<?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-6627783021305129353</id><updated>2012-01-13T09:46:46.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raison D'être</title><subtitle type='html'>僕の世界。君の悪い夢。</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>446</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-8974889714679449185</id><published>2012-01-13T09:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:46:46.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Special Birthday Of Mine</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was my birthday and all I did was stay at home and play games (Tetris Battle and Team Fortress 2) practically the whole day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marcus had called me to go to 1Utama previously to celebrate my birthday by hanging out and having cake but on Saturday itself, he said that they failed to buy the cake, I had already suspected something since Marcus's call. We, Marcus, Kuui, Yati, Kar Loke, Josh, Luke and I went for a lunch at Sakae Sushi after walking around aimlessly before playing a game of pool and then catching The Darkest Hour. After that, Marcus said we're gonna go to Kuui's house to play Naruto. Since Kar Loke and Marcus were driving, we split into two groups. I had to go to Bata to find new shoes for Chinese New Year so I did and they didn't have my size so, oh well. We headed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way, Kuui and Yati tried their best to trick me into thinking that we took the wrong road and went towards the direction of the park near the BU Community Hall. In the call Marcus made, he accidentally spilled it by telling me we're gonna have cake at the park so I saw it coming. The surprise was Vicky was there with the cake, also Hee Ching was there too. After the traditional birthday song, they tried to make me get my face as close to the cake as possible so that they can shove my face in but I resisted all the way. Kuui even tried to slap cake on my face after it was served but he fail because the tissue the cake was on flipped and saved me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Vicky and Hee Ching went back home, I pulled out my old softball glove and the rubber baseball Kuui got for me and we played around a little. When Marcus got back (he dropped Vicky home), we all headed to Centerpoint. It's Left4Dead time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played until it got dark at Blitzone then went back to 1U to have dinner at Chili's. We went to look for Melvin who took a part time job at the wine section at Jusco. His shift was almost over so we got a bottle of wine and went for Chili's together. Through the whole day, Kuui made me not pay for anything, he paid for me, that made me feel bad. At Chili's though, he ran out of cash, I finally got to pay for my meal. FINALLY! Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad called me so I couldn't have wine with my friends. Think again! I told my parents about what we were going to do so they dropped me back at the BU Community Hall where my friends had gathered for the wine and I got to sleep over at Kar Loke's. I just didn't have a change of clothes but oh well, had wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yati was sleeping over at Kar Loke's too. I played his Project Diva that night which sparked me to want a PSP to just play Project Diva (and maybe God Eater).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next morning, Kar Loke's dad took the whole family and the two of us to have dim sum. After the meal, we went back, lazed around for a while and headed to Josh's house to pick him up and then headed to Centerpoint where Marcus and Kuui were waiting for us. I don't know why but Yati and Kar Loke did not want to play L4D with us so we went ahead, played a whole map and then attempted to play Starcraft but the whole thing lagged and crashed so we left. After lunch at KFC, we went to Marcus's house to spend the time. While the others played PS3, Marcus let me see his anime disk collection and lent me a bunch of anime. We played a racing game before parting our ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kar Loke dropped Josh and I at The Curve and we hanged around a bit before Josh left to join his parents. My family came later on and we had dinner at Bubba Gump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 days of celebrating my birthday, an almost surprise by my good old highschool friends and fantastic dinners. This year is probably the most fun I had celebrating my birthday. Thanks everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-8974889714679449185?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/8974889714679449185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=8974889714679449185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8974889714679449185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8974889714679449185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-special-birthday-of-mine.html' title='That Special Birthday Of Mine'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-3954369945375357794</id><published>2012-01-03T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:41:35.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh hey, it's a brand new year. I'm looking forward to another year full of experience, inspiration and ideas. While 2011 was coming to an end, I went back to my parent's hometown in Penang and visited my grandparents, meaning no internet. I was 'disconnected from the world' for a week. I guess I got some inspiration in that duration without internet, did I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately for me, I slept through the new year fireworks and had to attend a funeral for my late aunt on the 1st. Even so, it's a memory I won't forget, probably the first time I cried on a new year's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classes in college has resumed. Pretty early I guess and my birthday's around the corner, another year older huh. Not that exciting but I'm looking forward to hanging out with my friends this weekend and the birthday dinner with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a lot of artistic plans for the December holidays but like usual, I got really lazy and left a painting of bacon strips in progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever this year has installed for me, I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-3954369945375357794?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/3954369945375357794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=3954369945375357794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/3954369945375357794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/3954369945375357794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-6899626084105396651</id><published>2011-12-20T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T07:13:12.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic Fiesta 2011: KLCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pre-Comic Fiesta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my friends had their semester break, I had  to juggle between doing my Concept Art 1 final project and my props.  Every week, Cheryl, Misaki, Laura, Mel and I would meet up at college during weekdays to work on our props for our Samurai Warriors 3 (Sengoku Musou 3) cosplay group. This is my first time doing such a big cosplay plan because my previous ones were easy to pull off. I was gonna cosplay &lt;a href="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/10/109838/1629107-swa_takenaka.jpg"&gt;Takenaka Hanbei&lt;/a&gt; and I have a huge bladed sundial to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not every day would all of us meet up. Sometimes Misaki  can't make it, sometimes Laura can't make it, and sometimes I can't  make it. Cheryl was always there when any of us are gonna work on our  props at college because she was silently elected as our group leader. I  started off slow because of the final project but then work  continuously after it was done. I spent roughly RM70 over on the  specific types of paper and board I needed and also paint which I bought  around the week before CF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I didn't take any  progress photos of my sundial. When CF got closer, we had gathered at  Cheryl's house to do our props and watched Kung Fu Panda 2 and later on, two days before CF, Cheryl and I went to Misaki's house to work on our props. I was still less than 50% done! Thankfully I went to Misaki's house to do my prop if not I would have no finished it in time. I stayed over at Cheryl's house after working at Misaki's and continued to work on it until Saturday. At Misaki's house I learned the magic of hot glue gun and craft foam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday  was the day when everyone would meet up at Cheryl's house and practice  our poses with our props. The whole group came together but Antho was running late because thing were not going well on his side. I felt a little bad for it because he was helping me make my tengu-geta and in the end his armor could not fit together. When Antho  finally made it, Jean had to go home, so we replaced Jean with a chair.  Cheryl mentioned that the same thing happened last year when they had  to practice for the Kuroshitsuji group pose. I wasn't in the Kuroshitsuji group last year. The geta Antho  made was not stable enough and it fell apart when I was walking in it. I  felt really, really bad but he kept saying that the condition of my  feet was most important, I had to make sure I don't break my ankle. Antho said he will fix my geta and the plan was to turn it into a normal two-teeth geta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we all had dinner at Pitstop,  a restaurant that allows you to borrow and play boardgames there. I had  known of this restaurant before but I didn't know it was in Section 17,  I had thought it was in SS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai and Mal also came on Friday  along with everyone else but they were not part of our cosplay gorup.  They were there to stay over at Cheryl's so they pretty much had nothing  to do. Cheryl let them play with her PS3 and Kai put up a show for us  in YooStar 2. We discovered that you earn the highest points by speaking  gibberish but with the same consonants as the dialogues. After dinner,  we continued to work on our props and I took a break from my sundial and  played Sport Champions. Antho and Laura also had a try with the game.  At this time, I was amazed at how much I was able to finish my sundial,  some things were working and some things didn't. When we were practicing  our poses, pretty much everything on my sundial fell apart. I was so  worried but I managed somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went to sleep (at 3a.m.)  the only things I have left to do is to paint in the details of my  sundial and stick everything together. I had 95% done. At least I knew I  was gonna feel at ease instead of panicking at CF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comic Fiesta Day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  woke up at 7a.m. Cheryl and Laura had just woken up at around the same  time as me and were already starting to get into their costumes. They  were gonna cosplay Kuroshitsuji and I wasn't gonna cosplay on day 1. Initially I wanted to cosplay as Kumagawa Misogi, I had the screw 75% done but I had to focus on Hanbei so I dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  woke Kai and Mal after I had cleaned up and changed into my clothes.  After everybody was ready, we all headed out. Cheryl and Laura hopped  into Cheryl's dad's car while Mal and I got into Kai's. When we got to KLCC, things didn't go according to how I pictured it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First  of, I had stomachache on the way to KLCC so I had to get to the toilet,  all the toilets at the convention center was packed with cosplayers, if  I were to make volcano chocolate surprise in there it wouldn't be nice  for the cosplayers who are putting on make up, styling their hair or wig  and changing into their costumes so I had to find a way to anther  toilet. The problem is, the KLCC management were making a big fuss over  the number of people and lifts were locked down, people were pushed  around to 'control' the human traffic. I somehow manage to make my way  into the mall and relieved myself after getting my pre-ordered tickets  and goody bags. Amanda hasn't got there yet so I had to claim all her  stuff for her: 8 tickets and 4 goody bags. 2 tickets and a goody bag for  me and the others were for the people she helped to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main hall was in Hall5 and Hall4 was for ticketing and cosplayers  to put their stuff. When I got back to the halls, things had taken for  the worse. Hall4  was overcrowded and things seemed like it was going  out of hand. The KLCC management had locked some doors to prevent people  from coming in from all directions and had only one door open to let  people into Hall4. I made my way into Hall5 and looked around with Kai  and Mal after trying to find them. We went around, saw a lot of thing we  wanted but I ultimately fell for my favor of pins and spent most of my  money on them. At the doujin booths, I discovered our lecturer's booth. Charmaine wasn't there so I guessed she must be cosplaying somewhere. While looking around, I found Wee. He had a booth with his friends selling his artwork (and some assignments, hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While  I was out of control, buying pins here and there, Amanda called me  while I was buying the L4D t-shit I wanted to buy at Animangaki. Her  call made me snap out of my shopping adrenaline because I had to look  for someone. I made my way out of Hall5 and called the unknown person to  pass her her tickers and goody bag. After I found her, I met up with  Kai and Mal again only to learn that the KLCC management had locked down  Hall5, preventing anyone from entering. If you come out, you can't go  back in until they open the doors again. While we were wandering around  outside the hall, we could see the huge sea of people trying to get into  the building, thousands of people were still not allowed to enter the  convention center and the KLCC management was shouting insults at the  hyped up participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all this was happening, chaos was happening on the inside too,  especially Kuui who was shouting over his handphone, trying to find his  friends who were outside. He kept pacing here and there restlessly. Kai  and Mal were getting hungry so I followed them to the cafe outside  Hall4. On the way we met up with JuEun and we all sat down together. I  spent almost all my money so all I could eat was the bar of dark  chocolate in the goody bag. We sat for a while before the management  opened Hall5 again to let a batch of people lining up in Hall4 in.  People were drove into Hall4 and had to queue up after purchasing  tickets to go into Hall5. A lot, a lot, A LOT of people were  complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we gave up waiting and went into Hall4. Inside, we searched for  Cheryl and the others and out search did not last long. I got Kin Yen  and Ang Yu to sit with us and we chatted while chaos happened outside.  We then decided to leave since the chaos with the KLCC management had  brought down our mood and went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to not mention the friends I met in the crowds. I met up  with Yati and Kuui some time before lunch and Teoh and Yue. Teoh was  cosplaying as Detective Conan while Yue cosplayed the same Kuroshitsuji  character she cosplayed at Animangaki that I don't know of. I also  caught Emma, Jian Leng, Yumi and BlackCatz. Jian Leng was cosplaying  Sebastian from Kuroshitsuji, Emma and Yumi were Subaru and Kamui from  Tsubasa Chronicles and BlackCatz was cosplaying Eva-Beatrice from  Umineko no Naku Koro ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to the small food court at the exhibition center, outside  Aquaria and had our meal. With my remaining money, I bought a plate of  spaghetti. I was really upset over my uncontrolled shopping spree and  wasn't able to cheer up. Cheryl needed to pass some stuff back to Yumi  and BlackCatz and also get some stuff from them so it took a long time  before we could head back because Hall5 was so crowded Yumi and  BlackCatz couldn't come out and their car was parked very far from KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Cheryl's house, we continued to work on our props. Feeling a lot  better after some rest and some positive thinking, I continued to work.  When my costume came in three days before CF, the paint job on the  details were pretty bad so I had to paint over. everything else was  pretty much okay. I spent the next 2 hours painting my costume. Taking  breaks in between, I played Sport Champions again, resulting a huge pain  in my right arm, from shoulder to wrist. Proves that I need more  exercise, being a digital art student sure effects my health. Antho came over and passed me my geta which he fixed and luckily he manage to keep it as a tengu-geta. He cut down on the height and added more screws and nails to secure the wood together. He went back to finish up on his armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished painting my stuff at around 2a.m. and decided to help Cheryl  out. She has some problems with her headpiece and fur coat because the  coat keeps falling backward and it tore one of the headpiece's "horn"  off. Another big problem, we ran out of hot glue sticks. I felt bad because I spammed my sundial with hot glue. Cheryl thought she still had a lot and had previously told me to use as much as I want. I regretted it. Using the last amount of hot glue, Laura, Cheryl and I glued the "horn" back on and secured it with masking tape. After that I helped Cheryl with some of her armor as Laura went to sleep since it was late already. I went to sleep at around 4a.m. while Cheryl said she slept at 5a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comic Fiesta Day 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I slept I told Cheryl to wake me up latest at 7.45a.m. no matter what and thankfully Laura did. If not I would have continued to sleep sitting upright after waking up to switch off my alarm and after Laura's first wake up call. After a bath, I got changed into my costume. While at it, Cheryl and I woke Kai and Mal up so that they can get ready to leave the house as soon as possible. We had to get there early. Misaki was already waiting outside so we packed up our stuff, double-checked and left in a huff. First stop was Misaki's house because Misaki's mom had to change cars. Next stop, KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early wasn't early enough. A long line was waiting for us. Baddy, Za, Mei and Mel were in line waiting for us already. We quickly got into the line and Cheryl started styling our wigs (and my hair). While that was happening, the line started moving. Yay! The CF committee divided the long queue into 'Have ticket' and 'Don't have ticket'. After some time (with some struggling attempt to keep all my things with me, especially my large sundial and heavy geta) we got into Hall4 and conquered a spot. Jean later joined us but alas, Antho couldn't make it. He fainted at home while rushing his armor and his parents didn't let him come. They took him to a hospital instead and he forced to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got fully changed and since I don't want (and didn't really need) any make up, Cheryl quickly helped me put on concealer and a little face power and I was ready to rumble! But I waited for everyone else. While I waiting, I tried on the geta Antho fixed. If Antho was there, I would have hugged him because I can walk in them but I still can't keep myself balanced. Throughout the time waiting, I wore my geta and practiced walking around several times. Yati, Kar Loke, Kuui and Melvin came. I helped Yati with his Yamamoto (Katekyou Hitman Reborn!) cosplay and after that practiced geta some more. Abby was with her group in a spot near ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place soon got packed with cosplayers making up their own spots to prepare their costumes. Photographers also started swarming the place and cameras started flashing. Soon our group was ready and the moment we strike our poses, a large swarm of photographers and cosplayers ran over with their cameras and took pictures. Wow. So this is what it's like to be in a group, cameras keep coming and you stay still in that pose for some time. It was awesome but tiring at the same time. The rest of the day continued at a slow pace because some of our group members still needed to fix up on their makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I walked around in my geta and found Teoh. He was cosplaying as Sora from Kingdom Hearts. Eugene was also there and he cosplayed a character from Valkyria Chronicles. Abby was a character from Tiger and Bunny, I'm not sure if she was Tiger or Bunny because I didn't watch the anime but I know it's either one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, Chia and (Chia came! That's surprising!) JuEun found us took some personal pictures of us. Now almost all of us are using her pictures as our Facebook profile image. Hahaha. Later, Laura, Cheryl, Mel and I went to Hall5 to look around. It wasn't as crowded as day 1 and everything was under control. Cosplayers were mostly outside at the gardens of KLCC. A huge improvement compared to day 1. After a look around, we headed back to Hall4 ready to call it a day. We went back to Hall4 and I walked around to find friends I know through cosplaying and chatted with them before changing out of my costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were packing up, Hall4 started to close down. Kuui's luggage bag was left alone after we had packed all our stuff so I stayed behind and called Kuui to come and grab his stuff. After Kuui got his things, I couldn't find the others so I called Cheryl but I got cut off halfway. Turned out I ran out of credit. Using my last remaining credit, I smsed Cheryl and she replied that they were at the food court. The first thing that came to my mind was the food court in Suria KLCC. I saw cosplayers and participants making their way to the mall so I followed suit. At the food court, I could not find any of them anywhere. I started to panic. I went around 4 times with all my things which caught the attention of people around me. Doing the right thing, I sat down and thought for awhile. Then I remembered the food court at the convention center. What a fool I was! I made my way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;End of the Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Za paid me back for the wood for her geta, I got enough money to buy a soup in bread meal. After the meal I fell asleep from exhaustion. On the way back I fell asleep in Kai's car. Honestly, while looking for Kai's car, I was feeling woozy from exhaustion and was seeing a little white. When we got back to Cheryl's house, Kai described it as, "You were like unconscious the whole time you carried your things into the house." I remember falling asleep in a sitting position on the couch the moment I set my things down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comic Fiesta 2011 overall I can say is a little disappointing in terms of organisation but my experience was never as good as this. Of course it's thanks to the Samurai Warriors 3 cosplay group I'm in. I'm looking forward to a better Comic Fiesta next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After note: I took my camera to Cheryl's house, charged it and forgot to bring it to Comic Fiesta. Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-6899626084105396651?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/6899626084105396651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=6899626084105396651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6899626084105396651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6899626084105396651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/12/comic-fiesta-2011-klcc.html' title='Comic Fiesta 2011: KLCC'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-7057954932153690753</id><published>2011-11-26T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T02:27:34.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work! Work! Work!</title><content type='html'>It's the semester break already! Sort of... I still have Concept Art 1 while all my other subjects have ended.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I'm doing my CA1 assignments, I'm also working on my props for the upcoming Comic Fiesta 2011. I'm tired and bored and I feel like sleeping. I'll end here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-7057954932153690753?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/7057954932153690753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=7057954932153690753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7057954932153690753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7057954932153690753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/11/work-work-work.html' title='Work! Work! Work!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-9077120559989373498</id><published>2011-11-03T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:13:55.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Zap</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il giudizio finale sta per essere emesso, Nessuno può&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emendarsi dal peccato che scorre nelle vene...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Katayouku no Tori&lt;/span&gt; (片翼の鳥) rings loudly in my ears. It tells me that it's now 6.00am and I should wake up. I was half awake and it was hot so I switched off the alarm on my handphone and dozed back into sleep. Hot? If I was fully awake I would have noticed it but I was too sleepy to bother why my room was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awaken again by my sister's voice and some annoying flashing lights. I stirred from my sleep and noticed that my room is hot, again, I didn't really notice anything yet but got annoyed by the torchlight my sister was shinning at me. I got up and demanded her switch it off but my sister replied that the power was out. Then only I realised that my room was really hot because the fan was not running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister noted that the whole neighborhood's electricity was also out and sure enough, every house outside my window was dark, cold and seemingly empty. Even the streets that are lighted by the street lamps looked ominous. The only light I could see was a candle light from a house two blocks away and the sky slowly lighting up as the Sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the selfish knuckleheads my sisters are, I had to brush my teeth and get ready to get out in the dark. My youngest sister wanted to give me the only torch in the house but then had a change of thoughts and sprinted away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electricity came back at around 6.50am before my dad decided to exit the house from the back door because our gate powered by electricity. I had told my parents before that I wanted a side gate so that I can go in and out the house without having to open the darn gate from inside the house and worrying about how to close it if I leave. There are only two remotes for the gate and both my parents are holding them, when they are not around, which is most of the time, I can hardly get out whenever I want to, so when I get the urge to go out and cycle, I can't because no one is home and I can't close the gate if I get out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-9077120559989373498?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/9077120559989373498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=9077120559989373498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/9077120559989373498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/9077120559989373498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/11/dark-zap.html' title='Dark Zap'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-4774081346791739945</id><published>2011-10-28T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:19:36.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm Down In The Ditches Under The Toilet</title><content type='html'>Nothing much happened recently besides me, feeling all tired, not confident, depressed, down, glum and have lost hope on my animation. I've considered failing it and retaking next semester with my Concept Art 2 but I'll still continue to grasp the rope called 'hope' at it's end to see the outcome. I bet the result won't be pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-4774081346791739945?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/4774081346791739945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=4774081346791739945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4774081346791739945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4774081346791739945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/10/hi-im-down-in-ditches-under-toilet.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m Down In The Ditches Under The Toilet'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-8758032105102046085</id><published>2011-10-12T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:56:32.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaken From The Slumber(?)</title><content type='html'>Looking at the calender and my last post, it's been almost a month since I last updated my blog. Just shows how busy (and lazy) I am. Not a lot happened really. AniManGaki was a few weeks ago, I got a Steam account and Team Fortress 2 a few weeks after that, I got scared of Portal and recovered from fearing it to admiring it a few weeks after that, I feel miserable and mentally exhausted now. There is so much to art I want to do but college assignments are taking up my time and I can't wait till the life I have so much time to spend I get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save myself from dying mentally from assignments, I continued to read manga (duh). I went back to old mangas and of course some ongoing ones. I currently hooked to Love Hina, before that was Mahou Sensei Negima! and before that was Sayonara Zetsubou-sensei. I also read a really one series titled Milk Closet. It's like one of those Narutaru type manga with innocent looking characters with a deep plot and levels of gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, there have been a lot of things I haven't been doing that I should be doing. My room, boy, it's dusty as dust. My desk is so messy I can't work there. I want to clean it up but I don't have the time, being in the animation major really eats up your time. It's killing me. I've gotten sick for the past three consecutive weeks with different but similar sicknesses from colds to fevers to diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester I failed Concept Art 1 so I'm retaking it this semester. In the class I'm in for the subject, are a bunch of juniors who I see as a class similar like my current class but more quiet. Lawrence is in that class too so I have someone I can talk to instead of being the lonely senior in the corner of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the biggest problem everybody has in class is VST 2. Shooting a short film is no easy task. It's a time consuming giant ball of frustration, madness, anger, depression and disappointment. For me, I'm having problems with 3D Animation 2. We were given three assignments in the first lesson and that is what's making me slower than the others. I can't get this one assignment finished in time. So now I'm very slow, like a snail. I can finish the other animation assignments but this one is my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyday I feel extremely exhausted after classes are over. The moment I get home is the moment I fall asleep in bed. I would wake up one to two hours later to have dinner, do some assignments and fall victim to exhaustion again, hence not finishing all my assignments. Above all, I haven't been feeling like myself. I used to be so much more filled with happiness and joy. Now I'm a bucket of exhausted, emo and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life pretty much sucks now. Whee. If it was not for Team Fortress 2 and manga, what would have happen to me? Simple, I die, die of being entirely not myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-8758032105102046085?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/8758032105102046085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=8758032105102046085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8758032105102046085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8758032105102046085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/10/awaken-from-slumber.html' title='Awaken From The Slumber(?)'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-5879811481822132475</id><published>2011-08-14T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T03:50:17.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary Code: 157</title><content type='html'>On the last week of July on a Sunday (it's been awhile, I forgot the date) 157th Petaling Scout Group had an anniversary barbeque party at Yu Feng's apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my sister, the two of us got there an hour late. Well, not like anyone complained about it besides me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got there, my sister and I were escorted to the poolside by a security guard. There were a whole bunch of kids playing, screaming and splashing about in the pool. In that instant, I identified them as the junior scouts in the troop and my gosh, there was like twice the number of juniors I have ever seen still in the troop at this time of year in my history of being in the troop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw my juniors (the juniors I'm familiar with) and went over to them. Sean, Maverick, Kin Yen, Jia Jun, Yu Feng, Haziq, TV, Wern Kit, Darren, Jeremy, all of them were there (almost), it was great to see them again. Really took my mind off some stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat around with them and chit-chat a little. I'm still not that much of a talker I realised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The anniversary was potluck themed so the juniors brought food from home. After buka puasa, we all helped ourselves to the food. It was dark by then. The rest of the night was just sitting around, eating until full and catching up with each other. Yee Ying, Dawson and Raymond was there too, they came later in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night ended with a cake and a birthday song for the troop and also Jeremy's birthday. Thinking about it, there is a lot of history to me in the troop. Most of it was a sad nightmare that Dawson doesn't want the new generation of 157th Petaling wants to know, much like 37th's history too but seemingly worse. Never will I be thankful enough for the Hawk Rovers (Rover H) to come to our aid and rise our troop to what it is today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-5879811481822132475?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/5879811481822132475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=5879811481822132475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5879811481822132475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5879811481822132475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/08/anniversary-code-157.html' title='Anniversary Code: 157'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-6364341483864559876</id><published>2011-08-14T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T21:19:30.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>盆踊り2011・エッマの家・映画ナイト</title><content type='html'>Bon Odori was actually like a month ago... I didn't have time to blog but here it is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week before Bon Odori, I had asked around the cosplayers in my class if they were going. Cheryl, Nicole and Baddie were not sure if they can go but Emma and Jian Leng had decided that they want to go and on top of that, Jian Leng was gonna stay over at Emma's, so I took the opportunity to ask if I can stay over too. He agreed and informed me that Yumi's going as well. After some planning, we were ready and excited for the big day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Julian's class (Concept Art) I had to stay back to see Benny regarding my 3D Modeling progress. Emma left for a date with Yumi and Jian Leng skipped his 3D Animation class because he didn't feel like showing Chloe his incomplete animation. Chloe is such a bitch, I know how he feels. I just sat around, fiddling with my 3D Modeling in the 'vacant' 3D Animation lab filled with seniors using the computers to render their assignments. I took a short break and closed my eyes for a while when Benny called me. He said I can see him earlier and with that I headed to the Animation Department to see Benny. After Benny gave me his critique and some tips to improve my set modeling, I went back to get Jian Leng. We're heading off to catch up with Emma and Yumi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking the bus to Asia Jaya, Jian Leng and I waited for Emma and Yumi. They later came on another bus and we followed them on it. We were going to Taman Sea Park to stay a little at Emma's aunt's place for a while. There, Emma and Jian Leng taught me Chinese mahjong. It's quite similar to Japanese mahjong, just without all the specific planning and techniques and it's easier to count points. Later, we got a larger set of tiles, we then played Taiwanese mahjong. Taiwanese mahjong is almost similar to Japanese mahjong, again, it's easier to count points and you don't need that much planning. Still, I prefer Japanese mahjong, it's more exciting but also more frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner at a vegetarian restaurant in front of Emma's aunt's house, we left when Emma's mom came to get us. We then headed to his house and we settled in. At night, we went out for supper at a restaurant near Emma's residence. When we got back to his house, we did some of our assignments and then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the afternoon. Jian Leng, Emma and Yumi were already awake. After cleaning up, we went down to have lunch, instant noodles. Emma's dad nagged Emma to bring us out for lunch at the nearby but we declined because we were thinking of our assignments and also Bon Odori at the same time. Emma's parents and siblings went out. While chilling around, Yumi found an anime DVD titled, Kamisama Kazoku. I've seen the title before but never watched it. Yumi wanted to watch it so the four of us crammed in the living room and played the series. Emma, Jian Leng and I did our assignment while watching the anime. While the anime was going on, Yumi's friends came over and they went to put on their yukata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Emma's dad came back and took Yumi and her friends to the stadium first. Emma, Jian Leng, Gabriel (Emma's brother) and I waited for his return and finished the whole series of Kamisama Kazoku. Denise had messaged me that she will be going so I had looked forward to see my dear junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma's dad dropped us outside the stadium where he previously dropped Yumi and her friends. We met up again and we headed into the stadium together. Near inside the entrance, I saw a group of the Bunny Squad members. Why wasn't I surprised. Haha. Yumi and her friends split up and we were back to our group. First we headed to the food stalls and started our purchase. I didn't bring enough money so I had to hold back my gluttony. And I still owe Yumi RM7 from our last Singapore trip. She doesn't remember though but I reminded her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we settled down at a grassy spot to feast, Denise called me to find me but it was very crowded and the reception was bad. I told her my location and hoped that she could find me. Oh well. The drumming soon started and the dances continued. Yumi got all of us to get up and join the dance. Soon, we were all laughing and dancing around the stage. Even though it's my second time at Bon Odori, it's my first time dancing the dances. It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening soon fell, we walked around, sat around, I took pictures and tried to spot Denise. I had tried to call her but she didn't pick up. Probably because she had her phone in a bag or something, she was wearing a yukata after all. Unfortunately when I manage to reach her, she said she had already left and apologized. Oh well. It was also unfortunate that Yati and SenzO couldn't go. Wayne was lazy to go. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bon Odori, we went back to Emma's home. Emma's dad then took all of us and the family to have dinner at the restaurant that the four of us went to the previous night. Emma told his dad that I eat a lot so his dad ordered a lot of things. Darn. Now I'm known to two of my friend's parents as a guy who can eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Emma's dad took us out for lunch at a pan mee restaurant. Since Emma's dad already knows that Jian Leng and I eat a lot, he kept insisting us to order a second bowl, he added, "When you eat, you have to eat until you're satisfied, don't be paiseh.". So Jian Leng and I were 'forced' to order a second serving of pan mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumi went back to her home after lunch. Back at Emma's house, we worked on our assignments. I did my VST movie analysis assignment and had to watch 2012 twice. In the end, now, I have watch 2012 five times and from 'My favorite movie', it became, 'I'm sick of it'. Curse you VST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, Emma's dad took us to eat at the same restaurant again. Again, he had Jian Leng and I eat a lot. Emma's dad is really generous and nice but also strict and stern at the same time. After dinner, we continued our assignments. After I've done my audio and plot chart, I didn't feel like doing other assignments so I watched Tonari no Totoro and Paprika. I had always wanted to watch Paprika ever since I saw a the movie trailer on television in a movie review show, that year it was released. Now that I got watch it, I really love the movie. It's story is awesome, the concept is amazing, the movie itself is colorful and vivid, the music is like a hypnotic trance that matches with the movie! My favorite scene is the parade scene in the dream world. It's so lively, so colorful, so ...ominous. I had dedicated a poem for this movie in a previous post, using some lines from the movie and the song, Parade. I went to sleep at around 4a.m. after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I don't really know an English translation for the word "paiseh". "Embarrassed" maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-6364341483864559876?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/6364341483864559876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=6364341483864559876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6364341483864559876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6364341483864559876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/08/2011.html' title='盆踊り2011・エッマの家・映画ナイト'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1056598808028709286</id><published>2011-08-14T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T04:23:52.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>Finally my semester break has arrived. It was a really, really rough ride through Year 2 Semester 2 in The One Academy. Almost near the end of the semester, I was really demotivated, depressed and pessimistic about most of my assignments. I almost felt like giving up. I have a strong feeling that I might fail one or two subjects due to the drop in quality of my assignments. I had done quite a lot of thinking and I found that I might actually not enjoy what I'm doing now but I have chosen this path and now that I'm in the middle of it I should continue this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the semester was going on, I had been restraining myself from doing any personal artworks, doodles, sketches, and sort so that I can focus on my assignments, which was pretty bad that it sort of drove me to insanity. Unable to draw anything that was on my mind on paper was horrifying! Every time I start doodling a bit, I would quickly restrain myself from it, holding down the urge to draw. It was suffocating, I felt like I was gonna burst from the chains I placed upon myself. This might be the reason I was so negative about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that it's the semester break, I plan to indulge myself in doodling and drawing. I also planned to do some digital painting to improve myself and maybe some 3D modeling and animation exercises to improve on that part too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's the semester break, we still got things to do. Especially Visual Story Telling. We have to find actors, improve our storyboard, do more discussions and plan ahead for our short film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since yesterday, I had been feeling a lot better now that I can really relax without feeling guilty about not doing any assignments. Also, I get to catch more sleep. Now, it's like putting down two huge boulders I had been carrying around. I can't wait to see what activities are installed for the Birds to do this semester break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-1056598808028709286?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1056598808028709286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1056598808028709286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1056598808028709286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1056598808028709286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/08/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-7233134788133196505</id><published>2011-08-04T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T07:00:58.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glutton's Oath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glutton by day, glutton by night,&lt;br /&gt;I eat all the food I see within my sight,&lt;br /&gt;I never get fat, food be my might,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop me, not even the Green Lantern's light!&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/6627783021305129353-7233134788133196505?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/7233134788133196505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=7233134788133196505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7233134788133196505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7233134788133196505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/08/gluttons-oath.html' title='Glutton&apos;s Oath'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1293277479619854695</id><published>2011-07-18T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T06:47:16.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>そのパレド</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Follow the joyfully ominous parade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happily singing and dancing as they do their silly march,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the confetti will dance around the shrine gates,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the safely net of the ocean is nonlinear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the ceiling fan brings a message releasing epithets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the response is sunny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;driving people into insanity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;to march to the end of this parody of utopia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;the story called liberty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forever in sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;never to wake again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just an empty shell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the parade of lunacy is coming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it is in your name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;パプリカ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-1293277479619854695?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1293277479619854695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1293277479619854695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1293277479619854695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1293277479619854695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='そのパレド'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-913674255375450180</id><published>2011-07-07T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T06:38:49.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't remember since when I had stopped bothering about what I want for my birthday. Every year when someone asks me what I want for my birthday I would say, "Anything.", or "It's okay, I don't need anything." or "My family an friend's health.". Sometimes I would random say something I want but it usually gets off my mind over the time because I didn't really want it or it's not something I want badly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I found something I really, really, really want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ruciferia.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/55b7ee16c21684c99a3689f9e0f8799d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px; height: 800px;" src="http://ruciferia.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/55b7ee16c21684c99a3689f9e0f8799d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black★Rock Shooter character, Strength a.k.a. STR Figma!!!!&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned before? My most favorite BRS character is STR. Reasons being, she's loli, she's moe, she is almost expressionless and I love her weapon, Ogre Arms! (Also maybe because she has white hair.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://ruciferia.wordpress.com/2011/04/05/str-figma/"&gt;STR Figma&lt;/a&gt;, after more than 10 years of not wanting something so badly, I wish I can have her to keep on my shelf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also love it if I can get STR Nendoroid too. Ahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-913674255375450180?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/913674255375450180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=913674255375450180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/913674255375450180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/913674255375450180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/07/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-6034891594181279119</id><published>2011-07-04T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T02:22:27.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Is this your life? Doing assignments all day, all week?" my mom asks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly it's not but what can I do? I'm in The One Academy, I'm in an arts college, in an arts major. That's what life is like when you become an art student. You're life makes a huge turn into a group of human behavior and lifestyle completely different from the norm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now it's my turn to ask myself, "Is this the life I want?", "Are sleepless nights, impossible deadlines and heartless clients, the future I want?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Signs point to "No". I feel like quitting the art industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't want to quit either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I now stuck in what they call 'limbo'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanting and not wanting something at the same time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What should I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to continue until I graduate The One Academy but at the same time I don't want to hear my mom who doesn't understand the life of people involved with the art industry nag at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Lazy, lazy lazy! Not helping with the house chores!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People might exaggerate but when I say that if I have to choose between eating, sleeping, bathing, going to the toilet, and assignments, I can only choose one, it is almost not exaggerating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sure I have to time to do other things but honestly, if I don't take the time to relax and do what I want, I will honestly lose my mind. I might go crazy. I might just lose my sanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She still pesters me about do house chores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really don't have the time. If I continue like this, I will fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I almost did. I don't want to ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-6034891594181279119?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/6034891594181279119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=6034891594181279119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6034891594181279119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6034891594181279119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/07/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-2412640516548370184</id><published>2011-06-29T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T19:25:42.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Hand Not Right Hand! ARRRGGHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/270036_10150252001855859_553040858_7289831_4380022_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/270036_10150252001855859_553040858_7289831_4380022_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-2412640516548370184?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/2412640516548370184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=2412640516548370184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2412640516548370184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2412640516548370184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/06/left-hand-not-right-hand.html' title='Left Hand Not Right Hand! ARRRGGHHH!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-2598597014820661675</id><published>2011-06-26T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T21:11:37.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosfest X.1 10th Anniversary 2011</title><content type='html'>My first trip out of Malaysia without my parents and my first anime convention out of Malaysia, I went to Cosfest X.1 in Singapore with Cheryl, Nicole, Yumi and Jean. This also means it's my first time going out to an event (and out to a country) with a group of girls with me being the only guy. Harem manga much? It doesn't end here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip to Singapore made me learn and realise how beautiful Singapore is compared to Malaysia, how easy it is to go from one place to another, how green the country is and also how expensive the food is. I constantly had the RM1 = 2SGD in mind. Despite that, I didn't have food problems. In fact, I would still have a lot of money if only I didn't go into fanboy mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pre-Cosfest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class on Friday, Cheryl, Nicole and I each went to buy lunch. I went to Giant and bought bread for breakfast for my stay in Singapore. We met back up and waited in class for Nicole's dad. We got our bus tickets to Singapore from Jean the day before and Nicole's dad will be driving us to Tasik Selatan where the Bandar Tasik Selatan (BTS) bus terminal is located. We got in and waited for our bus at the gate we were directed to. Excited and nervous I was, I couldn't wait to touch down in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The three hour ride in the bus wasn't much of a bother. What surprised me was that half-way through the trip, our bus stopped after a toll and the driver came in and called out all the people going to Singapore. We were going to switch buses because the other bus goes to Kovan, our destination faster. Which was great. The second bus we took has better seats, and a better atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into the Causeway Link and the Customs, I was nervous and constantly worried about it, kept on worrying about missing out some procedures or something. It went well, now I got more confidence to go into Singapore alone (still preferably with friends or family though). After all that, we went back to our bus and proceeded to head to Kovan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Kovan, we found Jean and Yumi waiting for us already. They got to Singapore earlier than us because they didn't have class. We got together and had dinner there. After that, we took the MRT to Pasir Ris where our chalet, Costa Sands Resort and where Cosfest is held. Changing trains and boarding them took us almost about an hour before we got to Pasir Ris. Jean took us to the chalet and we all settled in, relaxing our bones and stretching out our limbs. Two of Jean's friends came to our room to have a chat. After chatting, we took turns to bath and then we went out to buy supper at a 24 Hour mart outside Costa Sands. We bough some instant noodles and snacks and then went back to our room. After supper we got ready for bed. Alarm was set to go off at 7.30a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cosfest Day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up wondering what time it is and why the room was so dark, partially because I was still blur and didn't remember that I was in Singapore. Suddenly Nicole's alarm went off,nyanyanyanyanyanyanya, "Oh, I'm in Singapore.", I rolled back under the sheets. I woke up to the second wave of Nyancat after I dozed off a little. Still staying under the sheets, someoneelse's alarm went off too and then I pulled my head out of the sheets only to turtle myself back in to the presence of light rays from the Sun. The girls have gotten out of bed and started getting ready for the day. I lazed around for a bit and then I got up and get myself ready too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was done, the girls were putting on their makeup and costumes. I waited for a while watching them put their makeup on. Honestly I was quite fascinated. After awhile I got bored and started to feel sleepy. After checking the time, I decided to get into full costume. Nicole helped me out and then I continued to wait. Cheryl insisted that I go to the event first but I refused because I doubted that I can make my way their safely as I was half-blind from wearing my mask. It soon rained so I laid down and watched the fan spin until without realising it, I fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I woke up, the first thing I heard was an unfamiliar voice talking. I got up and someone said, "Whoa, that's scary.". I was a little confused and thirsty. Cheryl introduced me to the unknown voice. In a second I figured out that this girl is Jean's friend who will be staying our room, then that makes another two more people missing. Then they said something about a pair of twins. That means everyone is here already. I stood up and told Nicole that I want to take off my mask because I got thirsty. The girl was surprised because she assumed I was a girl as my face was hidden and everyone else was a girl in the room. A quick introduction, the girl is Harenai and the twins, unfortunately I can't remember their names, we kept calling them 'Twins'. I think one is Wei Li and the other is Wei Xing. Anyway, the two of them is another case of Pei Jin and Pei San, the pair of twins from my class. The three girls are Singaporeans and had a discussion of cultural differences for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After drinking some water, I sat around some more feeling somewhat sleepy. The rain had stopped while I was asleep. I had slept an hour and the girls were still not ready yet. They still had a little more before we are ready to hit the event. I waited patiently until they were all ready and I put on my mask again with Nicole's help and we headed out. Harenai and the twins stayed as they were not ready yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making my way out, I had to keep an eye out on Cheryl's bright red dress and Nicole's Peach cat. Cheryl, Yumi and Jean were cosplaying characters from Kuroshitsuji, Madam Red, Ceil and Sebastian respectively. Nicole was cosplaying her original character. The event place was big so I couldn't identify how many cosplayers there was but the moment I stepped into the event hall, I could feel the amount of spirit in that hall. It was epic! It was not like any event in Malaysia, the spirit was intense and I could tell that everyone was really excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked around for a bit and in less than three minutes, people started asking Cheryl, Yumi and Jean to pose for photos. While I waited for them to be done, people started asking me for photos. Honestly I was happy because there were more people who knows 20th Century Boys than the people here in Malaysia. As I walked, I could hear people saying, "Tomodachi! Tomodachi!" and soon enough someone would ask to take a picture. Even though I was cosplaying my vest version of Tomodachi, because I didn't have a coat my size and had to borrow Yumi's vest, people still had a positive acceptance for my Tomodachi cosplay.Really, really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time in the hall, I couldn't see much. The lighting either was too bright or too dark. After walking around for a while in the main hall, Cheryl said that she was shocked that there were no doujin booths around. We wandered around a bit and then made our way to another hall which Cheryl said was not open last year. Inside was all the booths that Cheryl was looking for. The reason for this change was probably because Confest was celebrating it's tenth anniversary, hence the spacious divide. The event place overall was very, very wide. Compared to the events in Malaysia, this is wider than Comic Fiesta 2009. There were a total of over thirty thousand participants and it didn't feel like it! That was how spacious the whole event was. Malaysian events need to learn from this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I followed the group as they spazzed at artworks and stuff. The girls tried to show me the stuff on display. I could make out some stuff but things were still blur. After going around, I had a brief idea of what I want to buy. After we finished our round around the doujin booths, we made our way out to do some photo shoot. Since I couldn't see anything, I waited for them to finish. We then decided to go back to the chalet and take a break. At the chalet, I took off my mask with relief. I finally got to take a proper breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yumi and Jean started photo shooting BL shots of Ceil and Sebastian. Because they were girls, I didn't receive much impact from the yaoi poses. I got the privilege to use Jean's DSLR to snap pictures. At least I got my hands on a good camera, my camera is epic fail. After snapping the pictures, Jean asked if I wanna do a photo shoot as well but I was lazy and didn't want to put my mask back on so I passed the offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all went back to the event grounds again. This time I can see everything! Cosplayers here and there! Photographers here and there! The place was so big! Err.... It was smaller than what I had pictured in my mind when my mask was on... But it was awesome overall! With Jean's camera in possession, I went fanboy on a bunch of cosplayers. It was the first time I ever chased a cosplayer down. Usually I would be shy and miss the chance but I didn't! When Nicole and I saw the Gold (from Pokemon Gold and Silver) cosplayer, we looked at each other for a second and then made a run for it to grab some shots. I later chased a Phoenix Wright and then decided that I shouldn't make Cheryl, Yumi and Jean wait for me. We met up with the twins again and then we headed back to the chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting out of costume and relaxing around, taking turns to bath. The twins went out to join their friends for barbecue at the pits outside the chalets. While we freshen up ourselves, it rained heavily and the twins came back. The twins didn't really get to eat anything aside from a single bite of a sausage so we asked them to join us for dinner at a restaurant called JustAcia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain stopped after awhile and we headed out after the twins were ready. At JustAcia, you get to have free flow of drinks and dessert when you order a set meal and everything on the menu is a set meal, equals bottomless drinks and dessert no matter what meal you order. After I finished my sambal salmon fillet, I nom on loads of ice-cream until I got the mango flavored ice-cream. Bleh, I didn't like the taste and I lost the appetite to proceed. Poor me. I was also trembling from cold from eating so much ice-cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we headed back to the chalet. After a short trip back to our room, we made our way to see some of Yumi's friends. They stayed in a bigger chalet behind D'Marquee. We sat around in a circle and chatted for some time. We later excused ourselves and left for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got back to our room, Harenai also came back. We packed our bags ready to check out the next day and then went to sleep soon after arranging ourselves. I got a bed to myself again while Jean and Harenai slept on the floor with a sleeping bag, the twins got a bed to themselves and Yumi, Cheryl and Nicole shared the big bed. It was cold so I wrapped myself in the sheets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cosfest Day 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up feeling a little hot being wrapped up like a sausage bun. Feeling woozy and still sleepy, I made my way to the toilet and later slumped back in bed still tired of running and spazzing about the day before. Harenai and the twins were already awake, meaning it was either 6.30a.m. or pass 6.30a.m. because the twins said that they will wake up at that time. Nicole's alarm went off and I continued to laze in bed covering myself under the sheets shielding myself from the Sun's rays again. The girls soon got up and I stayed a little longer under the sheets. After awhile, I got up as well and freshen myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not gonna cosplay on this day so I got into my casual attire and sat down to watch television. There was this cartoon titled Grossology. The logic was flawed and as the titled suggests, it is really gross. In this episode I watched, the villain, Frederick Follicle, has overgrown living hair and uses his hair to attack and sort. Disgusting as it is, Frederick uses his overgrown nipple hairs to attack, his nose hair to push buttons and his ear hair to move about, much like Dr. Octopus's robot arms. Flawed logic, Frederick stole a gun that removes all hair from a person's body, the victims of the gun however, turned bald but still had their eyebrows and eyelashes. I was disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was Kamen Rider O-Den. It's funnier than the Kamen Rider I watched before (I don't really watch Kamen Rider actually, honestly, I'm surprised that young adults enjoy Kamen Rider! One of the twins sang along with the opening song and she's older than us by a year!). Epic fail as the show was English dubbed and the dubbing didn't match the bishounens. Yumi was spazzing over the bishounen actors but was disappointed by the voice overs. Damn, why can't dubbers get the voices right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After everyone was ready, we took our bags over to Jean's friend's room because we were checking out as we only paid the chalet room for until afternoon. After that, Cheryl, Nicole and I went to the event grounds together. Yumi, Harenai and the twins stayed behind to finish getting into costume and Jean helped them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The three of us were surprised when we saw almost no cosplayers around D'Marquee. Turned out that the event starts at 12p.m. We got there at 10a.m. The doors however were already open so we went in and sat around for a bit. There were some cosplayers inside already getting into costume and makeup. I tried to take a picture of a Heavy (from Team Fortress 2) cosplayer but my camera can't get good lighting and because it's an old model, I can't change the ISO or the aperture. I decided not to take any photos then because it'll be a fail anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When more cosplayers came in, the three of us made our way into the doujin booths hall. I went fanboy and started shopping. I bought a bunch of badges and two t-shirts. I got some badges for Cheryl, Yumi, Jean and Nicole each as a gift. After the shopping, we met up with Yumi, Jean and the twins again. Hanging around for awhile, we went got separated again and Cheryl, Nicole and I made our way to the cosplay event hall and sat down near the stage area to wait for the other girls' return. When everyone got back together, we left to get our bags to leave because we had to catch a bus to go back at 3.30p.m. The twins left the same time with us, just that they left for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The five of us made our way to the MRT station and took the train to Woodlands were we caught a bus to go back to Johor. After going through Customs and Immigration and the bus ride, we got to Johor Bahru but we were clueless on how to find bus back to KL because we didn't book a bus to go back (supposedly to save money). Going through quite the adventure, we manage to get to a bus terminal and got a bus ticket back to KL. The bus however was freakishly slow and our bus only departed at 8.00p.m. which was way behind schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we were not confident about the bus service and I was the only guy, I felt the responsibility to make sure all the girls were safe. I stayed up through the ride until at one point I fell asleep after getting too tired. The bus got back at Tasik Selatan Bus Terminal at around 1.00a.m. Because it was late, I stayed a night at Cheryl's house along with Nicole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the depressing ending, my overall experience of traveling to Singapore and back was awesome. I really, really enjoyed myself thanks to Cheryl, Yumi, Nicole and most of all Jean for guiding us through the whole trip. Also, thanks to the twins, Harenai, Jamie and co., Judas and co. and  everyone who participated at Cosfest X.1 2011! I can't wait to go back to Singapore again for another event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit: I found out that at Cosfest I have been using the wrong hand (I used my right hand when it should be left) for Tomodachi's pose. Epic fail. I feel so disappointed in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-2598597014820661675?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/2598597014820661675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=2598597014820661675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2598597014820661675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2598597014820661675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/06/cosfest-x1-10th-anniversary-2011.html' title='Cosfest X.1 10th Anniversary 2011'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-8772853944946469164</id><published>2011-06-13T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T12:28:20.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Cycling</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since I blogged because I was kinda busy these pass few days. Like really, really long.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeks ago (like last month I think?), I attended this Green Cycling activity held by Setia Alam. Apparently my family was one of the winners for the recycling activity and we won a bicycle. To claim the prize one of us had to cycle for a cause. My dad told me to cycle so I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cycling activity was held at the big park in Setia Huh. Besides the cycling there were some booths selling food and health related stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got there, my mom quickly went to register our family name. We got our free bike and I had to wear this Setia Green Cycling t-shirt in conjunction to the event. The best part is, WE HAVE A NEW BICYCLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family left before the cycling started because they had to send my sister to tuition. After warm up exercise, we started cycling. My parents who were stuck at the traffic lights (for the cyclists to pass) tried to take a picture of me when I passed by but they said I was too fast and missed me; I was a small dot in the far end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I finished, I met with my mom and sister soon after and we had some of the free food. While we were having our meal, the bike stunt performance came on. We watched for a while and then we decided to go home. But my mom suggested that we do some rock painting. I reluctantly joined my mom and sister but I later enjoyed it a little. The rock painting was free by the way and you can take your rock home. I painted three in total, a floppy cube design (Rubik's Rock), a Voltorb and a car. The car was pretty cool because the outline of the rock looked like a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we walked home with our new bicycle. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27 June: This post has been dragged on for almost a week now. Screw this, I'm posting it the way it is now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-8772853944946469164?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/8772853944946469164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=8772853944946469164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8772853944946469164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8772853944946469164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/06/green-cycling.html' title='Green Cycling'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1728574184348738927</id><published>2011-05-27T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T02:50:20.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-void</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;That night after the second day of C2AGE FIVE, my mom took my sister and I to Atria to buy some groceries.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There, I saw this stand selling some Rubik's cubes. Being an active cuber, I went to take a look. By golly! There were Void Cubes, and these cubes looked promising compared to the ones I saw at Sunway Pyramid. So I picked one up, it was scrambled and it has a worn out price tag on it, RM15 it says. I gave it a try and the moment I turned one side I wanted to buy it because it was smooth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dug around in the box holding the cubes on sale to find others. Most of them were the normal 3x3x3 Rubik's Cube, some Bump Cubes, Fisher Cubes, then I dug up something epic. It was an Edges Only Void Cube. Jumping guacamole! I HAVE TO BUY THESE! I didn't have enough money so I asked my mom for some. *Insert innocent look*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I checked, the Edges Only Void Cube was RM35 so I decided to take only one. Wait a second! Thank my lucky stars because the saleslady told me that all of the cubes are RM10! Fish cakes! That was my lucky day. So now I have both the Void Cube and the Edges Only Void Cube sitting on my desk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I solved both cubes the moment I bought them. Only the Void Cube parity error got me when I tried solving it for a third time. Now, I know how to fix the parity error. The Void Cubes still entertain me but as usual, I'm looking forward to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D6tx6T4ow6o/TeDFFx_ODpI/AAAAAAAABuQ/dAbAr6fThQk/s1600/DSC08143.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D6tx6T4ow6o/TeDFFx_ODpI/AAAAAAAABuQ/dAbAr6fThQk/s320/DSC08143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611701838812155538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lAvxmYk0uLg/TeDFFUalRdI/AAAAAAAABuI/cuQZAcWixPM/s1600/DSC08144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lAvxmYk0uLg/TeDFFUalRdI/AAAAAAAABuI/cuQZAcWixPM/s320/DSC08144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611701830873859538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEh1YL09__0/TeDFFLLVfjI/AAAAAAAABuA/k6p6htmxq7w/s1600/DSC08145.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEh1YL09__0/TeDFFLLVfjI/AAAAAAAABuA/k6p6htmxq7w/s320/DSC08145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611701828393991730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6GF1MOvgEKY/TeDFE8vnQlI/AAAAAAAABt4/zEO7hHB4lVY/s1600/DSC08146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6GF1MOvgEKY/TeDFE8vnQlI/AAAAAAAABt4/zEO7hHB4lVY/s320/DSC08146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611701824519619154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-1728574184348738927?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1728574184348738927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1728574184348738927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1728574184348738927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1728574184348738927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/05/void.html' title='A-void'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D6tx6T4ow6o/TeDFFx_ODpI/AAAAAAAABuQ/dAbAr6fThQk/s72-c/DSC08143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-5922989381725459458</id><published>2011-05-24T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T06:22:39.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C2AGE F.I.V.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Comics! Cosplay! Anime! Games!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together you get C2AGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I was at C2AGE was in 2010. This year, C2AGE FIVE (&lt;i&gt;Cosplay, Comic, Anime and Games Exhibition, Freeing Imagination via Entertainment&lt;/i&gt;) of the year 2011 was held at Tropicana City Mall for two days. Being myself, I went there for both days despite my assignment workload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yati and I met up at Centerpoint McDonald's and then hitched Wayne's ride to Tropicana City Mall. We got there in time for the opening of C2AGE FIVE, we met up with Kin Yen and Ang Yu and I see a lot of familiar faces. After the serious speech for a non-serious event, the place went wild and performances were in queue. The three of us did not cosplay on this day because we did not plan to. Walking around and snapping pictures, I eventually got tempted to cosplay and started considering if I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yati and I entered the noodle eating competition after hearing that the grand prize is RM200. Boy we should have not participated. The rule was to eat as many bowls of noodles in ten minutes. Heck, after Yati finished four bowls, they ran out of noodles. I couldn't gobble up because I got nervous only had three bowls. There was dissatisfaction among participants but we did not bother to make complaints. The only complaint was the deciding of the winner because the judge declared a guy who ate five bowls the winner when there was a guy with six. The crowd who was watching the competition argued with the judge and they cleared things up later, Yati and I were too disappointed to pay them any attention. Wasted RM10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jun Ee and Eugene were in a band performance under the band, R.M.T. (Royal Milk Tea). I think this is the Taylor's Lakeside Campus Anime Club's band because I remember them performing before at Taylor's Anime Festival last year. Jun Ee talked to me and he was a little upset because his guitar string snapped half way during the performance. Seeing them perform made me wanna form a band too, joining a band is fine with me, I just wanna sing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime in the afternoon, Kin Yen and Ang Yu called Wayne, Yati and I to join them to play some interesting board games from overseas in one of the booths, Comics Mart (They have a shop in Mid Valley Megamall). We played this game called Bausack (I think it's from Germany) where you stack various shapes on top of one another to form a tower and avoid toppling it over. Later we played this board game which's name I can't remember (I think it's from Canada because the language on the box looks Dutch to me) that's got something to do with mice and cheese. You play the mice, going around this interactive board looking for cheese. It's a memory game and you could lose mice if someone forces your mice to drop into a hole by pushing the board's tiles. Really fun. We played this game several times. We also played this other game. (No idea what language and where it's from and what's it's name!) It's like dominos with a twist and it's a game based on luck. You roll a set of dices and you have to get these certain number to get the tiles. You also have to roll 'worms' as this game is domino's with worms on them. We played only one round because we found it not very entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were playing those board games, the Nyanyanyanyanyanyanya! song came on, marking the start of the Grand Freeze. A NyanCat went around the event area as cosplayers and people who know of the Grand Freeze stayed still. The NyanCat was made with cloth, cardboard and broomsticks, somewhat like a dragon dance. After the song was over everybody went back to what they were doing. Yati and Wayne complained about how a lot of people were still moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we did a lot of stoning until 6p.m. Yati and Wayne went back and I was left. Amanda sat with me, bored as well and we chatted a little. Kuui came over and I played with his guns. Haha. My dad later came and picked me up. Wayne, Yati and I decided to cosplay on the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got there really early after my dad dropped my sister at tuition. I sat at the tables to wait for the event to start. This time I had a better look around the booths, I ended up buying a few stuff, eating away my money. I bought three new badges and the C2AGE FIVE t-shirt. Wayne and Yati got there at around 12 and the three of us headed to the toilet to get into cosplay. I brought my Tomodachi mask and I borrowed Wayne's sweater vest, result is my variation of Tomodachi. Despite me saying that I wanna improve my mask, I did not do it. Somehow, I did not have a lot of problems with my mask through the whole day. Once again in my Tomodachi mask, I sight was badly reduced and I can say, almost the whole day, I was unintentionally photo bombing cosplayers and bumping into people, stepping on people's shoes, et cetera. I even accidentally knocked someone's jaw when taking a photo with him. Sorry man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime in the morning before Wayne and Yati arrived, these two boys, younger than me asked me to join their group to participate in the C2AGE Human RPG Game as they were shot of one person. At first was unwilling but after some persuasion and a short consulting with my conscious, I joined them. Turned out one of the boys, Bryan, recognised me as my sister's older brother. The other guy, Joshua is from a different school. Well, I tried my best helping them while in my Tomodachi cosplay and I did not regret joining them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua entered the sushi eating competition, which required you to eat as many inarizushi in 10 minutes. Heck I should have went for that instead of the noodle eating competition! I can gobble sushis in twos! And those sushi are inarizushi! I can gobble three in one go! Regret, regret. Well, as Joshua eat his sushi, Wayne, Yati and I walked around. Wayne later followed Abby around because Wayne was cosplaying Byakuran and Abby was Mukuro. Yati followed me around and soon I went to rescue Wayne when he sent me a message calling for help. Turned out he was glomped by a group of screaming KHR fangirls. Their screams could be heard from across the event area. My gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere around lunchtime, Bryan was competing in the drawing competition. So I helped Joshua complete our remaining quests on the list. We walked around and around looking for a 'witch' to complete this quest we were on and because I was wearing my mask, I couldn't really see well, I even lost Joshua a few times, he was thoughtful to make sure I was behind him. Together we manage to complete all the quests in the list. All's left if for Bryan to finish the drawing competition. Because we finished the quests, I got to leave them and walk around again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After going round and round, round and round, I got really, really hungry. We went to this Taiwanese restaurant and eat what I would say fairly spicy noodles. Wayne was piping though. He couldn't withstand the spiciness. Me as well, did sorta have a hard time, I accidentally chocked on some soup and it sent steam up my nose. At the restaurant was the fangirls from before. They did not scream or anything but they gave Wayne a marshmallow, Byakuran's signature item. After the meal, they took pictures with Wayne outside the restaurant. Haha. Yati was saying how he was right about the fangirls leaving when we leave. Honestly, Wayne carries Byakuran's character perfectly, if I was a girl I would also go crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the meal, the ending ceremony was closing in. Bryan called me and we met again. He told me that we got first place in the Human RPG Game because we were the only participants that day. Wow! What a twist of events, things turned out better than expected because I have never won anything in Human RPG Games before. As Bryan told me about our victory (I didn't really help out that much though), cosplayers started scrambling onto the stage to dance Caramelldansen and the start of the event para para ending. After Caramelldansen, came on Cirno's Perfect Math Class. I danced, duh. I knew this dance. It was the first Japanese dance I learned and I screwed up badly. When I realised it was so embarrassed and disappointed in myself. When I got off the stage I realised my legs were trembling, ah, it's the usual stage fright. Luckily was still in cosplay so no one except my friends who know it's me, knows my face. Hahaha! Not until they find out... The following dances included Renai Circulation, Saikyou Pare Parade and others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the para para was over, it was the prize giving ceremony. When our names were called, Bryan, Joshua and I went on stage. I screwed up again when I failed to shake hands with the guy who was giving the prize and another time when I failed to respond to the cameraman who told me to get into character for the picture (I was still in cosplay). After we got off stage, Bryan and Joshua checked out the prizes and they decided to give me the Kid Flash action figure that was probably the most valuable item in the bag. We shock hands and then we went our ways. I stayed around to watch the rest of the ending ceremony. I didn't see much though because I still had my mask on, it was hard to see anything beyond one arms length with the lack of lighting as the Sun went down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over all, this year's C2AGE has more participants than the last time and it feels bigger as there were more booths. Somehow, I felt that this is the best experience I had cosplaying Tomodachi compared to the previous times. After seeing and talking to Eugene, I find that Eugene has changed. He is not the super blur, anti-social blockhead anymore. Now he's more expressive and sociable and not to mention, he's aware of his surroundings. Wow. A big change in two years. I am actually surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my next event would be Cosfest X.1 in Singapore. Hopefully I can pull of another cosplay there. Before that, I got a major money saving plan to execute. Time to cut down on lunch and snacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/230985_218854548132323_100000233374843_843900_622511_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 720px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/230985_218854548132323_100000233374843_843900_622511_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me at C2AGE FIVE, day 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More pictures will be up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-5922989381725459458?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/5922989381725459458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=5922989381725459458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5922989381725459458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5922989381725459458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/05/c2age-five.html' title='C2AGE F.I.V.E.'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-401300581093199642</id><published>2011-05-09T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:15:42.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>This is by far the post with the most boring title ever I have posted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So classes have resumed. It is my second year, second semester (trimester) in The One Academy of Communication Design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that, I went to Sunway Pyramid with Kin Yen and Ang Yu. We played bowling, went ice skating and I gave them a "tour" of my college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay. First day of class I and dozed off. Good job, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was sitting right in front of the lecturer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-401300581093199642?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/401300581093199642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=401300581093199642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/401300581093199642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/401300581093199642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-6296269093479735925</id><published>2011-05-04T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:27:28.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Safe!</title><content type='html'>I did it! I passed! I get to move on to the next semester safely!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More sleepless nights to face. Let's do this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-6296269093479735925?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/6296269093479735925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=6296269093479735925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6296269093479735925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6296269093479735925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-safe.html' title='It&apos;s A Safe!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-6566242155486115099</id><published>2011-05-01T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T04:43:30.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Haven't Been Posting Stuff Have I</title><content type='html'>Just as the title says, I guess I've gotten kinda lazy. Recently I attended EMPACT. I wanted to blog my experience but I guess I got lazy over the pass few days. Also I went on the cycling activity with the Birds again and I also got lazy to blog about it. Now, I'm still kinda lazy to blog about it. Still I should say something eh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EMPACT was held at the BUBS building next to the BU Community Hall for two days. Over all it was a blast. I had a lot of fun there learning first aid. On the first day we learned how to help people who need CPR or Heimlich maneuver. On the second day, we learned how to help people who are in shock with broken bones, burns, and the sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the cycling activity with the Birds, we went to the botanical gardens in Putrajaya. After that we stayed two nights are Wee's. Went to the night market and bought four huge bags of soya milk. It was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I was also put in OTP (Option To Progress) because apparently my last 2D animation assignment was not good enough for me to pass. Yeah, I agree with my lecturer on that, my walk cycle animation was crap. Really. So I had to redo it. The Birds  helped me out at Wee's house. I really, really, really owe them all one. I can't really sit still yet. Getting OTP means I have a chance of failing so I gotta cross my finger and hope and pray that I don't fail. Seriously it would really suck if I failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. I was looking forward to go out with Marcus and the others but my dad didn't want to drive me down to Petaling Jaya on Labour's Day because my sisters don't need to go down. Darn. Well I'm looking forward to an ice skating outing with the Bird and a movie outing with Josh and the others. Most importantly I'm looking forward to passing and getting on to the next semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-6566242155486115099?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/6566242155486115099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=6566242155486115099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6566242155486115099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6566242155486115099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-havent-been-posting-stuff-have-i.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Been Posting Stuff Have I'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-653734898823306782</id><published>2011-04-22T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T02:38:50.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Crash: Wilson</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Moving in, Movies in.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, the Birds gather and meet up at Sunway Pyramid. I went there early so I had time to spare. Wilson got there and took my bag to put in his car. I went ahead and had my hair cut. Later, everyone met up at the cinema where we bought our tickets to watch Rio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first impression of Rio was "Meh.", but I change my opinion. Rio is off the hook! It was a splendid movie with catchy songs and a fair storyline. The thing that hit the roof was the the villain, Nigel is voiced by Jemaine Clement! The Nigel Song, was so full of Flight of the Conchords, the rhyming and all, Mal and I spazzed in the cinema. Kai was not amused, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, we had dinner out at a coffee shop after dropping our stuff at Wilson's house. Later that night, we watched Grave of the Fireflies. Unfortunately it was English dubbed. Really, really, spoiled the feel of the movie. Still, Laura, Chia and I cried. Mr. Anderson said before it was a very touching movie and that it'll make anyone cry. The others did not cry probably because of the bad English dubbing. We later played some games until 3a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;IMMA FIRIN' MAH LAZOR!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, we all wake up early and have breakfast together. Today we will be going to MidValley Megamall to meet up with some of our classmates and lecturers to play Galactic Laser Tag. Laura, Mal and I got into Kai's car and we got kinda lost, missing a few turns and we passed by the mall on the highway. Luckily we manage to make it back. Our lecturers, Julian, Honda, Charmaine and Benny joined us today. It was so awesome having our lecturers join us! Well I'm lazy to type out the details so you can check it out at this &lt;a href="http://www.galacticlaser.com/web/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. For all of us, it was our first time playing this game, except for Andrea as she had played before. We were all so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought three games. In the first round, it was a free for all. So we just went in and started shooting at each other. I sucked, literally. When we got out, I was in the second last place in point ranking. Yeouch! My aiming was poop. In the second round, we were to get into groups. Of course, we split into Fluffies and Birds. The lecturers also split themselves into our groups, Julian and Honda went with the Fluffies and Charmaine and Benny with us, the Birds. When we went into listen to our Marshal's briefing, we learned that a third team will be battling against us too, they are a bunch of small Caucasian kids. This time I got better but my aiming still sucked. I learned that I can camp and snipe from the third floor. Up there, Chia and I worked together to shoot everyone else. We got out with the Birds in the lead with the most accumulated points. In the third round, we mix up into two groups along with the kids, so this time it's Red Team versus Green Team. I was in the Green Team. The moment the game started, the Green Team, without telling each other, formed a fort on the third floor and started sniping everyone else downstairs. It was an epic battle with the Green Team coming up in first place and much to my surprise, I got the highest points among everyone else. I guess camping and sniping is what I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We later had lunch at McDonald's together. Everyone was tired especially at the knees, almost everyone was limping at the stairs. The Birds split here because Kai had to take Mal and Laura home. I followed Kai while the others went back to Wilson Manor. When we got back, we took a bath and started playing games on Wilson's Xbox 360. I fell asleep half way and later woke up when dinner was served. After dinner, we played more games. By the time we got kinda bored, it was only 9p.m. We went back up to Wilson's room and we played some flash games. SenzO showed me this thing called MS Paint Adventures and I was reading one of the adventures, Problem Sleuth. It was full of ridicule and brain wrapping madness. I don't remember when but I fell asleep in front of my laptop. Later, either it was Kai, Chia or Wilson, woke me up to move me. I fell asleep immediately after moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up really late. It was almost 12p.m. Everyone except Wee had aching knees. After everyone had gotten up, we went down for lunch, except Wee. He ate his earlier and stayed in Wilson's room to read comics. After lunch, Kai suggested we do the Gaijin Yonkoma I had talked about before. Chia was up for it and he talked Wilson into it. Awesome! We went up and set up the camera and chairs. The shooting was great. One shot each and I was already at Photoshop and I made our first Gaijin Yonkoma panel. I'll post it up tomorrow. I hitched Wee's car back to Sunway where my dad picked me up and I slept the whole way home and slept some more until night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My knees are still sore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-653734898823306782?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/653734898823306782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=653734898823306782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/653734898823306782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/653734898823306782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/04/home-crash-wilson.html' title='Home Crash: Wilson'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-5234009931872192981</id><published>2011-04-18T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T05:44:10.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetris Terrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been awhile since I went back to Tetris Friends and when I did, I put everything back in order, yeah, I put myself back in first for each of the games (excluding Tetris Sprint SP). Also, I have put myself first in all the categories in Tetris Battle. I'd really like someone among my friends to challenge me by taking my first places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BRING IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I CHALLENGE YOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVbenbxTL7o/TawvVNJks9I/AAAAAAAABts/ngVpSxUAO60/s1600/UntitledT1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVbenbxTL7o/TawvVNJks9I/AAAAAAAABts/ngVpSxUAO60/s320/UntitledT1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596900478268257234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OsQaq-ekeDg/TawvUnZDyRI/AAAAAAAABtk/amZJfeCqIDs/s1600/UntitledT2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NcF1uVe5x-4/TawvACjwoII/AAAAAAAABs8/2Rs8rlKJEUw/s320/UntitledT7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596900114648047746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-5234009931872192981?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/5234009931872192981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=5234009931872192981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5234009931872192981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5234009931872192981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/04/tetris-terrace.html' title='Tetris Terrace'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vVbenbxTL7o/TawvVNJks9I/AAAAAAAABts/ngVpSxUAO60/s72-c/UntitledT1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-7076148920008659286</id><published>2011-04-16T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:37:35.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's the semester break and we have 3 weeks to have fun, fun, fun before we go back to college. Our lecturers have been telling us about practicing drawing and stuff, not to forget everything when we go back. I've been thinking of doing a project using my tablet because all I've been doing with it are doodles and sketches or simple drawings. I had thought of drawing a realistic-looking Pokemon? I don't know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Before the semester break, I had been inducing myself in all sorts of Japanese videos thanks to WTF Japan Seriously. You can find the webpage it's www.wtfjapanseriously.com/ . Some of the videos are awesome, some a just weird and some are so artistic you go 'WTF?', hence the site name. I watched a few clips of a surrealistic movie titled Funky Forest and I had the worst mind fuck I ever had. I had no idea what I was watching but what I do know it's suppose to be art. It's thanks to WTFJS that I found a new favorite song artist, Genki Sudo, an ex-mix fighter who becomes a singer and a dancer. He does real awesome dances and his MVs include running around the city in slow motion. Here I also learned more about Takashi Murakami, a Japanese artist who's famous for his super flat work and also sculptures. My lecturer mentioned him a year ago, where I learn about Hiropon and My Lonesome Cowboy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Well, all the artsy stuff aside, I'll be having fun, fun, fun for the coming week. The Bird's are gonna be staying at a member's "nest" for a few days. Activities are laid out and planned. Also I'm gonna be attending an EMPACT course this coming Saturday and Sunday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-7076148920008659286?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/7076148920008659286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=7076148920008659286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7076148920008659286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7076148920008659286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/04/semester-break_16.html' title='Semester Break'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-5280602940292985113</id><published>2011-04-15T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:54:07.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Sem Break Bitches! Boo Yeah!</title><content type='html'>Title is self-explanatory. Vulgarity is used to express epic joy. No ears were harmed in making this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-5280602940292985113?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/5280602940292985113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=5280602940292985113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5280602940292985113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5280602940292985113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-sem-break-bitches-boo-yeah.html' title='It&apos;s Sem Break Bitches! Boo Yeah!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-7776633251327104704</id><published>2011-04-14T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T07:10:14.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tucked In, Sleep Tight, It's Time To Dream About Pokemon Tonight!</title><content type='html'>After the unfortunate earthquake that hit Japan, Pokemon Global Link's server shut down and Pokemon trainers around the world could not get access into it. Today, I found out that Pokemon GL is back and running. Know that mean means? It means it's time to explore the Dream World!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we don't have class so I basically was at home the whole day, alone. And today I basically did almost everything Pokemon. First I watched the thirteenth Pokemon movie, Zoroark: Master of Illusions, of course, I watched the original Japanese movie. It was awesome! Despite the fact it's always Ash and his busy body ass that's get involved with all the chaos and what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on I found out that Pokemon GL is running again. I nervously and excitedly got my Pokemon White linked and explored the Dream World. I tested this by putting my Patrat in. It was really a refreshing new adventure. On top of that I got a Tangela from the Dream World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing frustrated me. I finished the storyline for Pokemon White already and new adventures await me. Pah. More like imba trainers are waiting to pwn me. In the last battle before the game's storyline comes to it's end, the Pokemon's level you fight against is level 54. If you have played the Pokemon games since Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, you'd notice the ridiculous difference between levels of you last battle before end of storyline and after storyline. These new trainers you battle carry Pokemon above level 64 and their strengths are over leveled. A 10 level difference! It's outrageous! It's absurd! It's imbalanced! How the heck are you suppose to face them without having to battle retarded low EXP giving wild Pokemon? This has never happened before in the previous games! And this, is what I believe to be Pokemon Black and White's weak point. Really, I was so frustrated and displeased that I lost to a mere NPC trainer twice! Even the EXP give-away Pokemon, Audino can't give me enough EXP to level up as fast as I could in the previous games. Now, all I can do is bear with this shit and fight fodder Pokemon to level up &lt;i&gt;SLOWLY&lt;/i&gt;. Dang it! I hate to level up slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well to cool things off, I got some of those downloadable contents for Pokemon Black and White and also one of the special Eevee evolutions that was on give-away. I had to play this Pong-like game to get them and after a whole lot of tries I finally got my hands on Espeon. Thing was I kept getting Jolteon. Not that I don't like Jolteon but the special Espeon seemed like more of a promising choice for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also downloaded a whole bunch of Pokemon TCG wallpapers. Haha! MacLappy is looking pretty awesome right now~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-7776633251327104704?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/7776633251327104704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=7776633251327104704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7776633251327104704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7776633251327104704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/04/tucked-in-sleep-tight-its-time-to-dream.html' title='Tucked In, Sleep Tight, It&apos;s Time To Dream About Pokemon Tonight!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1571160743988008331</id><published>2011-04-12T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:06:53.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickdraw!</title><content type='html'>Hell yeah. I finally got my Wacom intuos4 tablet. I did some doodles for practice, like Julian said, "You need to get used to the tablet." and he also said before, "You need to get used to the markers, they are your friends.". But yeah, you can see the doodles I drew at my &lt;a href="http://questionshinigami.deviantart.com/"&gt;DA account&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I also bought the books on how to draw manga that I longed for a long time. Pun intended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book series, How To Draw Manga: Sketching Manga-Style are really helpful in not only in drawing manga but also realism drawings as the tutorials in the book use them as references. I only have looked through volume one only so I don't really know what to look forward in the other volumes. Oooh! How exciting! Not like I will actually draw myself a manga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well semester break is around the corner, three more days actually. The Birds have been planning on what to do in our three week holiday. Our lecturers however told us to continue practicing on our drawings and stuff. Charmaine told us to construct something in Maya and Julian told us to draw, draw, draw, keep drawing. For the past of this semester have been quite a ride for us. Sleepless nights and now sleep deprived but still surviving, I don't know about the others but this is actually fun behind all the frustration and depression and confusion we faced. Oh well, everyone said the same thing, "Year two, semester two is gonna the be the hardest time of your life in The One Academy.". Heh. Gotta buckle up for the next wave then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, back to my walk cycle animation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-1571160743988008331?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1571160743988008331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1571160743988008331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1571160743988008331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1571160743988008331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/04/quickdraw.html' title='Quickdraw!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-667446662466020583</id><published>2011-03-25T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T11:39:56.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>白: ポケットモンスタ</title><content type='html'>So the other day I got Pokemon White Version and I, for the first time, spazzed so much I felt like an idiot later that day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did I spazz? White (and Black) is like the breakthrough for Nintendo hand held consoles on 3D Pokemon game play. It's like, I don't know how to put it in words but it's freaking awesome!! 3D all over the place! There's even angel panning view and perspective changes throughout the game. It felt like I have heaven on Earth but no, I'm still in TOA, that's like hell on Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Pokemon Black and White, you are in the Unova region and the Pokemon you find there are all new and there are no recurring Pokemon from the previous generations until you beat the Elite Four. Which means this is whole new! I am like totally a stranger to this babe! Anyway, the Pokemon designs in Black and White are very Japanese based, somewhat like Gold and Silver. The names are also kinda weird and sorta hard to remember. Heck, I'm gonna own this region too. Just you watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kinda disappointed regarding the touch screen functions because in HeartGold and SoulSilver, you can interact by using the touchscreen function thus no need using the D-pad. On Black and White however is like Diamond, Pearl and Platinum again. You have to interact using the D-pad and the touchscreen is used in battles (and the new C-Gear, which I don't really use).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, IT'S FUCKING AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, following the 8.9 magnitude earthquake in Japan, the opening of the English Pokemon Global Link site was postponed and so I don't get to explore some of the more new and awesome features of Pokemon Black and White. Hopefully Japan can recover soon from the quake. The disaster was horrible! I followed the live news online the day it struck and I felt really sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm looking forward to more exciting adventures in this whole new awesome game! Yeah! Pokemon for the win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-667446662466020583?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/667446662466020583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=667446662466020583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/667446662466020583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/667446662466020583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_25.html' title='白: ポケットモンスタ'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1120372305004507152</id><published>2011-03-21T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T05:14:32.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade To White: 白</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For the whole of last week I have been staying over at Wilson's house because my family had their holidays while I didn't. First off, my parents wanted to go back to Penang to see my grandparents because my grandfather fell down a few days before. Second, my dad had a free stay at Genting so, you get the idea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad dropped me at Wilson's house on Sunday along with all my stuff that I needed, clothes, assignments, bla bla bla, light box, stuff. And that night we were joined by Kai who had to find a place to stay because he did not want to drive home and get caught in a jam. During my week long stay, Kai stayed as well. Whee~ A lot of random things happened in that week and some inside jokes were created. That's right, nigga nigga fuck that bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time Wilson's mom will buy dinner for us and there was two nights when Wilson's mom cooked dinner. Her food are delicious! Seriously, Wilson's mom's curry is &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt;! Some nights Wilson, Kai and I will have dinner on our own, usually at Sunway Pyramid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my stay at Wilson's house, I was pushed beyond my limits to do my assignments. Normally I would have gone to sleep or laze around but Wilson pushed me to keep doing my assignments. He kept giving me words of encouragement or sometimes tickles me. I don't know why but I got my tickles back. There was once upon a time when I was immune to tickles. Sigh. Maybe it's because no one tickled me for so many years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting my stay on Sunday, I did not get enough sleep from that night until Wednesday. That's right, three days of almost no sleep. I only got about twenty minutes of sleep each night to do assignments. Mind you it was not only the amount of assignments we have at college but also the fact that I kinda procrastinated. Finally on Thursday night, Wilson, Kai and I kicked out our feet and relaxed. We played games that night, Marvel vs Capcom 3, Left 4 Dead 2 and Silent Hill: Homecoming. We kicked the sack at around 3a.m. that night. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday, Wee came along to stay as well, planning on doing our 2D Animation assignment together. Instead, Wee was so tired he slept almost the whole day! We even woke him up for dinner but he said he wasn't hungry and went back to sleep. The loud laughter the three of us made through the night and morning did not wake Wee up at all. He later woke up at 5a.m. when Kai, Wilson and I wanted to sleep. What's funnier was I did not know the time and was shocked that we were going to sleep at 5a.m. I exclaimed in surprise and Wilson and Kai got mad at me. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The original plan was that I go home on Sunday but Wilson asked me to stay another night to do our Photography assignment and our Figure Studies assignment. On Sunday night, Wilson's parents took us out for dinner at a Chinese hocker restaurant to have Western food. Kai also stayed the extra night with us but he did not have dinner with us, he had dinner with Malini because he went to her house to do assignment and learn a few stuff on how to do our 3D Animation assignment. Screw Maya. It's an awesome program but it's a pain in the ass to get things working and right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, Kai and I take our leave from Wilson's house. That night, Kai and I were talking about how we miss staying at Wilson's house. Seriously it felt like we were brothers already. Hahaha. The both of us stayed another night with Wee again at Wilson's house a few days ago. Heh, I bet we are gonna stay over again when our semester break arrives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-1120372305004507152?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1120372305004507152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1120372305004507152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1120372305004507152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1120372305004507152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/03/fade-to-white.html' title='Fade To White: 白'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1833111188705917984</id><published>2011-03-18T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T04:07:59.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Out</title><content type='html'>I went out with Rin yesterday at Sunway Pyramid. We had planned this about a week before when the school holidays did not arrive.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson, Kai, Chia and others were going for this talk thing that was held in college so we went there in the morning. Rin and I planned to meet at 10 but she was late so I had to wait for her. When she got to the Pyramid, we went to the ice rink first. It was the second time on ice for the both of us, except the last time I went ice skating was last year and Rin's was three years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again with my fast learning and quick recovery capabilities, I got used to the ice and then I guided Rin along the ice as she couldn't get used to it yet. I sorta taught her how to move on ice but eh, my teaching skills are close to nil so I guess I couldn't really convey my knowledge to her. Still, Rin manage to skate alone. Yay~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After skating for about two hours (there were breaks also), we went for lunch at Papa John's for pizza because I had a coupon that I wanted to use before it expires. After our meal, we went to look for a purikura booth because Rin wanted to take some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately we couldn't find one. The place I knew had purikura was under renovation so we headed to the arcade and played some games. We played Detona, DDR, Mario Kart and finally that Fate/Stay Night game I lost on the last time. With my mashing abilities improved, I beat the shit out of the opponent but I lost when Archer came on. Damn, I really hate Archer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the arcade, we walked around for a bit and then we went to Daiso. We looked around in Daiso and I picked out a container so that I can keep my charcoal in it. Rin's mother called her so I took her to the lion head entrance. We talked a bit while waiting for her mom to arrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Rin went home, I reunite with Wilson, Sim Yen, Kai, Mal, Chia, Wee and Ann Nee in college. We then went for dinner together at Popeye's excluding Wee who went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I will be waiting.&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/6627783021305129353-1833111188705917984?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1833111188705917984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1833111188705917984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1833111188705917984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1833111188705917984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-out.html' title='A Day Out'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-2738720250869957821</id><published>2011-03-05T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T05:19:29.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>闇</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It has been accumulating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The amount of happiness I experience is less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I don't smile that much anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My smiles do not last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Tire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The amount of sleep I get is less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I get tired even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Even with more sleep it makes no difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I don't feel alive anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I don't feel like myself anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I don't feel like I belong here anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;No one at home will listen to my problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;They only complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;No one at home wants to help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;They only demand help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is the worst time of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My life I feel it won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want to commit suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I want to get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-2738720250869957821?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/2738720250869957821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=2738720250869957821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2738720250869957821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2738720250869957821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='闇'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-990516489403267226</id><published>2011-02-24T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T09:03:56.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2D Extraordinaire</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, I packed a set of clothes and went to college because I was gonna stay over at Wilson's house after shooting our 2D animation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before I did not sleep. On Monday, I was awake up till midnight until Tuesday morning at 5.30a.m., which I took an half an hour sleep before waking up again at 6a.m. and getting ready for college. I took more sleep in the car while my parents drop my sisters at their school. I guess that was another half an hour sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first class on Tuesday is Drawing For Animation. I got some of my assignments back and I was pleased to get a score of nine out of ten for one of my assignments. It was good enough that my lecturer wants to collect them back probably to photocopy them and use as future references for future students. Whoo-hoo. The remark my lecturer gave me was "Sweet mother fucker! Give them back to me after class.". Oh, did I mention that my lecturer, Julian is badass? Yeah. He's freaking badass and we love it. Everybody has a different remark. Laura got this, "Return these &lt;s&gt;suckers&lt;/s&gt; things *oups* to me after class.". We realised that only the guys gotbadass vulgar words which meant that our work kicked ass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I presented my drill vehicles to Julian but turned out I had a lot of problems with them. Well just one. I'm gonna work on that badass looking mining-drill vehicle with the four rotary blade-like drills. So yeah. I was really tired before class started because of my lack of sleep. Oh, and Kai was absent because he was not feeling well. Poor Mal missing her boyfriend for a day. Hahaha. I did not mention that Kai and Mal got together didn't I? Man, the two of them are such a cute couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch at KFC, Laksh, Ann Nee, Chia, Wilson and I headed to Block P to wait for our next class, Moral to start. On the way, Yew Wah tricked us into thinking that we have a test and we panicked and started reading. When we found out that Yew Wah and Enez pranked us, we all heaved a great sigh of relief. Well, Laksh raged and chased Yew Wah into the toilet. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During Moral, I took some rest by resting my eyes. Ang was teaching (not lecturing, she thinks we are lower secondary school students) us on the topic of religion. A big mistake she made the first slide was the word 'definition', she spelled it 'defination'. Rewinding back to a few weeks before, Kai and I were calling her the air bender Ang. Now, she is the last defi bender Ang from the Defi Nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class was over, Wilson and I rushed over to the 2D lab to shoot our 2D animation assignment. There were others there, Cheryl, Victor, Mal, Emma, Wee. We all were doing our animation. In the end, only Wilson, Cheryl and I remained. Wilson and I left college at 10.30p.m. It was the first time I left college at such an hour and it's bad or anything, I believe that I ha experienced something new and experiencing new things is good. Yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson lead me to his car and after paying the ticket, we took off and picked Sim Yen up. Sim Yen is Wilson's girlfriend. The two of them are also another cute couple. They were talking in the car and stuff. Wilson occasionally included me into their conversation probably to not make me feel awkward. Hehe. We had dinner together at a McDonald's outlet where I spent money on three burgers because I was HUNGRY. Wilson was HUNGRY too but he doesn't have a black hole for a stomach like me. After dinner, Wilson dropped Sim Yen off at her house. Time to hit Wilson Manor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson's mom was waiting for us to return. I greeted her and as usual I was told to make myself at home. After we took our bath, we played Left4Dead 2. Yeah, I guess I'm kinda addicted to L4D2 now ever since I took my first step into an enclosed CC (Blitzone) and played L4D2 with Marcus, Yati and Kuui. Yeah, I like the blood splashing on the screen so what? Killing zombies is fun too. I kinda leveled up in shooting games now I guess. Well time flew like the wind and it was 3a.m. Wilson and I failed to make it to the end in the Dark Carnival stage so we went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning Wilson woke me up. I realised that I was talk half way to him when I woke up, which means I could have been sleep talking while he was talking to me. Whoa. I better check with him. Anyway, after getting ready, the two of us went down with our bags and had breakfast. Wilson's mom bought curry puffs and sandwiches for us. Wilson told me that he is gonna drive Jeremy to college as well and soon enough the tall monotonous ex-classmate walked into the kitchen. We were all in the same class in our first term of college but Jeremy was held back two terms in college so we were not in the same class anymore. After breakfast we headed out to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In class I was somehow extremely tired. I literally was half-awake during 2D Animation. I think Syed knows that I was sleeping in his class because when he was reviewing our assignments, I did say anything and when he called my name I did not respond. Ugh... After he reviewed my animation I fell asleep again. I did wake up at some points but fell asleep again after that. I missed the examples of our 2D animation project, Poncho. Darn. Well at least I manage to stay awake for the research project brief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time after so many years I ended up in the left over group. Not like I don't like my group, I have members I can't cooperate with. The good thing is I have Kai and Wilson with me. Laura ditched us. Sad. Well The sadder thing is we have Raad and Sharukh. Sharukh is not bad but he doesn't attend class all the time. He's usually absent and it's hard to reach him. Raad, his a special case. I call him The Butterfly, or should it be Butterfly Brain. I have no idea what goes on in Raad's mind. All the animation assignments we were given before, he did not meet the requirements. He had all these extra stuff going on in his animation and Syed will always tell him to redo it. I hope Sharukh can get things done and be present next week and Raad wont flutter somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping in a class when class is in session in college is kinda a first for me. I guess I haven't been getting enough sleep and all these assignments I'm getting is becoming more and more and the demands are getting more and more. Well, my lecturers were right. They did say that as the weeks go by, the demand for our assignments will be harder. Yikes. It's too late to say that now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-990516489403267226?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/990516489403267226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=990516489403267226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/990516489403267226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/990516489403267226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/02/2d-extraordinaire.html' title='2D Extraordinaire'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-4328629924102643828</id><published>2011-02-08T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T17:24:45.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppy Chinese New Year - Year of the Wabbit</title><content type='html'>The Chinese New Year holidays ended a few days ago and a lot of people are saying how this year's Chinese New Year holiday is so short. I got nothing to complain about except for the fact that I did not get to visit all my relatives this year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this year's Chinese New Year had some surprises for me. I can say it was an eye-opener. I'm lazy and there I said it, I'm lazy. So I'm not gonna go into all the things that happened in those five days in Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to my cousin's house and it was packed with my other relatives because she held a buffet lunch and invited all of us to eat there. Did I post on my blog before that I have a huge complicated family tree? If not then let me say it here, I have nephews and nieces who are older than me because my late paternal grandfather had four wives and each of my paternal uncles and aunts vary from age. Yeah so my dad as a kid also already had nephews and nieces which are my current cousins who are well, adults. So here's where all these lead to, one of my cousins have become a grandmother. Which means I have been "promoted" to from uncle to granduncle. Yay. Look how old my status in my family is now. It's just funny. Anyway, ever since I don't remember when, my nephews and nieces have stopped calling me 'uncle'. I can still remember when I was small and did not understand my status in my family, they always called me 'uncle' despite the fact that I was younger than them. Even though I am relieved, I still feel a little disappointed. Guess I'm looking forward to hear one of my older nephews or nieces call me 'uncle' again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday morning my family and I went to have dim sum for breakfast with some of my maternal family members. We all had seated down and were eating when my grandmother suddenly called us (my cousins, my sisters, my mom and my uncle) to see someone. As I was following my grandmother, I saw Mr. Colin at a table. I was surprised and happy to see him. I was thinking of greeting him if I pass by but for some reason before I reached wherever my grandmother was leading us, I felt that I was heading for the table Mr. Colin was sitting at and I was right. My grandmother immediately introduced us to her cousin and as the young ones, we greeted her. I then greeted Mr. Colin. I couldn't be any more shocked than this. Mr. Colin, a mentor and a leader I respected is a distant cousin of mine. Whoa. I was too shocked to have anything run through my brain cells. I could only keep a smile on my face and hide the shock I have on the inside. After my mom and my grandmother chatted with Mr. Colin's mom and grandmother which is my distant aunt and grandaunt, my grandmother told us to go back to our table and finish up the food. I greeted Mr. Colin again and then went back still astonished. I wonder what was going through Mr. Colin's mind. I doubt it was the same as mine. I was blank from surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the first time I experienced fine dinning. My paternal fourth uncle and aunt brought my family and I to my cousin's husband's restaurant for dinner. I was great and it was really fine dinning. We had three sets of forks and knifes set before us, the waiter laid out the napkins on our laps for us, they served us wine, it was whoa. I had my first taste of wine and bleh, I don't like wine. Beer tastes better. The meals were spectacular. They came out one by one slowly after everyone finished their plate. We had everything from starters to desserts, five dishes in total.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During our stay in Penang, my four dogs, Patches, Kawaii, Lady (previously Buffy) and Muffin were left at my paternal fourth uncle's house because he also has dogs and a lot of cages. We decided that we leave Lady and Muffin behind and take Patches and Kawaii back to KL. Now it feels like we are missing something at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese New Year isn't over yet but the holidays are. Well, I'm lazy and it's 2a.m. now so this ends my blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-4328629924102643828?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/4328629924102643828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=4328629924102643828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4328629924102643828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4328629924102643828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/02/gong-hei-fatt-cho0oi.html' title='Hoppy Chinese New Year - Year of the Wabbit'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-4983356305060387447</id><published>2011-01-27T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T09:01:40.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasta and Birthday Cakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Tuesday, Laura, Wilson, Chia, Kai, Mal, Ann Nee, Cheryl, Jian Leng, Emma, Mel, Laksh and I went to this pasta and fries restaurant which's name I forgot but I exactly know where to have lunch together and also to surprise Emma as it was his birthday. Along with us was Yumi who was part of Emma's birthday surprise but little did Yumi and Emma know that we had a birthday cake for the both of them so it's like a double surprise. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we got seated, Yumi soon arrived and surprised Emma. Then we ordered our food and then when our food came we ate our food. Duh, if not, what? Throw them around and start a food fight? Use our food to make a giant Art Attack? Well the food there was good. It's better than what I had imagined because the shop is kinda small and secluded. This restaurant is mostly famous for it's fries and unique sauces served with the fries. There were numerous newspaper articles displayed at the casher. Yeah. It was good. The fries were something I'd like to call, real potatoes, in them. Unlike fries from McDonald's or KFC, these fries were thick and had filling. Potatoes! I had cheddar cheese with my fries and mm mm! It was delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after our meal, Cheryl brought out the birthday cake and we sang the birthday song for Emma and Yumi. Oh yeah, did I mention? Yumi's birthday is a few days after Emma's birthday, on Friday which is today. Yeah. A few people who were at the restaurant sang and clapped their hands too. Yay~ Such participation. After that we rushed to Moral class because we were already more than five minutes late. Yumi sneaked into the class and joined us without our lecturer knowing. We had the cake later when we had our break. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday after 3D Maya Essentials class, Laura, Kai, Nicole Cheryl, Emma, Jian Leng, Laksh, JuEun, Baddy, Enez and I went to Pasta Zanmai  in Sunway Pyramid to have lunch together in celebration to Nicole's birthday. At Pasta Zanmai ready and waiting for us was Chia, Wee, Ann Nee, Mal, Wilson and Sim Yen because they were the surprise team who got the birthday cake Nicole is oblivious of and also to reserve seats for all of us. (I have a feeling I missed somebody out... Hmm...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyway, we all got settled down and ordered our food. Seriously, I was indecisive. There was many delicious looking pastas and Japanese curry rice dishes to choose! I finally decided on this Ebi Ika Cream Pasta (Prawn and Squid) with the help of Laura (with her exceptionally amazing reasoning skills). Chia, Wilson and I teased Kai and Mal while we waited for our food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well food arrived and man I tell you. This is gourmet, fit for me, a self-proclaimed gourmet. Yeah. It's awesome. The freshness of every ingredient, the squid, the prawns, the mushrooms! Everything was perfect! I wanted more but my wallet won't allow. After the meal, the waiters at Pasta Zanmai brought out the birthday cake and we sang the birthday song for Nicole. Yay~ After that Mal, Chia, Wee and Ann Nee rushed to class for their 3D Maya Essentials class. The rest of us stayed and had cake. Wilson and Kai dared me to put the whole of my second slice in my mouth and I did it. Hah. I am awesome with my big mouth as always! Okay, having a big mouth is nothing to brag about, moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a whole lot of chatting we all dispersed home. Kai, Laksh and I went to Vision Art and Kai and I bought light boxes and I got a new stack of animation paper because mine is almost out. Darn all my mistakes. I wasted a lot of paper there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well pasta dishes on birthdays with cake in one week. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, did I mention? My 3D Maya Essentials lecturer is a cosplayer, quite the famous pro too. Awesome shits huh? Haha. I have a feeling cosplaying will be a lot different if we see her at events. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-4983356305060387447?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/4983356305060387447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=4983356305060387447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4983356305060387447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4983356305060387447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/01/pasta-and-birthday-cakes.html' title='Pasta and Birthday Cakes!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-6661403219273715878</id><published>2011-01-23T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T05:08:58.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside The Building, Outside The Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was the very first so-called cosplay event for the year 2011. I didn't know the details clearly but I found out that this event is actually the grand opening of a new game shop called Asia Games Channel or AGC.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Ikea first at around 9.30am and had breakfast there with my dad who later left when Yati came to join me. It was 10am at that time so we walked over to e@Curve and got to the game shop and that's where I learned about the event details. Apparently some student from SMKBU(3)'s dad was the manager for this shop. Wow. Now this boy has something to brag about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I met Ming Yang there. He's a lot taller now and he's got his voice cracked. Haha. Anyway, Kuui and Meow soon came along and we chilled around. Yati and I walked around before the event started and we checked out the maid cafe that opened recently, Tenshi no Cafe. The cafe looks like the real thing, a real Japanese maid cafe. Problem is the strict rules and limited seats. I guess it's to avoid maids from getting harassed. It's logical to think that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There I met my two juniors back in BU(3) in softball club and Japanese club, Teoh and Edi. My, have they grown up. Edi looks completely different. He's slimmed down and has grown taller. I can still recognise Edi though. He just got taller. Apparently they are still in the softball club and the Japanese club which is great news for me. I hope they can play softball at MSSD for our school this year. Well, they told me about Denise becoming the president for the Japanese club this year. Why! Denise did not tell me about this vital information! Anyway, Denise was cosplaying as Saito Hajime  of the Shinsengumi. Haha. Well she did a good job for the costume. Almost perfect. Also, not to forget Wei Jin who was in scouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the rest of the day was pretty much spent looking around, taking photos (Yeah! I finally have a camera I can use for myself!) and playing Jump! Ultimate Stars. Well I met Jian Leng, Emma, Cheryl, Nick, Yumi and Blackcatz as well. And I sorta made new friends with some friends of Rin's. They cling to me as if I'm some teddy bear. It was so scary when they kept hugging me and poking my face. Waaah... Well one of them speaks pretty fluent Japanese and can sing Hatsune Miku no Shoushitsu -DEAD END-! Awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. Today I tried out typing internet memes on Scribblenauts and Yati was with me to witness the epic discovery. I spawned Ceiling Cat, Longcat, Tacgnol, O RLY and YA RLY and LOL WUT. Just now I surfed Google and found that there are other internet memes that you can spawn on Scribblenauts! Too bad you can't spawn Shoop Da Whoop. I can't believe you can spawn All Your Base Are Belong To Us and Over 9000. It's just epic! Freaking EPIC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then yeah, I found some internet memes along the way like Fuck Yeah Seaking, Stick It In Her Pooper and The Internet Is Leaking. So funny. I love internet memes, thanks to 4Chan but I don't really like 4Chan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had Ikea cuffypuffs for lunch and I met up with Wayne. Yeah. Then from there I hanged around outside Tenshi no Cafe until my dad arrived at 3pm. Yeah. Unfortunately for me I couldn't stay longer because I had to go to a New Year dinner with my sister's godmother. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT112a9sIvI/AAAAAAAABrw/L1cg9XRpqFs/s1600/DSC07437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT112a9sIvI/AAAAAAAABrw/L1cg9XRpqFs/s320/DSC07437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565734292311253746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The new shop next to 7Eleven, AGC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT112LinwHI/AAAAAAAABro/JQz5P2AfH6Q/s1600/DSC07428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT112LinwHI/AAAAAAAABro/JQz5P2AfH6Q/s320/DSC07428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565734288171188338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melvin and Kuui. Kuui was doing his usual terrorist cosplay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT111u5oc3I/AAAAAAAABrg/E60UaKHsGes/s1600/DSC07423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT111u5oc3I/AAAAAAAABrg/E60UaKHsGes/s320/DSC07423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565734280483074930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT111fSUAOI/AAAAAAAABrY/rR0qt5B8uP8/s1600/DSC07424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT111fSUAOI/AAAAAAAABrY/rR0qt5B8uP8/s320/DSC07424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565734276291625186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT111JJZD_I/AAAAAAAABrQ/EMeU5T6AyZM/s1600/DSC07427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT111JJZD_I/AAAAAAAABrQ/EMeU5T6AyZM/s320/DSC07427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565734270348627954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT10E-hrvPI/AAAAAAAABrI/hsKaa17WIlQ/s1600/DSC07430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT10E-hrvPI/AAAAAAAABrI/hsKaa17WIlQ/s320/DSC07430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565732343352376562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT10Ev8QTpI/AAAAAAAABrA/2pIIVVU-WU8/s1600/DSC07431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT10Ev8QTpI/AAAAAAAABrA/2pIIVVU-WU8/s320/DSC07431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565732339437293202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT10EetcsNI/AAAAAAAABq4/QL0-HF9kUAs/s1600/DSC07432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT10EetcsNI/AAAAAAAABq4/QL0-HF9kUAs/s320/DSC07432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565732334811787474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT10D-c4AlI/AAAAAAAABqw/xp8eiURiTAU/s1600/DSC07433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT10D-c4AlI/AAAAAAAABqw/xp8eiURiTAU/s320/DSC07433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565732326152340050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT10DY32lII/AAAAAAAABqo/9W-uVhzGPZ0/s1600/DSC07439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT10DY32lII/AAAAAAAABqo/9W-uVhzGPZ0/s320/DSC07439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565732316064945282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheryl, Yumi and Blackcatz. I met them outside. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-6661403219273715878?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/6661403219273715878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=6661403219273715878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6661403219273715878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6661403219273715878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/01/inside-building-outside-cafe.html' title='Inside The Building, Outside The Cafe'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TT112a9sIvI/AAAAAAAABrw/L1cg9XRpqFs/s72-c/DSC07437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-5721025360410320498</id><published>2011-01-16T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T07:59:43.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Hoss-Third</title><content type='html'>Hey, it's been a week already huh. Nothing much happened so I did not really update my blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ken chucked me a bunch of manga to read. Well I'll post some comments after I finish them all. Note that these manga are either quite recent or slowly updated and definitely not completed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished my line animation. 179 pages and I'm exhausted. God... Things are gonna get harded from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few days it has been cloudy or raining. I can't get a good picture for my Photography assignment. I'm worried. Maybe I should make one later using artificial light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Good photos are not taken. Good photos are made."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; - David (my Photography lecturer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm starting to try and "make friends" with my markers. Rendering is hard but I'm slowly learning how to render. Just as how Julian, my lecturer and Voon Fei said, put down strokes freely and quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Autodesk Maya is tough but fun. Unfortunately I had to struggle just now because apparently making an antique phone is not easy. All these lofting and planaing to do. Also, Maya lags on my desktop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bought a big ass pencil case with Chia, Kai, Wee and Ann Nee at Daiso. I failed to restrict myself from spending my RM50. Guess I have to start all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah, I was horribly sick the other day. I vomited and had diarrhea and fever. I'm accusing the pieces of pork I had. I should have realise that it went bad when it tasted sour. Anyway, I'm surprised that I recovered my fever in one night. The day I was that sick, it was really scary. I almost fainted (because everything I see went white, my arms and legs went numb and m ears turned cold) and when I was shitting liquids, I sweated as if I had been splashed with water. I'm completely fine now. I just have a smaller appetite and I'm more cautions of the food we have from the caterer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I finished the main story for Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney. Now I'm playing the bonus stage. The characters in this bonus stage are weird... Well after I finish I'm going to play the second game Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Justice For All. I'm about to complete Jump! Ultimate Stars. Hmm... I went back to check out my Pokemon in Diamond and Soul Silver. Mario &amp;amp; Luigi: Partners in Time is still fun. I think I should start playing the other games I put in my SD card. Oh how I regret permanently deleting the games I did not want. I should have kept them even though I know I wont play them. It's mixed feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-5721025360410320498?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/5721025360410320498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=5721025360410320498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5721025360410320498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5721025360410320498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/01/x-hoss-third.html' title='X-Hoss-Third'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-4834265037739934375</id><published>2011-01-06T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T06:22:00.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Happy Birthday Me.</title><content type='html'>Today I turn 19. Old. Yes. I'm getting old.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today at college, we get hands on 3D Maya Essential. It really complicated with tonnes of buttons all over the place. I even got lost while my lecturer was telling us what does what but everything went swell. Our assignment was to build a Greek temple. It was fun despite the complicated controls. Well I went bonkers and put a random cubic head with a retarded face in the temple and added some poor little pillars that looked like cannons in it. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got down into Jump Ultimate Stars, a game for the Nintendo DS. It's exciting really. I didn't get as frustrated as I would on other games when I lost a few times. Besides Jump Ultimate Stars, another game I got hooked on is Mario &amp;amp; Luigi: Partners in Time. To me the game play is new and refreshing. You control a total of four characters, Mario, Luigi, Baby Mario and Baby Luigi. You fight enemies instead of jumping on them and killing them off instantly like in the usual Mario games. It's really nice but I can tell that in the upcoming level's it's gonna be tough. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like usual, I got an ice-cream for a birthday cake, Brownies Tiramisu. There was a pinch of wine in it. Haha. The birthday celebration with my family was small and simple and ended as soon as we finished the ice-cream. I'm not complaining really because it's kinda the way I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-4834265037739934375?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/4834265037739934375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=4834265037739934375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4834265037739934375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4834265037739934375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-happy-birthday-me.html' title='Hey, Happy Birthday Me.'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-4892012356585271222</id><published>2011-01-01T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:00:02.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First 21 of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;QWOP, because I had nothing better to do at 4a.m. in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TSAgYIJAafI/AAAAAAAABqY/Ul4DpucL9z4/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-02%2Bat%2B3.24.25%2BAM.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TSAgYIJAafI/AAAAAAAABqY/Ul4DpucL9z4/s320/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-02%2Bat%2B3.24.25%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557477539049400818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I manage to make Qwop run like normal up to 22.4 meters. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S: 2+2=4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S.S: 4a.m. Hmm... There's something going on with these numbers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-4892012356585271222?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/4892012356585271222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=4892012356585271222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4892012356585271222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4892012356585271222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-21-of-2011.html' title='The First 21 of 2011'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TSAgYIJAafI/AAAAAAAABqY/Ul4DpucL9z4/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-01-02%2Bat%2B3.24.25%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-9082202494874488614</id><published>2011-01-01T02:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T02:37:20.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;First day of the year 2011, 1/1/11. It's depressing. Everything was kinda going well at first but there were things that pressured me. At Wee's house, we left to have brunch together at a family restaurant. Once again, I did not have enough money to pay for my meal. I had to owe my friends, once again money. Chia and Kai joked about me always having to owe people money but I know that they are telling me to stop having to borrow money. I know that, I hate owing people money but somehow I always don't have enough money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Later on, I had to have Kai drive me home because my parents can't get me. It was mentally torturing. Kai had to drive a long way because I live so far away from everyone else. I can tell that he was frustrated and I, full of sorrow and depression. I tried to put on a smile and tell myself it's okay but I can't because I know it's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; okay, it never is because I have been always depending on my friends. Helping me all the time. It sucks. I hate it. I don't want to continue be dependant on my friends. So this year, I will change. I don't wanna trouble others no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Turn of my raison d'etre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2011&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/6627783021305129353-9082202494874488614?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/9082202494874488614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=9082202494874488614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/9082202494874488614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/9082202494874488614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-2011.html' title='Hello 2011!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-5616835523173109829</id><published>2010-12-31T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:08:39.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year Firm Decision To Do Or Not To Do Something 2011</title><content type='html'>Some people might have already listed down their new year resolutions already. I wonder what new year resolutions I should have this year, all the past year resolutions did not really work or whatever. It's an hour till new years so whatever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new year resolution, hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Spend less money on lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Work harder at college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Be less lazy. Maybe post longer blog posts, work harder on whatever I do, things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's pretty much about it. Screw No.3. Ha. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-5616835523173109829?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/5616835523173109829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=5616835523173109829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5616835523173109829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5616835523173109829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-new-year-firm-decision-to-do-or-not.html' title='My New Year Firm Decision To Do Or Not To Do Something 2011'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-2776047321106273221</id><published>2010-12-29T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:16:06.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy That Runs In My Blood</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile aye? 2011 is just around the corner and I have finished two anime series before it happens. While at that, I'm now watching three anime series thanks to Kenada.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I finished &lt;i&gt;Saki&lt;/i&gt; (咲), an anime about mahjong. I won't go into details because I'm lazy and I'm in download mode. I'm currently downloading songs, and more songs. Go Wikipedia for further details. Well &lt;i&gt;Saki&lt;/i&gt; is about a girl named Miyanaga Saki who has an amazing ability to score 0 points in mahjong which is said to be harder than to win consistently. She joins the mahjong club in her school and goes for the nationals. Well, Saki got me interested in mahjong. Surprisingly I was not that into mahjong before because I never got the chance to learn how to play the game. Well, Saki is really good, I mange to guess that it was produced by Gonzo because of the similar art style as Strike Witches. There are countless scenes that help you get engrossed in the anime and mahjong and as well the motivation to watch the next episode but the weak point of the anime is the number of flashbacks! There were a lot of flashbacks, I kept having urges to skip them. Still, I recommend Saki. Before I end I would like to say something, I don't like Nodoka! She's not aerodynamic! There's huge blobs of fat! Arrgghh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next I finished &lt;i&gt;Taishou Yakyuu  Musume&lt;/i&gt; (大正野球娘。), an anime about baseball. During the taishou period in Japan where running is considered vulgar for girls, a group of school girls play baseball, a sport which was only meant for men during that era. This anime really made my hands itch to play baseball. The enthusiasm and spirit of the girls really made me want to play baseball again (well, I played softball in high school). Because the time setting is located in the taishou period, the Japanese spoken by the characters were formal honorific Japanese and it kinda boggled my mind because most of the anime I've watched have slang and rough language. Well for baseball lovers, watching this! I'm telling you! The art style and color also really matched the taishou period pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up, I'm watching &lt;i&gt;ef: A Tail Of Memories&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Angel Beats!&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Kami Nomi zo Shiru Sekai&lt;/i&gt; (神のみぞ知るセカイ). Yes. So far, &lt;i&gt;ef&lt;/i&gt; is kinda confusing even though I have watched two episodes already. Even so, I'm eager to understand the story. I've only watched the first episode of &lt;i&gt;Angel Beats!&lt;/i&gt; so I'm still hanging around the confused zone. &lt;i&gt;Angel Beats!&lt;/i&gt; have proven to be a good anime in just the first episode, I can't wait to watch the next. For &lt;i&gt;Kami Nomi zo Shiru Sekai&lt;/i&gt;, I think the first episode is kind of a rush but I guess it went pretty well. The beginning was too sudden compared to the manga. Also, I did not expect Keima to have such a voice. Huuh... Same goes to Elsea. Their voices did not go as how I imagined. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what's up next? I'm planning on buying &lt;i&gt;Strike Witches&lt;/i&gt; season 2 and the first Haruhi movie, &lt;i&gt;Suzumiya Haruhi no Shoushitsu&lt;/i&gt;. Maybe some others as well, I just need the money to buy them. But the problem is I also need money for my cosplay! Gah!! Where's my allowance?! I have to save money from now on! Cut down expenses on lunch! 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I had to take numbers and wait for my turn and I had to take two. The two numbers were 1121 and 5211. What's the probability for one person to get the number 21 in both papers? I don't care, too lazy to do the math. The point is, I'm haunted by the number 21. Hah. I think I said this before last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-2767099208767711696?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/2767099208767711696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=2767099208767711696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2767099208767711696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2767099208767711696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/12/haunting-21.html' title='Haunting 21'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-8827078933660152284</id><published>2010-12-20T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T07:37:07.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>コミク・フィエスタ 二〇一〇</title><content type='html'>This year's Comic Fiesta was a blast! My second Comic Fiesta and compared to last year's, this years was the bomb. There was a whole lot more cosplayers, a whole lot more variety of cosplay characters, a whole lot more people who attended Comic Fiesta 2010. Unfortunately for me, I did not have a camera to take, so I am really unfortunate to be unable to take photos of all the countless cosplayers at Comic Fiesta. Oh well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pre-Comic Fiesta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to college to check my OTP results and I met Chia, Wee and Ann Nee. Chia told me that none of our classmates got OTP so I had one thing less to do. I then headed to Block K with my huge box of stuff and found Cheryl and Nicole. I joined them and did edits to my Anime and Vocaloid Song Guessing Game songs. Cheryl and Nick were making their keychains for sale at Comic Fiesta. Soon Emma and Jian Leng came and following after them was Mal and then Kai. Everyone was here and we were all getting ready for Comic Fiesta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after Mal got back from buy duct tapes for her Tetris block costume, Kai lead Emma, Jian Leng and I to his car so that we can put our stuff into it, then we headed to KFC to have lunch. Cheryl, Mal and Nick went to have some of their doujin art stuff printed and later joined us. After lunch, we all headed to Daiso in Sunway Pyramid to buy some stuff and after that, Cheryl and Nick went to this new Japanese candy shop to buy some candy. We then all went back. Mal was staying over at Nick's and the rest of us are staying over at Cheryl's along with Yumi and Blackcatz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl led Kai the way to her house and we all crowded into her house. We put our things down and settled in, getting 'make yourself feel at home' sink in. Well, Yumi, Blackcatz, Jian Leng and Emma have been to Cheryl's house before numerous times already so it was easy for them. I guess it was because of Emma and Jian Leng's lax attitude I also made myself feel at home. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After bathing and relaxing around, Cheryl's parents and brother came home. Her dad had bought us dinner and we all dug in. After that, Cheryl and Yumi practiced on their makeup while Jian Leng and Emma got their props ready. Kai tried on his Lao costume and then did what he does best, play Monster Hunter on his PSP. Jian Leng and Emma decided to disturb Kai and the four of us were on the mattress making fun of each other. Later at night, we all were at the hallway. Emma was gluing his Devil May Cry fingers to his gloves. We then hit the sack after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Comic Fiesta Day 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got up really early around 6.30a.m. except for Kai who as agreed will wake up at 7. Nicole and Mal came around 7.15 and after we got all our stuff, we headed out. The girls sat in Nicole's car (her mom was driving) and the boys into Kai's car. Cheryl's younger brother, Ben, joined us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick's mom drives fast and we almost lost them when we were along Jalan University; we followed a wrong car. Haha. Well, it did not take us long to get to Times Square. After dropping off Jian Leng and Emma, Yumi lead Kai to the parking lot and we later met up at the Meridian Hall in the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting permission, Cheryl lead us to our booth in the hall. We started setting up our booth and because I was gonna be at the booth full time, Nick, Cheryl and Mal ran through the prices of their stuff and I settled into the booth. In the hall, other booth owners were also setting up their stall. I had problems arranging the things not needed on the booth and I ended up having only one chair because I had to put my huge box on one chair so that it'll be easier to open it to show people the sock dolls my mom made for sale. Later Ann Nee and Wee came by and Ann Nee stayed with me to help out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My feelings? Excited. This would make it my first time at a booth, I got to experience Comic Fiesta in a different point of view. When the doors opened and people started to swarm in, I could not help but to smile because that is the moment Comic Fiesta officially starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rin-neechama and Senzo came by to visit, with them was Jo Yen and Amanda (I only got to know her on the second day). Soon I started to see people I know passing by the booth. It was really refreshing? Is that the word? I felt really happy because I got to see friends who I've not see for a long time. Julian, Wilson, Wei Jin and Justin were there too. It took me some time to recognise Abby, she was cosplaying a character from Angel Beats and she looked really different. Yati, Yat Sun and Wayne soon came by. Yati was cosplaying Yamamoto while Wayne was Byakuran. Really, Yati did a good job on his handmade katana and Wayne's costume was perfect, to me at least, it was perfect. For some reason what seemed like minutes was hours. Ann Nee and I were dying to get out and buy a Black Rock Shooter shirt that was on sale on a booth opposite of ours, unfortunately it was sold out very fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year there wasn't the spam of same cosplay characters like last year (there was a huge number of Kagamine Rin and Len). This year the Vocaloid cosplayers did a huge coverage on the different Vocaloids and UTAUloids. There was even Defoko or Utane Uta! I almost cried tears because someone actually did Utane Uta. I thought no one would cosplay her. There was even a Lily on the second day. Akita Neru was also present and of course, Black Rock Shooters were there. The characters from the anime were also cosplayed. I was awed my brains out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 3.00p.m. Ann Nee and I were getting hungry. I'm not sure about Ann Nee but I wanted to jump out of my shoes and do a sprint around the hall to buy things I want. Of course that was impossible, the lanes along all the booths were packed and flooding like a river. Our sales at the booth wasn't so bad. I hate to say this but I had good sales while the others did not really get good responses. Cheryl and Nick's keychains were sold off pretty fast and Nick manage to sell some of her fan art. Unfortunately for Cheryl and Mal, Cheryl's fan art keychains did not sell and Mal only sold one of her Prussia Photo Booth fan art. My Anime and Vocaloid song guessing challenge got quite a good response surprisingly. A few people played but most of them tried the Vocaloid only and only one person tried the anime. Out of the few people, only one person manage to get a score over ten. Haha. She was cosplaying a Meltdown version Vocaloid (I'm not sure though, her hair was black), I think it was suppose to be Rin. She wrote some Japanese on the list and she manage to guess quite a lot of the songs. Unfortunately she was only familiar with the Vocaloids, she did not do well with the UTAU and others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some time, around 4 (I can't remember, my sense of time was lost), Cheryl and Nick came back to the booth to take over our place. They also brought some food for Ann Nee and me. The two of us then headed out to the mall and had our lunch. After that, we went back to the hotel and we had a look at all the booths and the displays around. Along the whole way from the hotel to the mall and from the mall to the hotel, I was practically spazzing over the cosplayers. I was really happy when I saw Touhou Project cosplayers like Reimu, Patchouli, Remilia and others. This year there was a lot of crossplaying guys as well, and I really mean a lot. There were so many it's like a trap fiesta. Well, thanks to this and some encouragement from friends, I think I want to crossplay too. Haha. Rin and Cheryl sure are excited about it and Jian Leng said he would crossplay too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were a lot of things I want to buy, especially badges. Ever since Cheryl gave me my first anime-related badge, I wanted to more. It's like a new hobby now, anime badge collecting. I bought a huge bunch of badges (not really huge) and an ANBU mask. After Ann Nee and I finished our "tour" we headed back to the booth and took our places again. Ann Nee was tired so she took a nap under the table. Haha. When she came back up she complained that people who stopped to look at our booth kicks her. Around 6, Wee came back to take Ann Nee home. I stayed at the booth and I don't remember what happened. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later Cheryl, Nick and others came in to check on me. Day 1 was coming to an end so we packed up and then we headed home. Everyone was exhausted except for me. My legs were only tired because I was standing the whole day, literally, I only sat down for 10 minutes and then continued standing. The whole day would mean 9 hours? My gosh, but oh well, I had my own fun. This was Kai's first time cosplaying and on top of that he's at the biggest event of the year. He was really, really tired. Too bad I did not get to try on Mal's Tetris block costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at Cheryl's house, we had dinner Cheryl's dad bought and then we got ready for Day 2. My mom said that she'll bring more dolls for me to sell so I had to stay up and wait for my dad. Kai was already asleep and I was watching Scrubs with Jian Leng and Emma. The three girls were in Cheryl's room. Later, Cheryl came out to check on us. Cheryl and I then got down to dividing the earned money because it was messed up some time during the event. Soon, around 12.00a.m., my dad arrived and Cheryl took me out to find my dad. I gave the money I got for the dolls to my dad for my mom and then we went back in. Kai woke up and then went back to sleep. The rest of us also hit the sack after we got our stuff ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Comic Fiesta Day 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I'm cosplaying, again as Keiichi, this time I have my Rena~ Rin-neechama got her costume last month. The morning is the same, after having some stew Cheryl's mom cooked, we all headed out and same way we did yesterday. This time Kai did not lose track of Nick's mom and the both of us headed down to the car park after dropping Jian Leng and Emma. Kai parked his car in the same parking lot. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up at the hall, we all sat down outside the event hall exit. The Comic Fiesta community members were having a briefing. Later, we went into the hall to set up our booth again. Because I wouldn't be at the booth, I briefed Kai on the sock dolls and I decided to sell the Chupa Chups lollipops instead of setting up the song guessing challenge. After Kai got the idea, I headed back out to find Rin and Senzo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was funny because Senzo called me, trying to find me and we were both facing each other less than a meter apart. We got together and Rin passed me her wig and a pair of scissors. She told me to style it and she headed to change to her costume. Senzo followed and I asked Cheryl's help to style the wig. I can't thank Cheryl enough. She has been helping us everyday, letting us sleep at her house, use her things, she's awesome. Cheryl helped me style the wig after helping Nick put on makeup and then proceeded to help Emma with his makeup. We got up and then started hanging around. I did not get to take that many pictures but I'm okay with it. Rin on the other hand got lots of pictures. Haha. Maybe I should have not been so timid and get Keiichi's casual outfit instead of the school outfit. Meh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I got to know Amanda and we had lunch together at a shop that apparently is part of Shabu Shabu. We then rushed back to the event hall because Rin and Senzo joined the cosplay competition. Rin was really nervous and scared, she panicked on stage and ran out after a few minutes. Poor Rin. We manage to cheer her up later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After walking around and around, I headed back to the booth. Kai was bored out of his boots. I walked around once more the rows of doujin booths to see what I want to buy with Rin, Senzo, Jo Yen, Yati and Wayne. In that journey, I bought a Special Orchestra t-shirt (Nodame Cantabile TV drama) and a bunch of badges. I finally manage to get a Cirno badge! Yay~ I was wishing there was something like ⑨ with Cirno's ice wings but this will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back and sat at the booth with Kai and Mal. I was really, really tired. Haha. After Rin, Senzo, Yati and Wayne left, I fell asleep at the floor of the booth by the wall. I don't know how long I was asleep but after I got up I was still tired. It was already around 6 something and Cheryl and the rest were already at the booth. We packed up and headed out. As we were going down, we passed by a vending machine and I joyfully bought a can of coffee. Cheryl's dad was busy so we waited for her dad to come with Cheryl and we ate dinner together at the food court in the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Cheryl's dad came, we split into two again, this time Cheryl was the only one in her dad's car because her sword was huge and there was not enough space of others. Yumi, Jian Leng, Emma and I got into Kai's car and we headed for Cheryl's home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post-Comic Fiesta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got energetic again from dinner and the coffee but I was still tired. While I was bathing, Kai drove back home. We all sat in Cheryl's room after bathing and we chatted. Jian Leng and Emma would occasionally tickle each other. While in the room, I told Cheryl about my plan of crossplaying, Jian Leng was interested too. We later went out and watched Salt. After the movie, we all went to sleep. Salt is not bad, I just don't like the ending which tells me that the chase will keep repeating itself over and over again, Russian spy after Russian spy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, Jian Leng, Emma and I lazed around waiting for Cheryl to wake up. After she did, we had breakfast, luncheon meat, peas, cheese and bread. After that we discussed about cosplay plans. It was fun, I learned some new stuff and got interested in some new anime like Starry Sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for next year. This year's Comic Fiesta was better than last year's, I bet next year's is gonna be a whole lot better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's the awesomeness level?! IT'S OVER 9000!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-8827078933660152284?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/8827078933660152284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=8827078933660152284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8827078933660152284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8827078933660152284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='コミク・フィエスタ 二〇一〇'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1301835451207988341</id><published>2010-12-16T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T07:33:27.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>400</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, this is my 400th blog post every since I started blogging, minus a few of blog posts I deleted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's install for my number 400th blog post? Why am I like celebrating this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No reason actually. I just coincidentally saw that this blog post will be my 400th one and I just came across something I'd like to share with whoever's reading this or whoever's following my blog. Did you know that 'spot' is one of the few anagrams for 'post'? I kept typing 'spot' in the previous 'post's so I just wanted to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. O2Mania. It's the free version of O2Jam that can be played offline. Yeah. I got it like a few months back. Recently (and today) I downloaded some songs to play on my O2Mania and I came across a legend. There are a lot of the similar song types you can find, especially on YouTube, and people download these songs for fun just to see Auto Play fail to get perfect scores. What am I talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'm talking about &lt;i&gt;Xepher&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Xepher [SHD]&lt;/i&gt; is made such a way it's super hard, hense the [SHD] (Super Hard Special Edition). Normal levels for a hard song on O2Mania (and of course, O2Jam) would be around level 50. (&lt;i&gt;Gaussian Blur&lt;/i&gt; is at level 50 and was my hardest song before I downloaded more mad leveled songs.) Before Xepher, I found a song titled &lt;i&gt;Fantazindy&lt;/i&gt;. It's hard level is 28. Then came &lt;i&gt;Fantazindy [SHD]&lt;/i&gt; at level 74. It is crazy. You can find a video on YouTube. Then came along 3&lt;i&gt;78 Fantazindy [SHD]&lt;/i&gt; at level 378. It's madness! I thought I'd never find anything worse but no. Here comes &lt;i&gt;Xepher&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Xepher&lt;/i&gt; is at level 36. Harder than &lt;i&gt;Fantazindy&lt;/i&gt;. Then they made a &lt;i&gt;Xepher [SHD]&lt;/i&gt;. I don't know if there's any figures in between 36 and the number I'm about to announce but I got this hell of a monster. I don't know why someone made it, that person must have wanted to see Auto Play fail very much. If you compare &lt;i&gt;378 Fantazindy [SHD]&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;Xepher [SHD]&lt;/i&gt; without knowing &lt;i&gt;Xepher [SHD]&lt;/i&gt;'s level, you maybe will think around 500? Haha. I did. Guess what, with a total of 3,3842 notes of hit in 2:57 minutes, the &lt;i&gt;Xepher [SHD]&lt;/i&gt; I have here is level &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1155&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. No kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQospheo82I/AAAAAAAABps/2Prea3X0wss/s1600/Untitledzephercover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQospheo82I/AAAAAAAABps/2Prea3X0wss/s320/Untitledzephercover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551298582560699234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQospheo82I/AAAAAAAABps/2Prea3X0wss/s1600/Untitledzephercover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQospU0OKnI/AAAAAAAABpk/62Bgond4IEo/s1600/Untitledzephercover2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQospU0OKnI/AAAAAAAABpk/62Bgond4IEo/s320/Untitledzephercover2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551298579161557618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the beginning of the song, impossible steps are already punched out and Auto Play starts to get Miss, Bad and Good. It's nice to see because Auto Play can get perfect score (all Cool) on all the songs you'd find in the O2Jam song pack. But it doesn't end there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQospPJsPII/AAAAAAAABpc/xaNnwAXmLgo/s1600/Untitledzepher1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQospPJsPII/AAAAAAAABpc/xaNnwAXmLgo/s320/Untitledzepher1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551298577640995970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More and more impossible steps are shown. Auto Play would start to have more Miss than Cool and to me, I start to feel that I don't wanna play this song at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQosNIcTW0I/AAAAAAAABpU/jNUCwP0PoKs/s1600/Untitledzepher2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQosNIcTW0I/AAAAAAAABpU/jNUCwP0PoKs/s320/Untitledzepher2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551298094803671874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is Auto Play failing? If you look closely at the notes, those long lines are not for hold, they are to be pressed or rather, punched all the way. It's like machine gun! You can't punch machine gun on your keyboard! Even if you can, your keyboard keys won't sustain the force!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQosMpmHToI/AAAAAAAABpM/WGhfN3OZZY0/s1600/Untitledzepher3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQosMpmHToI/AAAAAAAABpM/WGhfN3OZZY0/s320/Untitledzepher3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551298086523326082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQosMpX1NNI/AAAAAAAABpE/BtnonCMONXQ/s1600/Untitledzepher4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQosMpX1NNI/AAAAAAAABpE/BtnonCMONXQ/s320/Untitledzepher4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551298086463419602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQosL-b6D1I/AAAAAAAABo8/SnytEm6Wk0A/s1600/Untitledzepher5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQosL-b6D1I/AAAAAAAABo8/SnytEm6Wk0A/s320/Untitledzepher5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551298074937790290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQosLlzOhWI/AAAAAAAABo0/Vbldr6K6ghk/s1600/Untitledzepher6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQosLlzOhWI/AAAAAAAABo0/Vbldr6K6ghk/s320/Untitledzepher6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551298068324713826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventually you'll find this kind of madness. &lt;i&gt;Xepher [SHD]&lt;/i&gt; is beyond madness, it's like an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in an abyss in a black hole. It's impossible to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played it five times to see the results Auto Play will get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Round 1:- Cool: 5661, Good: 4357, Bad: 2551, Miss: 2,1111&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Round 2:- Cool: 5663, Good: 4360, Bad: 2588, Miss: 2,1069&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Round 3:- Cool: 5759, Good: 4438, Bad: 2348, Miss: 2,1138&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Round 4:- Cool: 5613, Good: 4352, Bad: 2447, Miss: 2,1265&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Round 5:- Cool: 5470, Good: 4416, Bad: 2442, Miss: 2,1349&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say nothing is impossible but this is. No human is able to get a score as close as Auto Play. Not even a world champion I bet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-1301835451207988341?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1301835451207988341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1301835451207988341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1301835451207988341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1301835451207988341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/12/400.html' title='400'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQospheo82I/AAAAAAAABps/2Prea3X0wss/s72-c/Untitledzephercover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-2163173314742713645</id><published>2010-12-13T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:20:05.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Little Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad opened the door,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a cool breeze floats in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sitting here all kinda bored and all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this Mac can't play games,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Restaurant City on Mac is fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sisters are on the desktop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;damn I wanna be on the desktop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MSN, Worms Reloaded, O2 Mania,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are all on the desktop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't do shit on this Mac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAC!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boring Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still I love you MacLappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-2163173314742713645?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/2163173314742713645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=2163173314742713645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2163173314742713645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2163173314742713645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-little-poem.html' title='Just A Little Poem'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-5858141172801316908</id><published>2010-12-12T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T05:57:19.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than A Litre Of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I just finished watching the JDrama, 1 Litre of Tears, a drama based on the novel of the same title. The story itself is a true story about Kitō Aya who suffered from spinocerebellar degeneration. An incurable disease that cruelly takes the daily life of an individual slowly. Aya suffered the disease from the age of 15 until her death at the age of 25. It's really touching. Everybody said that it's impossible to not cry when watching the drama and I support that statement. In all eleven episodes, I have at the least teared and the most cried for almost fifteen minutes straight. Watching a drama about a girl who's suffering an incurable disease struggling to cope, adapt and survive it was sad enough, what made it even more was that it is a true story about a real girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mpnb2s0J9J0/SHsyDqquMWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5bEB8jOnYQs/s320/aya.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why did the disease choose me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I cannot carry it, if it's just for the word 'fate'."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Kitō Aya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While I still have it, I want to put my feelings down here because unlike Aya, I don't write a diary, my blog posses as my diary, therefore I will type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching the whole drama, I have changed my view about life and the world. I don't want to see it as boring anymore. I want to go out even more. I want to learn more things. Go out and experience more things. Live life to it's fullest. I will do that. And I want to do it with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Friends are cool. I want to be with them forever."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Kitō Aya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my feelings have been amplified,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feelings like, 'I'd rather be a happy man with no money, than a rich man with no happiness.',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feelings like, 'I'd rather be healthy than to be smart.',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feelings like, 'I'm happy that I'm still alive.'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now feel that I want to live on no mater what but it also makes me feel selfish, but it's a good feeling. Someone said that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I don't care if I'm stupid, I just want a healthy body."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just being alive is such a lovely and wonderful thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Kitō Aya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I woke up this morning, I teared because as long as I'm awake, I will remember the tearful moments from the drama. The story of Aya is such a strong and influential medium. I want to treasure all the moments I have with my friends and family. Like someone had said, 'You never know when you will die, it could be tomorrow, it could be next week. Treasure what you have now.'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I will live 'alone' carrying this heavy package called handicap."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Kitō Aya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Some people may think I'm just being emotional but I understand how it feels like when you're in a handicapped situation. There are things you can't do, things you can't achieve. I was born different from normal children because of the deformity in my sternum. There was a time when I could not eat or drink anything cold because of this. Still, I lived a normal life. I guess I'm really lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Reality is too cruel, too brutal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't even have the right to dream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I think about the future, the tears will come out again."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Kitō Aya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I followed my dad around Shah Alam this morning and I was feeling under the weather, walking very slowly, carrying a depressed face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to a thought and I felt really happy that I am still walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might be thinking too much but I like it, I cannot imagine myself unable to walk, run or play sports, if I really can't do any of that, I would mentally break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot be as strong as Aya and smile everyday, encouraging herself that it's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's okay if you fall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can just get up again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why don't you look up at the sky, while you are down there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The blue sky spreads across above you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you see it smiling at you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are alive."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Kitō Aya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching 1 Litre of Tears really made me appreciate life more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had really gave me a lot of inspiration and courage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't ever wish that I was in the past again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will continue to fight on and live my life to it's fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I really don't want to say things such as 'I want to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;go back as how things were before'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I recognize how I am right now,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I will &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;continue to live on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore I definitely won't run away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's what I'll do. Definitely, always."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Kitō Aya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I have been thinking and I came to a conclusion that I want to help the disabled more than ever but I'm not doctor material nor I'm in medical school. What I can do for the future with what I'm learning is to promote awareness in everyone else through art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Today my sister was saying that she wants to quit scouts next year. It got me even more angry when she said that the only thing that makes her want to quit was that she had to take tests and memorize things. What's so hard about memorizing things? I know I don't have a good memory myself but why can't she do her best? I scolded her about not doing things right and that she will regret for the rest of her life but am I in the right place to tell her that? I, myself have not lived my life to the fullest. I can't go out when I want to because of transportation issues. Still, my sister's attitude for giving up cannot be overlooked. I want her to watch 1 Litre of Tears but what's the point? She won't be paying attention to the show anyway. She's such an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;People shouldn't dwell on the past.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's enough to try your best in all that you're doing now."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Kitō Aya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I'm starting to dislike the word 'goodbye'. Why say 'goodbye' when you know that you'll be seeing the person you're parting with again? Even if you won't be seeing this someone for a long time, saying 'see you' is a lot better because I feel that it gives the feeling that you will meet again. 'Goodbye' is like a eternal farewell. I don't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I'm proceeding to read the translations for the original novel, 1 Litre of Tears some nice people shared on the internet. The novel contains the contents of the diary Kitō Aya wrote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I write because writing is evidence that I am still alive."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Kitō Aya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mpnb2s0J9J0/SHsyDVWUDBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/j_X1jkZnBqM/s320/g25825_u23174_1_LITER_.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 272px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-5858141172801316908?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/5858141172801316908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=5858141172801316908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5858141172801316908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5858141172801316908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-than-litre-of-tears.html' title='More Than A Litre Of Tears'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mpnb2s0J9J0/SHsyDqquMWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5bEB8jOnYQs/s72-c/aya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-594950929698601168</id><published>2010-12-10T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:27:55.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know Why I Try So Hard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQMZuGwxv9I/AAAAAAAABok/DytSdffgFdI/s1600/Untitledqwop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQMZuGwxv9I/AAAAAAAABok/DytSdffgFdI/s320/Untitledqwop2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549307445730459602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...but yeah, I got a new score of 24.8 meters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-594950929698601168?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/594950929698601168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=594950929698601168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/594950929698601168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/594950929698601168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-know-why-i-try-so-hard.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know Why I Try So Hard...'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQMZuGwxv9I/AAAAAAAABok/DytSdffgFdI/s72-c/Untitledqwop2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-7117447702591018778</id><published>2010-12-09T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T07:48:00.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run, Human, Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What do you get when you cross flimsy limbs and a track team runner? QWOP.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the heck is QWOP? No, it's not Quick Water Our Plants or Quit Wasting Organic Poo nor Quinn's Wonderland Of Pantyhose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QWOP is this running stimulation game that uses the four keyboard keys, Q, W, O and P to make the avatar run by controlling the thighs and the calves. Simple isn't it? That's what you would think but hell no, it's hard. Personally I can't even make the avatar run like a normal human being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even so, I manage to get a score of 22.8m and the lowest being -2m. All the flailing and leg bending, ouch! Yeah. At times when the avatar falls, his legs bend in awkward positions, it's painful to look but funny at the same time. Imagine your leg spinning in a 360 degree turn upwards, like you don't have a knee and it bends upwards. Ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well if you're up for it here's the link: &lt;a href="http://foddy.net/Athletics.html"&gt;http://foddy.net/Athletics.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQD49vtpbmI/AAAAAAAABoc/0k9tkmnUSA8/s1600/Untitledqwop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQD49vtpbmI/AAAAAAAABoc/0k9tkmnUSA8/s320/Untitledqwop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548708480584085090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing real courage, you ran 0.8 meters. Everyone is a winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the hell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-7117447702591018778?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/7117447702591018778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=7117447702591018778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7117447702591018778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7117447702591018778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/12/running-is-hard.html' title='Run, Human, Run'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TQD49vtpbmI/AAAAAAAABoc/0k9tkmnUSA8/s72-c/Untitledqwop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1284037779169639844</id><published>2010-12-07T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:11:31.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds On Two Wheels</title><content type='html'>Today seven of nine Birds went to Botanical Gardens located at Putrajaya. Laura could not go because she was feeling under the weather and Nick had props to finish before Comic Fiesta arrives. In the morning, Wee and Ann Nee drove down to 1Utama to pick me up because I could not get a transport to Sunway Pyramid. Thanks guys for the hassle.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to Sunway Pyramid and met up with Chia, Mal, Wilson and Kai at McDonald's for breakfast, only Kai, Wee and I bought KFC for breakfast. Haha. After breakfast, we headed to Giant to buy food for our picnic. After that, we divided ourselves into two groups and one went to Wee's car and the other went to Kai's car. Mal, Wilson and I went to Kai's while Ann Nee and Chia went to Wee's. Then Kai lead the way to Botanic Gardens using Mal's map that she print screened, pasted together and transferred to her PSP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It did not take us long to get to Botanical Gardens (there was some where during the trip we lost Wee and we kinda panicked) and we were lucky to not get lost like we usually do when going out for our Bird activities. Well, Kai made a wrong turn when he misunderstood Wilson and we ended up in a tiny dead end just by the road. What kind of turning was that?! It was some tiny portion of road that was meant for cars to take a break or something? Well it was really funny. Anyway, we got there in one piece. Yay! I was so excited, I was actually gonna get to ride a tandem bike! A two seater bike! We went up to the office and paid for our rent and then we grabbed our bikes and took off into the horizon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, not the horizon but we were going uphill. Wee and I got onto the tandem first and we kinda struggled a bit in the beginning because it was kinda hard to synchronise our footwork. We got the hang if it soon and we begun pedaling uphill. At a stop, I got off and "hijacked" Kai's bike and so Kai got onto the tandem and cycled with Wee. We cycled until we got to the peak of the hill and we took a break. Everyone was kinda tired from cycling uphill. For me, I got kinda knee cramps because it has been years (or was it months..?) since I cycled on a bicycle. Well the view was spectacular and the wind was making everything better. We soon went down lower to this picnic spot and we had our lunch. I brought the instant noodles I bought the from the last night market outing with the Birds and hot water. Yay. This was the first time I ate the new Pringles flavor, soft shell crab. It was funny, I felt like I was eating soft shell crab but in chip form. I can't imagine the taste of that blueberry something flavor. Eww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, we continued to cycle down. Wilson and I were the first to reach the bottom but Wilson fell off his bike and he got a big graze on his elbow. Apparently the bicycle stand on his bike popped out and made his bike stop suddenly and thus he fell, thanks to laws of physics (thanks why I don't really like reality, it's all about physics).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took Wilson back to the place where we rented the bicycles and the nice guy who works with the bicycles gave us some first aid stuff to use. I helped Wilson wash his wound and then put on some dressing using the knowledge I learned from Triplex. I wasn't really good with first aid but I was kinda proud I manage to put what I learned to good use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson's injury did not stop the fun, we continued to head out to cycle more. Unfortunately people started falling too. Kai fell while bringing the tandem down a steep slope, luckily he wasn't injured and Mal also fell on the same slope. She was not hurt too but she tore the knee part of her jeans. Poor Mal. Well I got onto the tandem with Kai this time and we cycled around to look around pretty much the whole park. Sorta. We got to this place where you can go into the lake in the middle of the park. We hanged there for a moment and I skipped some stones. After that we cycled some more and then we put the bicycles back and left for Alamanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in Kai's car, Mal, Kai and Wilson planned Wee's surprise because today's his birthday. Earlier Wee was emoing because he felt that he was not as excited as he used on his birthday. Well, after we got to Alamanda, Mal, Kai and Chia left to buy Wee's cake using MPH bookstore as an excuse to leave. I helped Wilson buy some first aid stuff to replace the one I did for him at Watson. After that, the both of us followed Wee and Ann Nee to decide where to eat. We finally came to the food court as a decision and we "feasted" there. After finishing our food, we chatted a while and as Wee dozed off while sitting, we took out the cake (two slices, we were low on budget) and we sang the birthday song, surprising Wee. He was happy but too tired to show his excitement on full scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, he headed to MPH bookstore (for real) and checked out some books. I found this biography about Google. My God, what is the world becoming to. Well, Ann Nee was reading this Ripley's Believe It Or Not book and I learned that there was this guy who has a flat head because the top of his skull came off after he healed from getting a lightning strike. Eww. There was a picture too. Then there were these bunch of animals that had pairs of stuff like a cat with two faces, an elephant with two trunks, a goat with two heads, a bird with two heads, the list goes on. After that, we all headed home. I fell asleep in Kai's car and woke up later after he dropped Mal at her home, he proceeded to drop Wilson and me at Sunway Pyramid. After that my dad picked me up and I got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first time I got really tired from an activity with the birds. Ann Nee said something about these lying down bicycles. I think it's the recumbent bicycles. Gosh! I wanna try those out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-1284037779169639844?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1284037779169639844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1284037779169639844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1284037779169639844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1284037779169639844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/12/birds-on-two-wheels.html' title='Birds On Two Wheels'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-5472749387002011877</id><published>2010-12-04T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T08:40:11.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;bored right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;kinda sleepy now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a G6, like a G6, na na na na... I'm feeling now so I fly like a cheesecake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a short kid who sometimes wears shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wlasys havign tpoys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so bimbo when I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so bitchy when I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so girly when I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'Oh my God.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a leprechaun on crack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;some kind of retard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thinking of what to type here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;stoning because I rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gordon Remsy when I'm in the kitchen at home. Just without the cursing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hard to predict. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so forgetful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;err... What did I want to type here again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a bird~ I only fly away~ I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;listening to oldie songs now. Sigh.. The good old times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;whatever~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;rubber and you're like glue. So who's the idiot now, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so missing my highschool friends even though we just had basketball together today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so missing friends I know. I wanna see them again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so missing my college friends. I can't wait to return to class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so missing the Birds. When is our next outing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so wanna ride the two rider bicycle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so, so, so, so, so what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so randomly lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so random. Eh? I said that already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so forgetful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;something from outer space. Not really...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you, only different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sick of my Internet disconnecting. Gah! There it goes again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;happy that it got back on. Geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a somebody with a nobody attitude. Oh, so &lt;i&gt;perasan&lt;/i&gt;~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;funny? A lot of people tell me that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a ninja. I make almost no sound when I walk. Or does that mean I'm sneaky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tired. Gah... Never will I go shopping with my mom again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so forgetful. Eh? Déjà vu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a bottomless pit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a black hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a garbage truck for extra food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a glutton. No, I'm &lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt; glutton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a rhinestone cowboy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;losing ideas on what to type here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;in dire need of inspiration now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a stand fan. ...Nope not working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a rag on the floor. ...Err... Scratch that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so forgetful. Eh? Déjà vu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;looking forward to Comic Fiesta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hmm... What am I like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't care anymore! Let's just post this! Yargh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-5472749387002011877?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/5472749387002011877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=5472749387002011877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5472749387002011877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5472749387002011877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-like.html' title='I&apos;m Like...'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-9153546800480114160</id><published>2010-12-03T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:50:11.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 1:50AM</title><content type='html'>Sleep is like... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-9153546800480114160?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/9153546800480114160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=9153546800480114160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/9153546800480114160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/9153546800480114160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-150am.html' title='It&apos;s 1:50AM'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-2190780314345442809</id><published>2010-12-03T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T04:32:36.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Stained, That's Just How He Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have finally found my next cosplay target: &lt;a href="http://medakabox.wikia.com/wiki/Misogi_Kumagawa"&gt;Kumagawa Misogi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://medakabox.wikia.com/wiki/Misogi_Kumagawa"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again it's a character who has stained his hands with blood. So far I've only cosplayed three different characters, &lt;a href="http://whentheycry.wikia.com/wiki/Maebara_Keiichi"&gt;Maebara Keiichi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.absoluteanime.com/katekyo_hitman_reborn/tsuna.jpg"&gt;Sawada Tsunayoshi&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ANju97txQ/S9kV09-JkJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s_ZcbcID99g/s1600/Tomodachi+Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;Tomodachi&lt;/a&gt;. Well, I can't say Tsuna has killed anyone but he did get lots of cuts and blood loss. Tomodachi did not kill anyone with his bare hands but he did kill using different methods. Keiichi is the only one to have killed someone with his bare hands, with a baseball bat that is. Now for Misogi, he did kill people but he brought them back to life. Is it still killing? Yeah, and not to forget he kill people using giant screws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, what do I need for Misogi? I don't think I need a wig unless my hair is too short. I would need that black Japanese highschool uniform. And I need to make giant screws. Yeah. Pretty much it. Simple. Misogi is my plan for next year so I should be able to get everything by then. Ha. That's about it I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101108030030/medakabox/images/c/c0/Misogi_Kumagawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 461px; height: 612px;" src="http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20101108030030/medakabox/images/c/c0/Misogi_Kumagawa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[I am not evil.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-2190780314345442809?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/2190780314345442809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-6186831390422963096</id><published>2010-11-30T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:13:48.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December, December, Descender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today marks the countdown to a new year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a new year to be filled with more memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a new year to make more friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a new year to learn more things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For some reason I feel kinda depressed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel as if there's not enough time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as if the world is coming to an end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like I'm getting older and losing the vigor of youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bullshit, I'm only 18 and next year I would be 19,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but that's sadly making me feel old,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feel like I'm incapable of doing the things I use to do when I was younger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;missing out the fun and joy I had when I was younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things are gonna change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things will become different,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I myself have made a big change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a change in personality, a change in the view of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The more I feel like I want to be with my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the more I want to go out and enjoy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go to different places,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;malls, forests, places I'd love to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's in line for me in December,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comic Fiesta, Christmas parties, new years eve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;over nights, hang outs, sport outings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want more, I want to have more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;floating in worries,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;floating in melancholy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wanting to escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I also can't wait for the new year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to see all the friends I know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to see their smiles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see their happy faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess it's just one of those moments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I lose myself for a moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and reminisce,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remembering the good times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and wishing for them to last forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to give my selfish self,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a happiness that will last,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a happiness that will be shared,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a happiness that everyone can have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a happiness that everyone can enjoy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a happiness that everyone will remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-6186831390422963096?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-4662888415878566351</id><published>2010-11-29T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:11:40.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFTRSHOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;24th November 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sunny (Morning), Cloudy (Day), Rainy (Night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today morning I arrived at SMK Tropicana at around 7.20, just in time to learn what's happening and stuff. The juniors were gathering their stuff into their patrols and the S.L.A.V.E.S. were moving things into the lorry that will take all the tables and stuff up to Commonwealth Park. I got to put my bags in Amanda's car so I did not have to worry about it after that. I then helped out with whatever I got to help out with, pretty much nothing. Haha. Some of the scouters have already moved out with the S.L.A.V.E.S. in charge of setting up the place before the participants arrive at Commonwealth Park. After the buses arrive, Benjamin, Li May, Wai Sin, Chee Meng and I helped organize the scouts to put their stuff into the buses. Ben, Chee Meng and I then each rode in one of the three buses to go up to the campsite. When we got there, Ben, Chee Meng and I taped the general camp info on the usual whiteboard. Later, Chee Ming and I did the points system for the patrols; we stopped half way for lunch and after lunch, Chee Ming went out to buy stuff for dinner with Amanda and so Chee Meng helped me out. Time crawled because there was nothing much for the scouters to do. Chee Meng and I did rounds a few times and looked around for things to help out with. Later after the Dark Portal was completed by the S.L.A.V.E.S., Mr. Colin got all the scouts to fall in and we got ready for the opening ceremony. After the opening ceremony, we had photo sessions with the Dark Portal. Some how, the kerosene era of lighting has been somewhat replaced by this rock thingys I forgot what they're called but it's awesome but also smelly and hard to use. Kerosene lamps were replaced with this rock powered lamp thingys that work with the logic of chemistry which I obviously fail at. A bunch of rocks plus water plus fire equal lamp. Cooooool… Unfortunately it's hard to use because some of these lamp thingys can't work because it's chemistry and chemistry is a bitch, too much water, no fire, too little rock thingys, no fire. Ben, Chee Meng and I struggled for some time to get this one lamp to work but no avail. Whatever. Hahaha. After the rock-lamp thingy, I helped Amanda taste and evaluate the scouts' dinner and after that, our dinner, yay~ Nasi goreng pataya. Too bad the S.L.A.V.E.S. did not go a good job with the dinner, the juniors did better. Hahaha. After dinner, we arrange the tables and got ready for the Ice Breaking Ceremony. Yay~ It was awesome, only the activities the scouts played was kinda boring. Mr. Colin's Triplex: Aftershock opening video was awesome. Yay~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;25th November 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rainy (Minutes after 12am), Cloudy (Morning), Heavy rain (Day), Rainy (Night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So now it's 12:47a.m. and we are awake and I'm here writing this in Textedit because there is obviously no Internet connection in a forest. Hahaha. Oh yeah, I want to talk about Commonwealth Park. It's only been a year since I late came to Commonwealth Park and there are quite a lot of changes here. The building that used to be a broken down toilet is now a massive dormitory, the old torn surau is now fresh looking and there is this swimming pool next to the river. Why is there a swimming pool next to the river? Can't you just play in the river? So weird… The Indian temple next to the campsite also has a fresh coat of paint. Yay. It is still raining and it's really cold, my mucus have started to flow. Ahh… Mr. Colin just finish giving us our scouter's briefing for today's agenda. Yay. Now we are free to bath, sleep, eat, whatever. I'm gonna sleep, that's for sure. Later I'll be going to the waterfall. Yay~! But the water current must be really strong. Oh no. Just from this few sentences I'm pretty sure you don't know that I'm tired. Haha. I think I'll bath later before I sleep. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh my God! Stomachache! For the first time in my life at a camp! Ahhh!! I've been practically been farting since I woke up. I farted so much I bet I could convert the gas energy into making a penny farting. Oh my God. Anyway, I was the last scouter to wake up but no fear, it doesn't mean I was late. Haha. I had three hours to prepare before performing morning inspection with Ben and Aaron on the Starcraftians. After morning inspection, Ben, Aaron and I went to the Warcraft camp area and look-look see-see Chee Meng, Ken, Wei Liam and JC doing their part of the morning inspection. The Airplex was already in progress, yay~ In the afternoon, Wei Liam, Yee Ying and I went to lead the Starcraftians up to Templer's Park waterfall. Yay! This would be my second time going up there to enjoy the waterfalls. Along the trip were representative S.L.A.V.E.S., Phui Yee and Ivan. Awesome. Because we are scouters, Wei Liam, Yee Ying and I got into cars and went ahead while the camp participants had to hike to the park. They were fast so they got there in time, according to plan. We got up to the falls and then climbed up against the current according to the activity but after passing the easy stage, it started to rain and the current got stronger. We had no choice but to get out and return. Along the whole way, a lot of the scouts got bitten by leeches, well, as usual, I did not get bitten, neither did Wei Liam and Yee Ying. But why?! I was wearing slippers! I had a bigger chance of getting bitten! So weird! Moving on, during the activity, Bernice, nicknamed Princess, because she had a deep bamboo cut on her thumb, making injury serious, getting a chance to take rests and always attended by Aaron, tripped in the pool and hurt her ankle, so she got to ride in the car with us. So the other scouts had to hike back, unfortunately, after the participants headed out to hike back to Commonwealth Park, it rained heavily. Wei Liam did a U-turn and told them to take shelter at the Shell petrol station that was ahead them. We then headed back to camp. At camp, lunch was waiting for the three of us, chicken with mash potatoes. It was awesome! Something not camp food-like. It was raining very heavily so all activities were stopped, the participants can continue to build their gadgets and stuff but the games and all had to stop. It rained for hours. In the evening, the rain finally stopped and the "stranded" Starcraftians got back to camp. Yay! Just in time to make dinner, mee hun kui! I went around to check on the juniors and help with tips and stuff. When I got back, dinner for the scouters was served, Li May made an awesome spaghetti olio for us! It was amazing! All of us ate together. Later, Mr. Colin requested me to help out with the carbide lamps. Yeah, the rock-lamp thingy is called carbide lamps. Yay. Intelligence increase by one. Well, this time a lot of the lamps could not work. Fook Hoy, Chon Giap, Chee Ming, Wai Sin, Roxanne and Dawson came and Fook Hoy helped us out because he knows how to work the carbide lamps. Fook Hoy explained to us that most of the carbide lamps were clogged and had to be cleaned out. Sad. So as Fook Hoy tried solutions, I went to have dinner part two! The S.L.A.V.E.S. cooked too much mee hun kui and could not finish all so I ate about three plates to help out. Yay! Right after that was Triplex Got Talent. The concept was similar to America's Got Talent mixed with Malam Kebudayaan. There were good dances and bad dances, one patrol even got scolded for going over board with inappropriate content. TGT ended with a movie-like trailer for a video made by some of the participants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;26th November 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cloudy (Morning), Sunny (Day), Rainy (Night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, it's 3.22a.m. now, not too long ago I confirmed that I had stomachache and was writing this. I think you should by now realize that this is written in a diary-like format but whatever. After TGT, Mr. Colin gave us scouters a brief for today's agenda after the Warcraft patrol leaders' meeting. Now everyone is going to sleep. Because of the heavy rain, the juniors and sleeping in the scouter's sleeping area. Luckily it's bigger compared to the last time I was here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yeah! Finally! After seven years of scouting, five years of camping and three years of going into leech prone zones, I finally got bitten by leeches! Yay! I was learning the route deep into Commonwealth Park with Chee Meng for the K.K.B. when I got bitten by one. I was so excited! It was my first time! Of course, the thing to do was to pull it out. The first one did not suck any blood, so did the second. Later on, during K.K.B., one of the juniors saw a leech bite mark on my calf. Whoa. Third one, without me knowing it. Some time later, I felt something cold and slippery in my pants. Whoa! A fourth one! This time it bite me on my thigh but somehow it fell off. I took off my pants and threw it away. JC said that I have good blood because the wound clotted fast adding on that leeches produce some kind of acid that prevents blood clotting the normal way. Later at night not too long ago, I was bathing and I found another leech bite mark, higher up, near my family jewels and this time it was not funny nor exciting, it was worrisome. I remember Christian B.P. was bitten on his dong by a leech. Damn. Well moving on, In the morning, I did not many stuff to do so all I did was hang around the Demon's Temple. Oh yeah, my stomachache lead me to shitting five times in the morning itself. Bad. Well, I got better after I got my first leech bite. I did the K.K.B. in the afternoon until evening and then I helped out in the kitchen with the S.L.A.V.E.S.. It was fun! It's been some time since I did some real scout stuff I did back when I was still a senior. Ah, the good old days. Well, dinner was out the roof! We had spaghetti carbonara! It was awesome! Like damn awesome! Ah. Time kinda flew… I can't really remember what happened here but yeah, Mr. Colin asked me to help out for Night Base Station activity for the Warcrafts. I was to tell them about wild animals in the forrest, why they attack you and how to save yourself. I learned a thing or two in this. Haha. One of the reasons why elephants attack people is because they are on heat. Haha! Mr. Colin gave me a book to refer to and in the book were descriptions on how to tell if an elephant is on heat. Hahaha. I also learned that to defend yourself from wild boar is to wave your arms and cheer (make noise). Oh yeah, wild buffalos sometimes attack people for no reason. What?! Hahaha! Well it was fun. After that I took my bath and found the fifth leech bite. Haha. Five leech bites in one day, all in the same day I first get bitten by a leech. Awesome shits, huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;27th November 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cloudy (Morning), Sunny (Day), Rainy (Evening), Humid (Night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I woke up from the voices of the other scouters. I was kinda blur but I still was aware of my surroundings. I immediately went to brush my teeth and had breakfast, pancakes. Yummy. The S.L.A.V.E.S. did a good job on making the pancakes. After breakfast, we got ready for morning inspection. I was paired with Kaili to check the cleanliness of the Warcrafts. After morning inspection, we all headed out to do Airplex. We let the juniors who had not gone on Airplex and then each of us had our fun riding on Airplex. I was the last because I did not really want to get on Airplex because of my acrophobia but I did it anyway, three years and I still get the shivers riding Airplex, still, it was an excellently awesome experience. After Airplex, we went back to the Demonic Temple and we had our lunch, burgers! Chicken and beef. I only had beef because not everyone can eat beef and the chicken was out fast. The best part is that I had five huge beef burgers. Nom nom nom. After burgers, we conducted Triplex Quest. I was teamed with Edwyn, aided by S.L.A.V.E.S., Joey and Cassandra. We did the Orb of Lightning, a game of accuracy. The darts game was the same as the one I wad back in Triplex 2008: Inferno, blowing darts at pictures drawn on starofoam. The funny thing is, I was in S.L.A.V.E.S. that time and I was to assist Edwyn that time for the same game. Haha. Such coincidence. Well, I later learned that the participants were actually fighting against time to try and complete the whole Triplex Quest in a time limit. After Triplex Quest, I helped out in the kitchen again to cook. Well, I accidentally screwed up one of the pots of soup, I added too much salt, really, really, too, much salt and it was ruined. I was devastated and tried to fix it, almost made myself miss dinner, steamed chicken with rice and soup. Dawson came and stopped me and told me to eat dinner because Triplex Got Talents Season Two was going to start. Well, I had a bitter dinner but oh well, how many times already have I disappointed others and myself. TGT was a cheer up for me there were good dances and stuff that made my night. Haha. The S.L.A.V.E.S. were great! Their S.L.A.V.E.S. dance was off the roof! There were two Korean dances, this crazy dance from Step Up 3D, the part where there's this guy who moves only his body and his head stays in place, breakdance moves and others. It was spectacular. It was simply amazing that the simple Power Rangers dance the S.L.A.V.E.S. back in Triplex 2007: Blizzard and in Triplex 2008: Inferno has been changed into a complicated modern cool dance in Triplex 2009: Vortex and now, Triplex 2010: Aftershock. It was really, really, great. You can say I was blown off my seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;28th November 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cloudy (Morning), Sunny-Rainy (Day), Rainy (Night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Benjamin woke me up together with Wai Sin, Chee Meng and others for morning inspection.We did a pretty strict inspection that morning because it's the second last morning inspection. After morning inspection, some of us went for K.K.B. again but this time, instead of hiking into the forrest, we had no choice but to do it near the Illidari campsite because of insufficient time. Well, it was going fine until it rained, everyone was wet and the juniors had no choice but to change from backwoods to modern cooking. Yeah. After we were done, we rest at the Demonic Temple and soon after that, Wei Liam, Benjamin, Wai Sin, Chee Meng and a few other of us went out to the Commonwealth Park entrance to usher the parents in for Triplex Night. We did the ushering until 7.45p.m. seconds after Triplex Night starts. Yeah. Triplex Night was intense! The S.L.A.V.E.S. dance still blows my mind. After Triplex Night, I was so tired I fell asleep for about two hours in uniform. Oh yeah, this day's the first time I've seen Gordon Koh in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;29th November 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sunny (Morning), Sunny (Day), Rainy (Evening)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We had scouter briefing at around 2.30a.m. and after that, I'm here typing away on my laptop using this energy I have no idea where I got from. I had some biscuits and milo and just now I finished my song compilation for Comic Fiesta. I just realized that Bobby is my distant cousin, how fail is that? I'm so ashamed that I did not recognize him and he recognized me. After taking a better look at his face, yeah, I remember him now, haha, so fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I did not want to sleep but I slept anyway, so I woke up pretty early. Today there's only Mr. Colin, Amanda, Wei Liam, Benjamin, Ken, Chee Meng, Jarrel, Arron and me left. Mr. Colin left to do morning inspection. Well we packed our bags and stuff and then immediately, packing up the whole camp was in procession. We went around to monitor the Warcrafts to pack up their bags, clean their campsite, throw away their rubbish and stuff. The S.L.A.V.E.S. on the other hand we're busy cleaning up the Demonic Temple and the bunker and got ready things to be put on the lorry that will come to take the camp stuff back to SMK Tropicana. I did some rounds and then took a break with the other scouters and at the same time listen to the survey Mr. Colin was giving the juniors to vote for the best scout, best patrol leader, best assistant patrol leader, best quartermaster, et cetera as the S.L.A.V.E.S. together with the Starcrafts work together to put up all the things to bring back on the lorry that arrived earlier. Soon enough, we had almost all the things out. When all the patrols went out to the parking lot outside Commonwealth Park to get ready to get into the buses to go back to SMK Tropicana, I learned that Wai Lynn is Yu Kane's younger sister. Well, to wrap things up, I learned that there are a lot of the younger siblings of well known scouts who were at Triplex, Wai Lynn one, Amos, younger brother of Abel, Jesselyn, younger sister of Justin, Nick, younger brother of Neal, Steve younger brother of Joycelyn and many others. It was just wow. Anyway, I took a bus back down together with the juniors. Oh yeah, I also learned that Wai Lynn knows Mae Yen. Haha. It's such a small world after all. Well, we got back to SMK Tropicana and we did the closing ceremony. Well. That's the end for Triplex 2010: Aftershock. Next year Triplex will be completely different as the Blizzard theme (Warcraft, Starcraft) will be changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's good to home again but deep down I still have this feeling of wanting to still be at Commonwealth Park, the same feeling I had back in 2007 and 2008. The sentimental feeling of missing the times being at camp with different people. Well, at Triplex this year, I meet new friends, reunite with old buddies, learn new things. I learn new faces of others, learn new catchphrases from others, find new potential scouts and also learn my own mistakes. There's always this thing about Triplex that makes me more sentimental compared to other camps I've been to and that's probably because of the number of troops this camp brings together, the number of participants this camp has and the number of days this camp lasts. Even though I was not a participant in Triplex, it was still a fun and trilling ride as a voluntary scouter for the camp of the year that rocks, Triplex, beyond excellence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Triplex Dictionary for Dummies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Triplex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; An anual skills camp held every year for scouts from troops within Petaling Utama. This year the troops are 37, 147, 152 and 157.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Warcraft&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt; Form1 and Form2 scouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Starcraft:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Form3 scouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;S.L.A.V.E.S. (Super Lame And Very Efficient Seniors):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Form4 scouts, involved with the activities for the juniors in a way that they are the ones who build the commando courses, Dark Portal, etc., serve the Demons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Demons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Scouters; adult scouts from Rover H who help to run the camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Azeroth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Commonwealth Forrest Park campsite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Demonic Temple:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; The big pavilion in Commonwealth Forest Park for the Demons and S.L.A.V.E.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;K.K.B. (Kayu-Kayu Belakang):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; a play on words on 'backwoods', participants are to carry their cooking stuff into the depths of the forrest to do backwoods without modern equipment (excluding the provided things; e.g.: pots, matches)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dark Portal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; The huge awesome Triplex banner structure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Triplex Quest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Commando Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Airplex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Flying fox made from scratch (bamboo, flysheets and man power)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-4662888415878566351?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/4662888415878566351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=4662888415878566351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4662888415878566351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4662888415878566351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/11/aftrshok.html' title='AFTRSHOK'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-6699654689577368086</id><published>2010-11-23T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T08:57:24.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten, Painting, Toilet Bowls and Shooting Games.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shit: 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thursday, 18th November&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chia, Mal, Laura and I met up at Starbucks at Sunway Pyramid at around 9.30 in the morning. With Kai, Wilson, Wee and Ann Nee, we agreed to help out Chia's aunt, Debbie, do some drawing and painting work for her new kindergarten at Puchong. We all soon gathered at The One Academy's Galley and admired some of our seniors work before departing to Chrisdale kindergarten. The boys sat in Kai's car while the girls and Chia hopped into Debbie's car. We got there and after Debbie's briefing, we worked on drawing simple stuff for kids in the instructed classroom. We drew stuff like vehicles, candy, musical instruments, those stuff you'd find in places for little children, humanoid insects, bla bla bla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside, we were instructed to draw this bunch of kids based on some small scale drawings done before hand by Debbie. What we kinda did was play around before Debbie returned from buy us lunch because the scale Debbie gave us to draw the kids was too small and Chia said that it was better to wait for Debbie to look at it instead of deciding it ourselves. And so Laura, Wee and Ann Nee ran off to a nearby park to play at the swings. Chia, Kai, Wilson, Mal and me waited at the kindergarten instead. The kindergarten looks pretty good. There's a swimming pool there! We hopped around the little playground thing in the kindergarten and talked bird (the actual word is 'talk bull' but we 'talk bird' as we are called The Birds).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Debbie got back, we got to work. The girls worked inside the kindergarten while we boys worked on the kids. After finishing the drawing, we went back in and we all had lunch together, char siew chicken rice. After lunch, we got back to work. Wee joined the girls and painted the stuff inside while the rest of us boys worked on the outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few hours later, we have some retarded looking kids. Even some fail looking kids. It was so hilarious! At one point, Chia did a mistake drawing one of the kids so he decided to erase the mouth but it got worse and there was this huge black hole for her mouth. It looked like something from Exorcist. Kai and I laughed so hard, I had tears rolling. Later on, we painted on the skin colors and one of the kids looked retarded, as if she was suffering from down syndrome or something. Mal came down to check out our progress and laughed at the poor retarded painting. Of course, all of us boys were laughing too. Later on, there was a perverted looking girl. Ha, now I only realise that all the problematic paintings were girls, why was that? We're not sexist and that's for sure but still... makes me wonder why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The painting and all took us longer than we thought. We could not finish the job at the planned time, 6.30p.m. and it the sky started to get gloomy. After discussing with Debbie, we decided to return on Monday to continue. So we then took off and headed to Sunway Pyramid for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mal suggested T-Bowl and that was where we had our dinner. I was so excited! Ever since Ann Nee told me that T-Bowl was open, I was eager to go there. What is T-Bowl you ask? T.Bowl is a toilet concept restaurant. I remember seeing the restaurant once when watching Ho Chiak! on TV and since then I wanted to go there simply because of their shit-shaped ice-cream. Now, here at T-Bowl, I learn that T-Bowl is more than shit-shaped ice-cream, the food are awesomely mouth watering! I did not know what to eat! Everything looked so good! I just had to sink my teeth in everything! I later then decided on this tomyam seafood ramen. The food was &lt;b&gt;freaking awesome&lt;/b&gt;, in bold! I had an ice-cream desert; Yes! I have finally fulfilled my dream of eating the shit-shaped ice-cream, with my awesome college buds too! After the dinner, we all said our good-byes and the five boys marched together towards the outdoor parking lot outside Sunway Hotel. We are staying over at Wilson's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Wilson's house, the first thing we did was pick up his comic books and read. Hahaha! Wilson's room is filled with Marvel and DC comic books and we were attracted to read some. We took turns to bath and after everyone was done, we went down and started to play games. We first played Splinter Cell, Wilson and Wee played first and then Kai and I played next. What was awesome was that Kai did not play it the Splinter Cell way, to be stealth, he played it Call of Duty way, blowing enemies up with a shotgun, running head first into rooms without tactics and laughing hysterically. It was pure awesome. If Laura and Mal were there, they would have seen the crazy side of Kai. Haha. So Kai and I made a great team, I would take out the lights and Kai would take out most of the enemies and the both of us would heal each other when one gets hit. Strangely I would be the one who gets shot most of the time, probably it's because I'm still not used to playing shooter games but seriously, I'm starting to enjoy them. And so we played Splinter Slaughter until 4.30a.m. and then the lights were out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shit: 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monday, 22nd November&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was late. I was half and hour late but Chia said it was okay and Kai was later than me. We gathered at the TOA gallery again and as soon as Kai arrived, we hoped into his car. Wee went to China for a holiday so this time, there was Chia, Kai, Wilson, Laura, Mal, Ann Nee and Ann Nee's brother, Shen, I could not catch his name properly so I call his Handsome because that was what Wilson and I first heard when he introduced himself. Kai did not come in his Vios, instead he came in a BMW. We were pretty surprised. So Debbie's car got into an accident so she could not pick us up to the kindergarten because it was in the middle of service. All eight of us manage to squeeze nicely in the car, this time no one had to sit on the floor of the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We manage to get to Chrisdale in one piece. As soon as we got there, we got to work almost immediately. It was the same. The girls worked on the inside and the boys outside. After finishing the out most side of the kindergarten, I moved in to the wall next to the door and there was Chia and Mal, and Laura who just came out in time to hear Kai and I talking about fish as we walked towards them. Laura said something about the difference between the topics girls and guys talk about and went back in, Chia and Kai followed and Mal and I was left. I decided to help her finish up whatever was left. We worked in silence because the both of us were not good in starting conversations. I sorta started one but it died out fast and there was the awkward silence. Haha. While painting I think about this problem of mine, not good at starting conversations, especially with girls. Haha. I'm well aware that I still have that anti-social part of me that occasionally surfaces and it just reminds me of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we were done, we went in and helped out Chia and Kai on a huge tree in one of the classrooms. What we did was dab this sponge of green for the leaves. It was fun. Haha. After that, we went back into the classroom where we drew the vehicles and stuff and worked in there. Laura, Ann Nee, Wilson and Handsome had already painted some of the drawings already. Without wasting time, we got to work. Laura and Wilson childishly played with paint by painting each other's arms and legs, even though Laura kept telling us that she's not a little girl anymore she behaved like one. Haha. Like Kai said, that is one of Laura's X factors. I agree with Kai as I think Laura's attitude like that makes her cute. Hours passed and we finished at 7.15p.m., again pass the time we thought we would finish. After washing the brushes and changing clothes, we all hopped into three cars, Debbie, Debbie's friend and Kai, and took off for Sunway Pyramid, once again the dinner location is T-Bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Debbie's friend's car with Wilson and for the first time in many years, I spoke a whole conversation for more than ten minutes in Chinese. When we got there, Kai and the girls were not where to be seen, only Debbie, her friend, Chia, Wilson and I were there. Apparently Kai lost sight of the car I was in and he got lost. After talking to the Laura, Debbie manage to get them back on track. This time I had mango sago dessert and this lamb chop. It was awesome! Haha. Again Mal could not finish her meal and I finished it for her so I got to taste the cheese baked rice. It was awesome! Well, thanks Mal. I also want to thank Debbie for this awesome experience and of course the lunch and dinners!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the dinner, everyone went home and once again, the boys made their way to the outdoor car park next to Sunway Hotel. We are once again staying over at Wilson's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again we read the comics in Wilson's room before going down to play Splinter Cell. Kai was not as crazy as before because the level was kinda harder. He was laughing in the beginning but then it stopped at some point. After Splinter Cell, Wilson and Kai played Black Ops in zombie mode and then they switched to the story mode after they failed twice when the flaming zombie dogs came. Wilson was did not even play for a minute and he fell asleep, we did not notice it until the character was spinning in circles. We then headed to hit the sack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up the next morning at 11.59, surprisingly at the same time. I woke up earlier actually but I was still feeling sleep so I dozed off again. Well, after we woke up, we got up, brushed our teeth and stuff. Chia got back to reading the comic books while Kai and I got on our laptops and surfed the net. We stayed like this until 1p.m. and then we only had our 'breakfast'. After 'breakfast', we got on the xBox again. Wilson and I played Gears of War but half way through there was a problem so we switched to Left4Dead 2. It was awesome! I sucked though because I still suck at shooter games, I kept shooting my own teammates. I played with Kai and I kept accidentally shooting Kai. Anyway, it started to rain and thunder stroke, loud. Wilson switched off the xBox and we lazed around and talked bird before heading back to Wilson's room and continued to read comics. We left around 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what a day. Tomorrow I'll be away until next Tuesday. The Birds are planning an outing again for this Thursday, too bad I can't go. Too bad I'll miss the awesome soya milk! Argh! But oh well, like Mal says, such is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-6699654689577368086?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/6699654689577368086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=6699654689577368086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6699654689577368086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6699654689577368086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/11/kindergarten-painting-toilet-bowls-and.html' title='Kindergarten, Painting, Toilet Bowls and Shooting Games.'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-5318956980752683957</id><published>2010-11-21T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T09:09:57.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Can Eat!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after Triplex Training, I went to 1Utama to meet up with my family and we had dinner at Robot Sushi because we got some coupons a few days ago. It was awesome!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we can only use two coupons per receipt (and we had a lot of these coupons), my sisters separated from my parents and I and had their own table. At the same time, Robot Sushi was having this All You Can Eat Buffet promotion and I was totally up for it and so I had the buffet while my parents ordered the a la carte menu items to use the coupon because the buffet was not entitled for it. I did not really have a lot of food but I guess it was okay, two meals and a bunch of appetizers and also sashimi. Hmm... Okay I guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off I had a plate of gyoza, and then I had tempura prawns and vegetables, and then I also had this modern-type sushi called Rock 'N' Roll, it was a grilled beef wrapped cheese and mushroom kind of sushi. For my meals, I ordered this tempura and beef bento set meal and also a wagyu burger. I wanted to get some noodles but my mom told me to get other stuff. I got some salmon sashimi. I wanted to order some more stuff but I accidentally filled myself up by finishing my drink. Darn. I got full and could not eat any more, or I would end up walking weird again due to a bloated stomach. I still have two more coupons and I'm thinking of going again, maybe alone this time, the food there is not cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-5318956980752683957?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/5318956980752683957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=5318956980752683957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5318956980752683957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5318956980752683957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-i-can-eat.html' title='All I Can Eat!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-5859475200317358206</id><published>2010-11-21T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T08:57:12.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORGANic</title><content type='html'>Every third Sunday of every month is Setia Eco Park's monthly fair. People will go to buy stuff and bla bla bla, the usual stuff at a fair. Last month my mom registered for a booth as to sell organic vegetables, with help from my dad's friend. I don't know why my mom wanted to do so but hey, it's something to learn eh? So today my mom dragged my sisters and I to Setia Eco Park for us to help her out. Why dragged? Because I was having my beauty sleep! I was so sleepy I slept at the tables during the fair.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, at the fair, our supplier came in her van and passed us the organic vegetables, there were many green leafy vegetables, mushrooms, bean curd, gourds and also some interesting stuff like coral seaweed and sea salt. From 10a.m., we were there selling these organic vegetables until 5p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a vendor means you will meet all kinds of people. Yeah, some were organic eaters for years, some were new to organic food, some were eager to buy but do have space in their fridge to store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point of the day, my dad was attending to a customer, he was explaining about the organic vegetable farms my dad's friend was running and stuff about the organic foods. The customer then said to my dad, "Are those your kids? You have good looking children.", and my dad, as usual, not listening to others, stuck in his own words floating in his head, said, "Yeah, we are distributors.". My sister and I laughed at that. That's my dad for you, once his mouth opens to let the river of words flow, words from the outside gets drowned out from his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the fair, we did not manage to sell off all the organic vegetables, my mom said it's expected as the suppliers said that since it's the school holidays, people would normally go away for a holiday or go back to their hometowns so there won't be that many people at the fair and so we did not profit. Haha. At least we got to try out the organic vegetables after we got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The organic bean curd (tofu) can be eaten straight from the packaging, cold and all. It was my first time eating so and it was pretty filling. Then we had these huge organic oyster mushrooms, some were bigger than my palm and they were crunchy. Of course I cooked them before eating. We also had some organic wholemeal bread. They were small but heavy, which my mom said that they &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; are wholemeal and seriously, a single slice was filling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next fair would be next month, a week before Christmas. Well I don't really look forward to it as the experience I had today was crazy. The weather was hot and I was super sleepy. I sweated while sleeping and I was really thirsty. Oh well, no helping it as my mom would 100% pull me out of bed to help her out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I feel like eating thick beef burgers and bubble tea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-5859475200317358206?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/5859475200317358206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=5859475200317358206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5859475200317358206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5859475200317358206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/11/organic.html' title='ORGANic'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-9105325301908849780</id><published>2010-11-16T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T06:11:54.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Clowns In A Cartoon</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day for semester three and now it's my semester break! Whoo-hoo! After class, Kai, Chia, Wilson, Wee, Mal, Laura, Ann Nee and I went to The Summit to watch Megamind. How did we go there? All eight of us squeezed in Kai's Vios and we were lucky to not get caught by the police (there were a lot of police along the way). At the Summit, Wee and Ann Nee split with us because they had already watched Megamind and they watched another movie, Adele: Rise of the Mummy. Well, at least the two of them get to have some quality time together. Teehee.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, the remaining six of us went to have lunch at a restaurant called Mandy's after buying our tickets. Guess how much was the tickets, RM6. That's right! RM6! Student price! It was awesome! We thought we had to pay it for RM10 which was shown on the screen. Anyway, lunch was awesome. I was a glutton again by eating part of Mal's lunch, footlong sausages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megamind was awesome. Even though it was quite the cliche type of movie, I liked it very much, compared to Takers, pft. No match at all. After the movie, we found some interesting doors that were placed on a high place with no possible entry besides a ladder or scaling the wall. Haha. Mal and I saw a boy about the age of 10 or 11 smoking as we exited the cinema. Sigh, kids these days, they don't know what's gonna get them, selling their health and youth just to look "cool". Seriously, how can smoking cigarettes make you look cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mal spazzed over pianos on display outside this musical instrument shop called Piano Station. She played some songs, Mario theme, Mr. Bean theme, Nokia theme, a Rachmaninov song I recognise from Igudesman and Joo's A Little Nightmare of Music in the part, Rachmaninov Has Big Hands and others. It's awesome seeing someone play the piano really fast in person. Totally explains why Mal is great in O2Mania. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, Mal and Wilson's parents took them home from the Summit and then Kai drove the rest of us home after we met up with Wee and Ann Nee again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So semester break has just started! Things to do, things to see, things to learn and many more! Soon I'm gonna check out that driving school near my home. I suddenly had the motivation to get my drivers license and I want a Viva! Oh boy, oh boy! Triplex: Aftershock is around the corner. Mal finishes her piano lessons on the 29th which is the same day Triplex will end. This means December is open to activities to be done with my classmates! Sleep overs, swimming, I don't know what're we gonna do but I just can't wait! Hoozah! SEMESTER BREAK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-9105325301908849780?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/9105325301908849780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=9105325301908849780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/9105325301908849780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/9105325301908849780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-clowns-in-cartoon.html' title='Like Clowns In A Cartoon'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1679809582975856661</id><published>2010-11-15T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:28:02.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Bloggy Woogy Woogy</title><content type='html'>It's been some time since I last had a blog post. Some stuff happened over the week and I'm currently in a very busy and kinda tight schedule. Even though it's not that tight I feel constipated by it. Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, today is the last day for classes, after this we are free for the holidays! This coming Thursday I'm gonna help out Chia's aunt with some my good college buddies to paint a mural for her new kindergarten. Next, this Saturday is the last Triplex Training for the Triplex 2010: Aftershock participants. I'll be helping out for Triplex so I have had attended Triplex Training 2 last Saturday and Sunday. Triplex is next week and it's a camp for six days with five scout troops all from the Petaling Utama district getting together. And finally next month is Comic Fiesta 2010. I'll be helping out at a doijin booth Cheryl got and some of my classmates are gonna be selling their artwork and stuff. I'm not very confident in selling my artworks so I'll be doing a game for the booth. Inspired by the Guess the Anime Song Game at AniManGaki, I'll be doing a similar game so before CF starts I'll have to get the songs ready. This calls for a tutorial from Kai~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if any of my classmates is gonna organise a class trip this holiday, but it's also the school holidays for the primary and secondary schools which means everywhere would be crowded and packed with humans. Heads up as well are Christmas parties, I'm pretty sure Xin would be holding one since he loves Christmas so much. Pamela said that she'll be holding a Christmas party and that I'm invited. Denise also said she's gonna hold a Christmas party. So many people! I wonder if Kenada is coming back from Canada for Christmas. Hmm.... Still there're my classmates, Wee and Wilson are planning over nights at their houses. Looking at the whole picture, this is the fist time I'm looking forward to a very fun year-end holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-1679809582975856661?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1679809582975856661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1679809582975856661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1679809582975856661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1679809582975856661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-bloggy-woogy-woogy.html' title='Hi Bloggy Woogy Woogy'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1186190482778069296</id><published>2010-11-11T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T05:12:55.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislike</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Today I watched Takers together with Chia, Wee, Kai, Wilson, Mal, Laura and Ann Nee. To movie was horrible. It sucked. I didn't like the tiniest bit of it and I was speechless about how bad it was. I don't know what but I just don't like it. There were the explosions, the tension, the stunts but something was wrong and I don't know why. It just sucked. If I were to give it a rating on a scale of 1 to 10, I'd give it a 0. Yeah, maybe a negative too. Seriously, don't watch Takers. I never felt so much dislike for a movie before, I even lost my appetite, took me some time to digest this feeling. It was that bad. Strange though I could follow the story while everyone else said it was hard to follow. Bleh. I think the storyline was forced made, ever since A-Team and The Losers movies' great hit there were many movies of the same genre made into production and seriously, it's a bad idea. It's starting to get dull and the plots are starting to get pointless, the ending for Takers did not make any sense and it was somewhat like a cliffhanger. Yeash. Didn't like it at all. I dare say Twilight is better than this movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-1186190482778069296?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1186190482778069296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1186190482778069296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1186190482778069296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1186190482778069296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/11/dislike.html' title='Dislike'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-2770221357336859125</id><published>2010-11-06T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:21:48.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ケナダ病気?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today Ken greeted me this morning and at first glance I thought Ken was sick or something, fever maybe? He said no but I'm not amused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TNYn-Q8B96I/AAAAAAAABn8/JvHDeC5A-iA/s1600/Untitledkenfever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TNYn-Q8B96I/AAAAAAAABn8/JvHDeC5A-iA/s320/Untitledkenfever.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536656742550730658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Yeah right. I was just joking. It's just that Ken normally doesn't say things that don't fit his monotonous character and this is quite rare to see him with above normal happy tones. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-2770221357336859125?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/2770221357336859125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=2770221357336859125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2770221357336859125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2770221357336859125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='ケナダ病気?'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TNYn-Q8B96I/AAAAAAAABn8/JvHDeC5A-iA/s72-c/Untitledkenfever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-649011547302474104</id><published>2010-11-05T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:42:54.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat That Speed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For the past few posts, I have been saying things like 'speed' in relation to solving Rubik's cubes but now, this time, I have manage to rise to the top in Tetris Sprint! Clearing 40 lines at 1:33.04 seconds! Seriously, it's hard to clear 40 lines at fast. My average is around 1:48 seconds. Now for my next challenge for myself is to the the top in scoring the most points in 2 minutes in Tetris Ultra. Yeah! Korobeiniki for the soul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TNQzAn5fUtI/AAAAAAAABn0/1SDmmRfmyT4/s1600/Untitledtetrisspeed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TNQzAn5fUtI/AAAAAAAABn0/1SDmmRfmyT4/s320/Untitledtetrisspeed1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536105927748309714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-649011547302474104?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/649011547302474104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=649011547302474104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/649011547302474104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/649011547302474104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/11/beat-that-speed.html' title='Beat That Speed!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TNQzAn5fUtI/AAAAAAAABn0/1SDmmRfmyT4/s72-c/Untitledtetrisspeed1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1180186751264425494</id><published>2010-11-02T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:32:24.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AniManGaki 2010</title><content type='html'>After having breakfast with my family at a Malay mamak, my dad dropped me off at Center Point where I would meet up with Wayne and hitch a ride to AniManGaki at Sunway University College. Apparently Yati and Kuui were also hitching Wayne's ride.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the four of us got to Sunway University College. We were pretty early, as the event starts at 10a.m. and we got there at 11a.m. It took us some time to figure out the location of the multipurpose hall and after suiting up into our cosplay, we bought our entry tickets and went in. The staff ran out of 'Cosplayer' tags so we had to take the normal tags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment we enter the event hall, the emcees, Hisashi Guy and Dante (famous cosplayers and emcees on Comic Fiesta Forums) starts AniManGaki. I met Emanuel and Jian Leng at the entrance. They were waiting for Cheryl and Yumi to get into their make up. We took a seat and looked around from there for a moment. The stalls did not seem ready and there weren't that many people around yet. After that, the four of us strolled around taking quick glances and looks at the doujin booths. After that, we walked around some more and then went out to look at other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside the event hall is the Omatsuri festival. We get to play some of the famous Japanese traditional games like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daruma_otoshi#Children.27s_games"&gt;Daruma Otoshi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kendama"&gt;Kendama&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fukuwarai"&gt;Fukuwarai&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goldfish_scooping"&gt;Kingyo-sukui&lt;/a&gt;. There were also non-traditional games like DDR and cross bow archery. I played the cross bow game and daruma otoshi. In my second try, I won the daruma otoshi game in one go. Of course, I did not claim any prices because I did not want it. I played the game for Kuui and later Rin. I paid for the cross bow game though. I sucked at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yati found out about a haunted house at the event so we went to check it out. Two cosplayers welcomed us (one of them I've seen her many times before as Soifon) and we were to go in by twos or threes. I teamed up with Wayne while Kuui teamed up with Yati. The two of them went in first. When it was our turn, I was not that entertained because of the "training" I had days before, staying in the dark room at the print room while doing our project had helped me get use to the darkness easily. I instantly was able to make out the whole place. I could even see the "ghosts" behind the black curtains. Over all, the people who set up the house did a good job. They even had a television on static, it would have been awesome if someone were to crawl out of it, Sadako for the win. Haha. We left the place later and continued to look around the event areas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While looking around, I meet Jie Lin. She was helping out for the event watching over the kingyo-suki stall. Then later I met up with my college buddies who were there for AniManGaki, Nicole, Cheryl and Yumi were cosplaying, Jian Leng and Emma were there for the event and also to carry the girl's bags. Hahaha. Inside the hall I also met Baddie. Not to forget cosplay friends I know, the twins, Dion and Fion, Pamela, Garret, Amelia, Irene, Zen, Akira and other's who I've seen before but don't know their names. Abby, Senzo and Rin came later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must thank Rin-nee-chama a lot! Why? Because she lent me her new bought wig for my cosplay! Nyuuuu~ Thank you so much Rin! I also have to thank Cheryl for helping me style the wig. Nyuuu~ Thanks Cheryl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the day was walking around, sitting in the dressing room, eating, walking around some more and nothing much. When buying lunch, I met Aunty Angie and Stephanie selling food. We talked a little and then I went on with the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I overspent at AniManGaki, I got too excited over the anime DVD sale and bought two anime series, Saki and Taishou Yakyuu Musume. Saki was most worth it. It was cheaper by almost RM20! I just had to buy it! I guess I can say that I'm lucky because they did not have a lot of the anime series I wanted or I would have been extremely broke but on the other hand, I'm unlucky because I did not get all the anime series I wanted. Win-win eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending time doing nothing but walking around, sitting around, randoming around, we all went home. Yeah. Cheryl, Nick, Yumi, Emma and Jian Leng went to Sunway Pyramid for the Halloween party there to get free candy. Haha. I left the building with Rin and Senzo as our parents came to get us at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately for me, my mom's camera had some problems and thus I did not get to take a lot of pictures. I think I have less than 10... Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-1180186751264425494?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1180186751264425494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1180186751264425494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1180186751264425494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1180186751264425494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/11/animangaki-2010.html' title='AniManGaki 2010'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-3436347618780578898</id><published>2010-10-28T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T07:56:41.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time! Speed! Solve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just recently is the Dutch Open for Speed Cubing. Also in Japan, Nakajima Yu is back with his awesome cubing skills. I also got into the mood and did some speed cubing. Because I have not been playing for months, I think I got kinda rusty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did 10 solves:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;46.78 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;46.70 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;44.01 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;01:01.22 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;45.45 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;47.79 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;01:06.89 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;41.24 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;48.95 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;33.93 seconds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TMmK9EFpLTI/AAAAAAAABns/Gtnn0VAUNUs/s1600/Untitledrubikstime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TMmK9EFpLTI/AAAAAAAABns/Gtnn0VAUNUs/s320/Untitledrubikstime.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533106398875430194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last solve, I manage to pull through and get about half a minute. I'm thinking of practicing and polishing my skills. I might actually learn the Fridrich method if I have the spirit to. So far my best record is still 31.97 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I have finally learned how to solve the Skewb. It was easier than I thought. Just had to remember three algorithms. Now I'm gonna practice on the Skewb as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I found out that because of Nakajima Yu's absence, someone else beat his record. A boy by the name Erik Akkersdijk from the Netherlands earned himself an official record of 7.08 seconds on the 3x3x3 Rubik's Cube and also, I thought impossible until I checked it out myself, a record of 0.98 seconds on the 2x2x2 Rubik's Cube. That's like &lt;b&gt;ONE SECOND&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, AniManGaki is coming. I'm sorta ready to stomp the grounds. Ah, they are screening movies, Summer Wars, Spirited Away, The Girl Who Leapt Through Time and 5cm Per Second. For more info, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.animangaki.com/home.php"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-3436347618780578898?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/3436347618780578898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=3436347618780578898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/3436347618780578898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/3436347618780578898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-speed-solve.html' title='Time! Speed! Solve!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TMmK9EFpLTI/AAAAAAAABns/Gtnn0VAUNUs/s72-c/Untitledrubikstime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-6504021202257559001</id><published>2010-10-24T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:17:41.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Look! It's A Poem After So Long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Planks of wood leaning against the wall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing is done, collecting dust, that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom got them, some are not from a mall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;accidentally kick one of them, and all will fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When that happens, anger will befall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone will rage, will start shouting in the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next thing to happen, my name, that someone will call,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get the blame, even when I have nothing to do with it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to move them, move them to the other side of the hall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once again, nothing will happen, think of something that rhymes with 'hall'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Writer's block is happening, what words end with 'all'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only something that ends with 'all', but also words that sound like 'all'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without realising it, this poem is becoming the opposite of 'small',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look at myself, I am the opposite of 'tall'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But wait a minute, the previous line of the previous line should not end with 'small'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disappointed with this error, I shall roll up into a ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While in this state, I wonder if I will grow tall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for some reason, I keep coming to the word 'stall'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So to come up with more words, I went to Google and type 'rhymes with all',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know, it's cheating but hey, I got the word 'shawl'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are some words I've never seen before like 'kroll',&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and 'schmall' and you know what, I can't believe I forgot 'install'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now the poem is going off track, it's not like the beginning at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I shall end this poem, maybe I could turn this into a rap, oh well, that is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-6504021202257559001?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/6504021202257559001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=6504021202257559001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6504021202257559001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6504021202257559001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-look-its-poem-after-so-long.html' title='Hey Look! It&apos;s A Poem After So Long.'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-2006741385407734988</id><published>2010-10-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:21:49.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkmate</title><content type='html'>I originally wanted to post a proper story of the final play I did with my friends for Drama class but I got tired and well.... lazy. So here's a summary.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Title: Checkmate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cast:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan (played by Wee): The main character. The story is read by him from his diary. He is the scout in the team. An orphan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joe (played by me): Ryan's best friend. They knew each other ever since they were children. Together in an orphanage, Ryan and Joe played chess but Joe always loses. Joe is the sniper of the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roger (played by Chia): The transport expert in the team. Roger gets excited excited easily by things and gets loud. He can drive any vehicle from tanks to ships to planes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preston (played by Wilson): The heavy weapons user in the team. He is in love with his minigun named Maria. Get's hot easily and is rough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colin (played by Kai): The Australian IT expert in the team. He is a flirt and a pervert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dmitri (played by Mal): The Russian demolition man in the team. A veteran, he likes vodka and dislikes beer. Loves to blow things up and the sound of explosions. Often tells Soviet Russia revers jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lindsay (played by Laura): The captain of the team, Blue Eagle. She is the only girl in the team and is frustrated over the 'crazy' bunch of men she has to work with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Setting:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The future, from the year 2045 (in diary) and 2047, in America and Germany (that used to be another country).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ryan and Joe goes into war against the Germans after Hitler was cyrogenetically revived. They were invited to join a special forces team and together they met five other people, Roger, Preston, Colin, Dmitri and Lindsay. At first each of them did not get along well except for Ryan and Joe of course. In their first mission, they were to save a hostage from a terrorist but they fail and the place explodes, they escape in a helicopter and learn that Roger is actually acrophobic, Dmitri takes over the steering but they crash landed because the helicopter ran out of fuel. They soon bonded together as a team overnight. They later on received a new mission to assassinate Hitler. They manage to get into his base but one by one they died after someone triggers an alarm, leaving Ryan and Joe who manage to reach Hitler's room. Hitler starts to tell them about the US army using them and Hitler himself as a puppet to start wars. Joe kills Hitler but as Ryan turns around to congratulate Joe, Joe revels himself as a traitor and kills Ryan. Soon, General Birch, the person who formed the team and gave out missions to them walks out and congratulates Joe telling him that he did well in deceiving the team but as he was about to kill Joe, Joe shoots Birch in the stomach and revels that he has also betrayed Birch, together with Colin who appeared to die with Lindsay. After Colin delivers the final blow to Birch, Joe and Colin continued their world domination and five years later, they rule the world. In the final scene, Joe visits Ryan, who pretended to suffer brain damage and answers some of Ryan's questions and then finally kills him. Colin comes into the room as Joe reads Ryan's final entry in his diary. After finishing, Joe tears Ryan's diary into shreds and the two men leave the scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The story was awesome. There was the unexpected betrayal and the unexpected twist. Unfortunately I'm too lazy to tell it in an awesome way. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Edit: Pah! I completely forgot to add in some stuff and I just realised it after like how many days I posted this. I doubt anyone would be reading this edit but I'm gonna add this edit in anyway. During the storyline, it is revealed that Ryan and Joe were from the same orphanage and were roommates, they'd play chess together and Ryan would always win. It is later reveled that Joe is a sociopath and so his childhood memories with Ryan were all nothing to him and he used those times as a chance to "learn" emotion, Joe is also a genius, it was revealed that Joe let Ryan win their games of chess on purpose by manipulating Ryan's movements. Roger is revealed to be acrophobic, leading to Dmitri to take over the helicopter who ensures the team that because he can drive a tractor he can pilot a helicopter. Roger passed flying school by closing his eyes, he must be very lucky in air. It is revealed in the General Birch betrayal scene that Colin is actually not Australian. Dmitri must be very lucky because he's been playing Russian roulette with guns and later tanks since the age of 12. It is suggested that Ryan, Joe, Colin and Birch all come from the same orphanage because all four of them uses 'chess' and 'pawns' in metaphoric ways. If the previous suggestion is right, it would be continued that Ryan was adopted because he is the only one of the four to be not part of the inside party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-2006741385407734988?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/2006741385407734988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=2006741385407734988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2006741385407734988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2006741385407734988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/checkmate.html' title='Checkmate'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-972963948258625514</id><published>2010-10-23T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T07:40:05.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Shots Of Good Reads</title><content type='html'>Just this month, I've read two amazingly well written one shot mangas. Well I should say that it was expected as they were published in Shounen Weekly Jump after all, not a lot of one shots are published in Weekly Shounen Jump after all. You could say that these two one shots are very, very good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off is a baseball manga titled '&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://mangastream.com/read/one_shot/80577559/1"&gt;Bench!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;' by Kishimoto Masashi (Naruto), about a highschool baseball club that has four divisions, the A team being the one with the best players and the D team being the one with all the 'misfits' and 'losers'. The story centers around the D team members and a new transfer student, Yamaguchi and Ou, a previous A team pitcher who fractured his right shoulder forcing him into the D team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The manga tells us about people's love for baseball and the desire to play baseball and to win. For me, it reminds me of the days in highschool when I played for the school team and fun I had along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second is a gag-battle manga titled '&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://mangastream.com/read/one_shot/83408553/1"&gt;Bankara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;' by Sorachi Hideaki (Gintama), about a future of cybergenetics and highschool delinquents. Along the way, there are quotations by real people (and at one point, as a joke by the main character) about highschool life and youth. The story revolves around Shizuka, the chairwoman of the public morals committee of Bankara High and the daughter from a family of public morals committee that serves the Ministry of Education, Mobuta, the secretary of the school's public morals committee and Takeru, a frozen 167 year old bancho who was accidentally thawed out of his ice prison. Takeru turns out to be nothing more than an idiot the size of a small boy after he got out. Shizuka vows to keep her eye on Takeru to cover her actions of breaking the ice prison Takeru was sealed in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The manga tells us about the reasons of protecting things we love and the misunderstandings other see in the actions of the protecters. It is quite the inspiring read kind of manga. I almost teared at the end, probably it's because I'm so sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope to see weekly series of this two mangas soon. They are pretty much one of a kind, both with fitting art based on each mangaka's art styles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-972963948258625514?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/972963948258625514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=972963948258625514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/972963948258625514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/972963948258625514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-shots-of-good-reads.html' title='One Shots Of Good Reads'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-6525271833220067366</id><published>2010-10-22T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:39:36.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson Mannor and The Last Drama</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night I stayed over at Wilson's house along with Laura, Mal, Kai, Chia and Wee. We went there straight after college and had take away food from the Ming Tien kopitiam for dinner. I sat in Wilson's car (his mom picked us up) with Chia while Wee, Laura and Mal sat in Kai's. The moment we got to his house, we put our bags down and got to work immediately. Everyone started to search war pictures, type our final script and take pictures for our play. I got kinda serious around that time but it was not the good kind of serious I usually carry, it was the asshole serious attitude I carried. I got this don't-worry-I-know-what-I'm doing asshole attitude and played Tetris Friends when I was suppose to search for war pictures. Later on I gave shit about the game and got to work. Sorry guys.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the slide show and the flashback video was complete, we started to rehearse on our play. We did it a few times until 12a.m. Everyone was hot and sweaty, sticky and smelly. At one point, Laura and Mal had to get out of their contact lenses and put on their glasses, I played around and put mine on as well saying that all of us wears glasses and should take a group picture of all of us in glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the rehearsal, we sat in Wilson's bedroom and took turns to bath. While we waited, we got ready our labels and prepared our props and stuff. Later after everyone had their bath, we played Naruto on Wilson's PS2. Man I miss the game so much. I had not played it for a long time. The game Wilson had was Naruto 4 so it's the older one to the last one for the PS2 games where there's no partner and combo ultimate attacks. I got kind of a show off when playing and I find that Laura is a formidable opponent! Laura is the first person I've ever met who is a formidable opponent besides my highschool friends like Kuui, Wayne, Marcus and Ken! As usual I used Might Guy and Shikamaru, if Wilson had Nartuo 5 with unlocked characters I would have got to use Hinata. Mal was so cute playing Naruto, she never played before so she isn't that fast at mashing the buttons and she made this cute wail when she got pwned by Kai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to sleep after game at 2.30a.m. Mal and Laura slept in Wilson's bedroom while us guys slept in the game room. We cracked some jokes and then dozed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up later when I heard Wilson say, "What the fuck!?" because my alarm rang and I did not wake up. I quickly made my way out of my sleeping bag and stopped the alarm. We all lied down for a moment and then I got up after Wilson. We went to his bedroom and we find Mal and Laura, up and dressed. Wilson went into the toilet first so I waited for my turn. Wilson soon popped his head out of the toilet door and said that he was gonna take a shower so I had to wait a little longer. I was still groggy so I can't remember what Mal or Laura said to me or what happened, I just remember taking out my toothbrush and sat on the bed waiting for my turn. Chia came in later on and waited as well and Laura decided to take another short sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I washed my face and brushed my teeth, Kai also got up already and was already starting to play and joke around. After everyone was ready, we took our bags down and we had breakfast. Wilson's mom prepared bread with jam and milo for us. How nice. Thanks Wilson's mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, I sat in Kai's car with Laura, Mal and Wee while Wilson and Chia got into Wilson's mom's car and we headed for college. We got there and started to do another round of rehearsal. We were all excited and I can pretty much bet that we all were expecting an A, especially Wee. This final drama was the only play I had high expectations on. I held on to the thought that we would get an A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Laksh's group's play, it was our turn. Laksh's group did a great job! They had awesome props and make up and the story was amazing! It was about a fantasy story that had a twist that the fantasy might have been a real thing. They scored an A. We were the second group to perform and I for the first time, I was really nervous and at that point, I had this feeling that after the play, we would get an A but some unfortunate things happened, there were some technical problems, the projector had some problems and we occasionally forgot to plug in the speakers to MacLappy. I actually panicked when the projector was not working, I tried to joke around to ease myself but I still panicked. Through the whole play, I manage to focus on the lines but I still messed up a few times. After the whole play ended, I would normally have this feeling of content that I did what I can and had fun and joy doing it, I would normally have not worried about the score the group I was in would score but this time round, I had so much expectations for an A, I did not feel good because of the mistakes I made. I even missed out a whole line! I felt kinda depressed. Gary gave us an A-. Normally I would be joyous but I did not feel it. I was glad it was at least an A- but because I had high hopes for an A, I did not feel good. Even Kai felt bad, Chia felt bad, Wilson felt bad, Laura felt bad and most of all, Wee was silent, meaning he felt bad. Mal however, for the first time, tired to cheer us up. Normally Mal would be neutral, stoned but when she tried to cheer us up, there was this happy-sad feeling coming from her reaching out to us and telling us to cheer up. I manage to stick my body out of the pool of depression but I still had this lingering guilt. Kai was second to being the most depressed, he kept apologizing to Wee about the technical problems. Wee kept telling us it was okay but we knew that it was not completely 'okay'. We had a few moments of silence and then we went on and watched Wen Wei's play, the last play for today. While watching the play, Kai and I kept silent the whole time. Normally we would be joking around and poking fun but it was total silence, he felt sad and I felt sad too, on top of that, the lack of sleep got to me and I got very tired and disappointed in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wen Wei's group's play was also a good one, they got a Very Strong A-, close to getting an A. Gary realised the negative vibe from our group and tried to brighten our mood. We then got together and took class photos as our last Drama class (Language &amp;amp; Communication 3 class) in groups and in the whole class. It was like a CD1001-1 reunion today because a lot of our previous classmates who went to different majors came to watch our plays. After the photos, Gary gave us his last wishes and class was dismissed. Mal got us to take a bunch of photos together and there we manage to bring ourselves up. At this point, I realised that we all have bonded together even closer compared to the time when we first met and also with the time when we first grouped together. In just two weeks, the seven of us have become close friends and as I can see, each of us has become even more open up to each other. I guess Mal had the biggest change because she has become more hearty, has more expression and also have learned how to counter Kai's "devious" comments and actions. Laura now also sees me as an opponent in Naruto and now she laughs more often at our joke. Wilson says that he is now even more expressive and can even make fun of girls. Chia, well, I guess he is more beastly now. Hahaha! Wee also has opened up to us as well, asking us to join in his crazy and wacky ideas and activities. Kai, well, he's gotten more expressive on his pervertedness, I say, his desperate pervertedness. Well, both of us has acknowledge each other as fellow perverts and we would argue over minor things childishly, to me, that's the process of become great friends. Well, I realised that I have become more expressive as well and I've started to stop telling lame jokes but I would occasionally say lame things or annoy others. I also have become comfortable around girls, I don't really feel awkward anymore as compared to last time. I really feel happy being with them. I remember while having breakfast at Wilson's house, I joked that we looked like a family and Laura being the mom and Wilson being the dad but seriously, I do feel that we really are a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We later had late lunch at Famosa, our usual eating joint for the past few months and we chatted about things that happened and stuff. Wee was not with us that time because he wanted to spent some time with Ann Nee and he also left earlier. Nicole joined us for lunch and we talked about how we met each other and become friends this year. It felt really old even though it was just this year. In just 9 months, each of us become some what different, in personality and appearance. It's amazing how each and every one of us has become such close friends in just 9 months. Just thinking about it moves me so much I could cry tears of joy. I'm not the kind of person who knows how to express myself in words but yeah, thanks guys. I wish that these great happy days will last forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey! What's with this sentimental moment? Next stop! Swimming! Sleep overs! Camping! Hiking! Let the activities continue! Just name it! Together we will make the happiest times of our lives! Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I don't think I would be deleting the music and sounds we used for our play for some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-6525271833220067366?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/6525271833220067366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=6525271833220067366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6525271833220067366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6525271833220067366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/wilson-mannor-and-last-drama.html' title='Wilson Mannor and The Last Drama'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1633403501247929174</id><published>2010-10-21T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T05:49:52.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee's Home Adventure</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I stayed over at Wee's house after college. I had to pack two days worth of clothes because the next day, today, I am at Wilson's house for our group's drama tomorrow. Besides me, Chia tagged along to Wee's.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wee's dad picked us up and we headed to Wee's house. Apparently he stays at the Botanicals (or whatever the place is called) which is a  five minutes ride to and from AEON Jusco, the big one I went to a few months ago. The moment we got to Wee's house and Wee's dad got off, Wee took over the wheel and we headed to a night market which is nearby, which is also in Chia's housing area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the night market, we looked around for the things we need for our drama and also looking at food along the way. For the first time in my life, I've seen so much food in a night market! I was so hungry and excited. Wee also got hungry and excited. Turned out he did not go to the night market often. After going one round, we then bought two red laser torches and then scouted around for food. I learned that some of the names of the food I know is named differently around here. The names I learned must have been the names in Penang while the ones here are the KL names. (Some Penang food and KL food have different names; such as Hokkien Mee (Penang), Prawn Mee (KL))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought quite a lot of food. I can say I spent the best RM10 on food ever! I bought two huge ban zheng kuih, gyoza and kuih kak. Chia bought a great huge bag of soya milk for RM2! It was freaking cheap! It was fresh as well! Chia, Wee and I shared it and it lasted until the next day. Chia and Wee bought kuih kak and also this huge piece of fried chicken. It smelled so great Wee and I got extremely hungry we were moaning and raging and screaming in the car on the way back. When we got back to Wee's house, we "devoured" on our food. I almost teared on the kuih kak because it tasted so good! I say it can be compared to the one in Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night after the food, we bathed and then did our perspective assignment. I did it while on the laptop. We did our assignment until 1.30a.m. and then we went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up later at around 6 and went to college. The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Such a short and unexciting post.&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/6627783021305129353-1633403501247929174?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1633403501247929174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1633403501247929174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1633403501247929174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1633403501247929174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/wees-home-adventure.html' title='Wee&apos;s Home Adventure'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-4863601249194362982</id><published>2010-10-19T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T06:31:23.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely Short Blog Posts Are EXTREMELY Short</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-4863601249194362982?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/4863601249194362982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=4863601249194362982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4863601249194362982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4863601249194362982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/extremely-short-blog-posts-are.html' title='Extremely Short Blog Posts Are EXTREMELY Short'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1760084554090732659</id><published>2010-10-19T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T06:23:54.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Short Blog Posts Are REALLY Short</title><content type='html'>I think I'm starting to turn immune to yaoi. Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-1760084554090732659?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1760084554090732659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1760084554090732659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1760084554090732659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1760084554090732659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/super-short-blog-posts-are-really-short.html' title='Super Short Blog Posts Are REALLY Short'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-2926924678989183444</id><published>2010-10-19T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T06:13:49.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Blog Posts Are Short</title><content type='html'>A short little update.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I got a carpet burn last Friday. I wasn't that serious and it was pretty much healing until yesterday, while I was on my bed, I accidentally burnt that same carpet burned wound and the whole patch of skin tore off and blood spilled everywhere! It's a bloody! My bed got stained red and chaos happened! I screamed and panicked and shouted and hollered screamed and screeched and wailed and screamed and roared and shrieked and shrilled and screamed and yelled and danced and did I mention screamed? It was madness!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I did not do that. I just got pissed at myself and washed the "refreshed" wound. Luckily no blood dripped anywhere but there were tiny rolled up balls of healing-but-now-dead skin. My mom helped me put on some gel to heal it because I don't have a clear view of the whole wound as it's at my elbow. Later on, pus started drooling out. It was disgusting! I didn't care and let the gel dry and went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, tomorrow I'm gonna sleep over at Wee's with Chia and then on Thursday I'll sleep over at Wilson's with everyone else in my final drama group! Chia, Wee, Kai, Laura, Mal and I will be sleeping over at Wilson's! Yay~ This will the first time I got to sleep over at someone's house with girl friends. Usually it's only guys and the only girls wouldn't be girl friends but rather sisters or something. Ha! I'm so excited! ...I guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, short blog post is not short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-2926924678989183444?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/2926924678989183444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=2926924678989183444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2926924678989183444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2926924678989183444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/short-blog-posts-are-short.html' title='Short Blog Posts Are Short'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-378452694281823475</id><published>2010-10-18T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T07:56:59.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Soviet Russia, Blog Post Posts You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So it's been some time since I last blogged and I have some random stuff to post up. Oh boy! What random (and maybe retarded) stuff do I have to say? Let's bring it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is the last week my class is having Drama class. Sad... For our last assignment, we have to come up with a really good story, the maximum time is 30 minutes and we have a free choice of what story we wanna play. This time round, I grouped up with Wee, Chia, Kai, Wilson, Mal and Laura. We sure are an awesome bunch. We came up with a war story. I don't wanna spoil the story before we performed it so I'll only post up the plot (may not) and everything after the play. I'm so excited! This is story is so awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day Wayne decided to find the origin of our Sannin Kai (三人会). We went way back till January and found out that it was the start of our gathering but the Sannin Kai did not start at that time. After a couple of hours, Wayne came to a conclusion that the start of the Sannin Kai is on the 28th of April 2010 when I started calling Wayne, 'L' and soon later created the nickname 'Kenada' for Ken. Whoo-hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandfather bought me a Mac Pro laptop! WHHHHOOOOAAAA!!! And I'm using it right now! Typing this blog post! THANK YOU GRANDPA!!! LOVE YOU LOADS!!! I called my grandfather to thank him and all he said was, "Ah, ah. Your mom wants to talk to Grandma?". Usual of him, my grandfather is a man of a few words. He doesn't talk a lot, always doing work around the house back in Penang. I also thanked my aunt for telling my grandfather to buy me this awesome lappy and my mom for taking me to the Machines shop in Sunway Pyramid. I'm gonna call my laptop, Tsubaki MacLappy! Why the Japanese name and the English surname? Why, that's just me. Now Kon Windowsdesk has a new friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, Mal introduced me to Flight of The Conchords. A New Zealand band of two who plays funny songs. I got so hooked up on their songs for the first time in years I actually wanted to jam English songs and not Japanese songs even though I can't play any instruments and never jammed before. Haha. I now have a Top 3 most favorite Flight of The Conchords songs, they are, Robots (The Humans Are Dead), Beautiful Girl and Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros. All three are funny and I've sorta learned the lyrics to them already. Seriously, I recommend these songs to anyone who likes humor. Also, another songs to listen to are, Albi (The Racist Dragon) and Jenny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listened to a song titled Jizz In My Pants by The Lonely Island. It's funny! I don't understand why Kai said it's gross. There're also parodies of that song and Fell Asleep In Class is a good parody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While working on our final drama, we got hooked to Team Fortress 2. I got the game but have not played it yet. I tried it out on Mal's laptop at college though. Mal was super-duper kind to give us the game after downloading it. My favorite characters to play are Scout and Spy. I like Scout best. He's like some hyper-active kid running like the wind. Hahaha! The videos available on YouTube are great! I liked 'Meet The Spy' best among the other 'Meet The...' series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was so much I wanted to post about but as usual, I always forget about what I wanted to post about. Memory is such a mysterious thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's been months since we had advertised our Kenada figurines! (p/s: This is imaginary for those who are not familiar with this blog. This whole advertisement is also imaginary.) This time round, we are giving out our last and final Kenada figurines. In conjunction with the Sannin Kai's discovery of their beginning, we have two special guests and they are L and JY who are the masters of Kenada. In this set, Kenada is dressed as Hei (Darker than Black), L is dressed as Byakuran (Katekyo Hitman Reborn!) and JY is dressed as Keiichi (Higurashi no Naku Koro ni). This set is called 'Sannin Kai! Cosplay Feist!'. To order, dia- Sorry but all the Sannin Kai! Cosplay Feist! figurine sets are all sold out. So much for your anticipation. Turns out all the fans had gone crazy and stayed outside our store and the moment we put the figurines up on sale, they were all sold out. Also, some of our employees are killed by rage from costumers when they found out that there are only 21 sets of our figurines sold worldwide. Never again will we make, sell and advertise Kenada figurines because it is concluded that Kenada figurines are bad for the society. Thank you for your support. This is like some troll attractor. Wahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote of the week: "In Soviet Russia, porn watches you." - Malini as a character in our drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TLxOvzD33LI/AAAAAAAABnU/iErVTEtvMw4/s1600/IMG_6608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TLxOvzD33LI/AAAAAAAABnU/iErVTEtvMw4/s320/IMG_6608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529381025571396786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kon Windowsdesk (コン·ウィンドウスデスク) and Tsubaki MacLappy (ツバキ·マクラッピー)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna make a MOT soon with this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of which I have not been making any MOTs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-378452694281823475?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/378452694281823475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=378452694281823475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/378452694281823475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/378452694281823475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-soviet-russia-blog-post-posts-you.html' title='In Soviet Russia, Blog Post Posts You.'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TLxOvzD33LI/AAAAAAAABnU/iErVTEtvMw4/s72-c/IMG_6608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-8736205354831907653</id><published>2010-10-11T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:51:58.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"May The Force Be With You"</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day for the almighty Mr. Anderson to be with us in class, next week someone else will replace him in Culture &amp;amp; Society in Malaysia: Tutorial class. Today we discussed about racism. 'Why is race a sensitive issue?'. The discussion went on for quite some time even going as far as to religion and reasoning to things such as praying and religious beliefs and also the society's wrong idea of each culture and religion's beliefs. In the end, the reason is simply because humans are selfish beings. I don't know what it is about Mr. Anderson but he always makes sense.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before class ended, he quoted the infamous quote that we all had waited long for, "I'll hunt you down and kill you.", "May the force be with you.". He also wished us good luck on our final projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class, some of us joined Mr. Anderson &lt;i&gt;yum cha&lt;/i&gt; at an Indian restaurant. We also had lunch there and we talked about various things. Mr. Anderson recommended us an anime movie, &lt;i&gt;Grave of the Fireflies&lt;/i&gt;. He warned us to have tissue with us when watching the movie. Haha. I really like listening to Mr. Anderson, it's like listening to Mr. Colin. Both men are stern, bold, serious and influential but humorous. I really look up to people like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quotes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- "Do whatever you want to do. You only live once." - Anderson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- "He said, 'I only learn when you stop teaching.', do you understand what that means or not?" - Anderson, on a student overseas to a lecturer in London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- "Some did not even bath for the whole week because the water was so cold!" - Anderson, on a camping trip at Cameron Highlands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- "I've been hanging out with Chinese all my life." - Malini, on the topic about hanging out with own races.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- "I always hang out with Chinese people. I don't like to hang out with Malays, they talk a lot and are very annoying." - Badrissa, on the topic about hanging out with own races.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- "This person has tortured 50 innocent people and you won't kill him? Why? Are you thinking about the 50 innocent people or are you thinking about what will happen to you after you kill him?" - Anderson, on the issue about humans as selfish beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- "In the end, the good things you do, only you know." - Anderson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- "You know what happened is, we talked about life, 5a.m. in the morning, in a pub. Hahaha." - Anderson, on his college life with his lecturer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-8736205354831907653?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/8736205354831907653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=8736205354831907653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8736205354831907653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8736205354831907653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/may-force-be-with-you.html' title='&quot;May The Force Be With You&quot;'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-8203468739589444100</id><published>2010-10-09T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:42:42.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotating, Spinning, Shape Shifting, Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I finally bought that Rubik's puzzle I had my eye on since the beginning of this year. Hooza! This is my third shape shifting Rubik's puzzle~ Now for reviews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a copy of the infamous &lt;a href="http://tonyfisherpuzzles.net/001%20Fisher%20Cube%20(%20Rubik%20type%20puzzle%20).html"&gt;Fisher Cube&lt;/a&gt; by Tony Fisher. Of course, I'm cheapskate but I also stick to quality check. The cube's rotations are really really really and &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; smooth. Not the kind of cheap puzzle quality of super stiff and tough rotating axles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got it for RM20.90 with luck because last week when I asked, it was RM29.90. This time, they forgot the price and just labeled it with the price of the cheap 3x3x3 Rubik's cubes on display when I asked (again).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first impression on the Fisher Cube was that it sorta works like a normal 3x3x3 Rubik's cube, the different cut of the cube just makes it slightly harder to get used to andI was half correct. There is a twist to the Fisher Cube and that is that I need to perform a step before proceeding to the normal 3x3x3 Rubik's cube algorithms. The "sides" and the "corners" of the Fisher Cube are switched around so you'd have to treat each "side" as a "corner" and each "corner" as a "side" when solving. Also, the cross to get on the final layer was also a tricky part as each "side" has two colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun solving it for the next few times solving the cube but then I got kinda bored of it after my fifth solve. Still, it's now one of my favorites to have around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TLCUgMT0WgI/AAAAAAAABnE/8GeDTYVwD0w/s1600/IMG_6528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TLCUgMT0WgI/AAAAAAAABnE/8GeDTYVwD0w/s320/IMG_6528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526080023564671490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fisher Cube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TLCUfl48raI/AAAAAAAABm8/fVpsCeNR_kE/s1600/IMG_6532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TLCUfl48raI/AAAAAAAABm8/fVpsCeNR_kE/s320/IMG_6532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526080013251423650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unsolved state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TLCUfRrO7-I/AAAAAAAABm0/Kx3B-8ZaPn8/s1600/IMG_6533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TLCUfRrO7-I/AAAAAAAABm0/Kx3B-8ZaPn8/s320/IMG_6533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526080007825190882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-8203468739589444100?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/8203468739589444100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=8203468739589444100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8203468739589444100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8203468739589444100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/rotating-spinning-shape-shifting.html' title='Rotating, Spinning, Shape Shifting, Something'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TLCUgMT0WgI/AAAAAAAABnE/8GeDTYVwD0w/s72-c/IMG_6528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-4983123543710264063</id><published>2010-10-04T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T03:55:57.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Blasted</title><content type='html'>Yeah. That was what it felt like after Mr. Anderson said those few words in class today. Today during the tutorial on Culture &amp;amp; Society in Malaysia class, Mr. Anderson talked about knowing our culture or tradition and the differences between "culture", "tradition", "habit" and "ritual". He did some examples as so to asking us how can we prove ourselves who we are if we lose our identification card and all the evidence to identify ourselves. I had no answer to that but what Mr. Anderson said really punched a hole in my head and cleared out my long term writers block that I had for years.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The thing is, you do not understand yourself; you do not know yourself; if you do not know yourself, understand yourself, how the fuck can you educate the future generation? How can you tell them what to do and what not to do?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Within the whole sentence, during his speech, I could not help it but to smile. A single sentence from the mouth of 'God' himself, blew a hole in the block that was suffocating this 'pipe' in my head that was clogged for almost two years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Do not understand yourself; do not know yourself" was the key to my writers block to a story about highschool kids with secret backgrounds. All I thought about was 'people not completely knowing another person's background' and I completely forgot about 'people not knowing their own self' and I have read all sorts of books (and manga) and watched all sorts of anime that has this theme, 'not knowing him/herself'. I got so happy I could not eat. I still ate anyway but not much. Soon, I'll be developing this idea of mine into detail. From the bottom of my hearth, I thank the almighty Mr. Anderson for this breakthrough even though he has no idea that he helped me a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-4983123543710264063?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/4983123543710264063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=4983123543710264063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4983123543710264063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4983123543710264063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/brain-blasted.html' title='Brain Blasted'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-7176543393562700015</id><published>2010-10-03T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:27:30.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's A Bump In My Mouse Pad</title><content type='html'>Oh well, there goes a bunch of movie-less months and I feel really empty. Zero inspiration, zero creativity. My mind is constantly thinking of watching movies but I don't seem to have the time to head to a cinema and feast my eyes (and brain) to the big screen, absorbing all the colors and the action and the themes into my scrawny little brain the size of my two fists put together. Yes, I am hungry for movies! And I still have not watched Kara no Kyoukai! Argh!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is like fourth week of my third semester of college and there're dark clouds looming over the skies in my head. Debbie, my Visual Communication lecturer is another Daniel. She is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BORING&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. She is a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BITCH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. She has no &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CREATIVITY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. She can't &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIRD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. She is a female Daniel and do you know what's wrong with females who have bad personality? They are a male with bad personality multiplied by a billion. Yes, Debbie is a billion times worse than Daniel and we are starting to hate her. Family reunion in my ass Debbie. Kai got a better concept full of irony and creativity and you shunned it without taking a single look and tossed a dumb ass boring 'family reunion' concept in our faces. Fuck you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel returns. Surprisingly he is better than the last time. It was pretty obvious, he stepped into Culture &amp;amp; Society in Malaysia class replacing Va Nee and he had this humble speech which told me that he was afraid of us (Us meaning CD1001-1) because almost the whole of CD1001-1 students built a barrier separating us from the other classes, occupying the back seats, far from the lecturer's stand. I could tell that he was trying to change, which is good, but he reverted to his usual boring speech half-way through. Poor Daniel, most of us did not really pay attention to him but he still went through it, good job Daniel! Keep your spirit strong and try not to be boring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama class has been constantly awesome. Everybody keeps getting split into different groups every week and that we keep on having awesome assignment presentations. Last week, Cardin's play was so touching I cried, in class, the part of the play reminded me of my grandfather's funeral and the song Cardin played, it was perfect! It was so sad, I could not help myself. Anyway, our presentation was not bad either, there were some mistakes through our play but we manage to get an A-. The funniest part was when Wen Wei who was playing 'Russel', accidentally called me, 'Russel' when the character I was playing was 'Richard'. There was this pause when I heard that and I held in my laughter but failed to hold back my while smile, I giggled a little and I was sure I had this weird distorted smile on my face. Luckily Gary, my drama class lecturer did not see my reaction because I quickly recomposed myself and continued the play but my classmates saw my reaction. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perspective Studies is like modern math all over again, just with 3D cubes images instead of 2D squares. Seamus is a good lecturer, it's just that the subject is kinda boring. Watching him teach us the things similar to what I learned back in Form4 and 5 just makes me uninterested. The cool thing is that we don't have to draw things very accurately. Seamus said that we should relax more when doing our assignments, using set squares is not a must. So much for me stressing over getting perfect accuracy on my last assignment. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I made a new favorite quote,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"People who can't bird shouldn't be in the art industry."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                                                                 - Wee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was made when we were ranting about Debbie. Seriously, she can't take a joke because she doesn't understand it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, by the way, 'bird' means 'talk cock' or '讲鸟话' (or berburung-burung), meaning 'talking nonsense' or 'lame talk'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-7176543393562700015?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/7176543393562700015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=7176543393562700015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7176543393562700015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7176543393562700015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/10/theres-bump-in-my-mouse-pad.html' title='There&apos;s A Bump In My Mouse Pad'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-3053754709356831695</id><published>2010-09-25T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T00:03:28.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying In The Sky(pe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just yesterday I downloaded Skype. And Wayne is my first contact and the only contact I've seen online so far. Where is Kai? He said he only uses Skype because his Mac Messenger sucks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I tried recording my voice using the microphone on my webcam. I previously tried to look for a microphone but just yesterday I realised that I could have just used my webcam as a microphone. Anyway, I sound horrible and stupid and dumb and all the retarded words you can find in the dictionary. Yeah. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky's gotten really dark. Stupid weather. I hate it when it rains everyday. Oh well. Time to turn to my assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigh... I miss playing with my Rubik's Cubes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TJ7v5DAXzEI/AAAAAAAABmo/baa2MfXWSL0/s1600/intrucciones_acabar_cubo_rubik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TJ7v5DAXzEI/AAAAAAAABmo/baa2MfXWSL0/s320/intrucciones_acabar_cubo_rubik.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521113956541254722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I also miss buying Rubik's Cubes. Hmm...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-3053754709356831695?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/3053754709356831695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=3053754709356831695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/3053754709356831695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/3053754709356831695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/09/flying-in-skype.html' title='Flying In The Sky(pe)'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TJ7v5DAXzEI/AAAAAAAABmo/baa2MfXWSL0/s72-c/intrucciones_acabar_cubo_rubik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-7861695417962874681</id><published>2010-09-25T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:49:19.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing To Post On My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah. Nothing at all. When will something so exciting that I will post it here happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-7861695417962874681?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/7861695417962874681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=7861695417962874681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7861695417962874681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7861695417962874681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/09/nothing-to-post-on-my-blog.html' title='Nothing To Post On My Blog'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-6543509561371000312</id><published>2010-09-20T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T04:15:21.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Handed Challenge</title><content type='html'>I challenged myself to playing Tetris with one hand out of boredom and frustration (my rubber stamp assignment failed) and I got a low score of 22699. Not gonna use one hand to play Tetris anymore. Such a hassle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-6543509561371000312?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/6543509561371000312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=6543509561371000312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6543509561371000312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6543509561371000312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-handed-challenge.html' title='One Handed Challenge'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-1298785460976886547</id><published>2010-09-19T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T02:03:27.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxtionary: Loli, Lolicon</title><content type='html'>When you hear the word, 'loli', what comes to mind?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stereotypical thinking is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A small young girl about the age of 6 to 12 or above who has not or is at the brink of reaching puberty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the follow up for 'lolicon' is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A pervert who likes small little young girls; a pedophile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm a lolicon but I'm no pedophile. A lot of people look at me uneasily when I claim that I'm a lolicon (with pride) or they'll brush if off thinking that it's a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, 'loli' are not small little underage girls! Small little underage girls are 'kids', not 'lolis'. Here's my definition, 'loli' are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Girls the age of 13 and above, the oldest being 20.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Small frame (body); not fat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Cute.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Height and bust size does not matter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The way I'm proud of being a lolicon is the same way Konata from Lucky Star is proud of being a loli. I guess it's because of Konata's pride I came to appreciate girls who are small sized and so I diverged from the usual mindset of males of loving girls with mature bodies, sexy hips, long legs and huge busts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everybody has a different point of view on things. My definition for lolicon are not pedophiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-1298785460976886547?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/1298785460976886547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=1298785460976886547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1298785460976886547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/1298785460976886547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/09/maxtionary-loli-lolicon.html' title='Maxtionary: Loli, Lolicon'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-4786086816192373373</id><published>2010-09-17T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T09:00:59.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyramid Quartet</title><content type='html'>After class, I headed to the Disgrace of Egyptian Art (Sunway Pyramid) to meet up with SenzO and Rin. We were missing one person and that is newcomer Pamela whom I've seen a few times are various anime conventions. We met on Facebook and I invited her to join us on our outing after there were some complications on Rin's presence to hang out with us because of some rules her mom had set.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off we had lunch at Famousa. There we caught up with each other and gobbled our stomaches full. Then we looked around this RM5 shop (forgot the name) where Rin and SenzO bought some stuff for Bao Jin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pamela told me that she would arrive at around 2p.m. so after sometime we decided to play bowling first to pass the time. We did not know that Pamela had classes because schools in KL had already ended their school holidays. SenzO was complaining about me giving them face by not scoring high points when I kept getting spares after gutters on the first bowl, which if I did not get the gutter, I would have scored a strike. Well, I was really wanting to give it my all but I thought that we were gonna play a second round so I just played with light intent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our game, Pamela arrived and joined us from there. I introduced Pamela to SenzO and Rin and vise versa. I'm glad it went well, there were not that many awkward silences.. We continued on to play archery. While we waited for our lanes, we chatted some more which helped to break the ice. Everyone was pretty good in archery, though Rin was not used to the short ranged lanes because apparently she played at long range archery ranges. I manage to get a bullseye with my fourth last arrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After archery, Rin and SenzO 'dragged' me to ride the Farris Wheel and Pamela had to join in the 'fun' to tease me. We went all the way to the bottom and after they saw the price they let me go. Yay~ And then Rin wanted to ride on the merry-go-round and the bumper cars but again, the price killed the spirit. We headed to check out the ice skating rink instead. SenzO left us for a while to buy some stuff he needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After checking the price, we waited for SenzO and then we finally got to pay and go in but alas, we had to wait half an hour to get on the rink and by that time we Rin and SenzO has to go back home. So we headed to the arcade outside the cinema to play some arcade games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There Rin played the Para Para Dance 2 while the rest of us watched. Then all four of us played Datona, SenzO's coin got stuck and so he got left out of the link race but half-way of our link race, SenzO got to play but alone probably because the coin fell in late. I got last out of Rin, Pamel and me. Finally Pamela and I played the basketball game and she beat me. I suck at arcade games...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we chilled around and then each of us went home and lived happily ever after. The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-4786086816192373373?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/4786086816192373373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=4786086816192373373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4786086816192373373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/4786086816192373373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/09/after-class-i-headed-to-disgrace-of.html' title='Pyramid Quartet'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-7180221887286610922</id><published>2010-09-17T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T05:00:00.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immersing In Fear</title><content type='html'>Today for Drama class, we had to act out the feeling to total fear or level 10 fear. Each of us acted out as a victim of someone or something and Gary, our lecturer rated us. The requirements were to fall on the floor and make vocal sounds and ultimately, express the 'fear' you were experiencing. I say I did not do a good job. I could not express the amount of 'fear' I wanted to express because I was afraid that I would snap like what happened when I tried it at home. I got myself so scared I snapped and started to laugh hysterically, a reaction that was unintended and unwanted. Sheesh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got B+ on my second try of acting out 'fear'. Truth to be told, I really can't imagine level 10 fear. All the time, when I feared something, my brain would adjust myself to minimise the 'fear' I was having and then I would calm down. That even happened on the Space Shot the last time I was at Genting. I was scared at first of the height I was at but then I calmed down before the ride dropped and during the ride, it was pure thrill. I could even laugh at myself because of the way I was screaming on the Space Shot. But still, I won't dare to ride on the Space Shot again. But still I have this tiny urge to go on it again. Argh... Mixed feelings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was really impressed by most of my classmates who manage to pull it off in an amazing fashion! Kai was the first to get the first A- from Gary. Andrea, Laksh, Laura, Nick, Cardin, Wee, Ann Nee and others manage to pull it off amazingly! I was really impressed and also filled with negative energy at the same time because of the imaginations of trying to immerse myself in 'fear'. Well, after everyone finished the assignment, everyone got back to normal in no time. Professional actors huh? Haha.&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/6627783021305129353-7180221887286610922?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/7180221887286610922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=7180221887286610922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7180221887286610922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7180221887286610922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/09/immersing-in-fear.html' title='Immersing In Fear'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-5245108881917876593</id><published>2010-09-15T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:54:34.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring In The CD1s!</title><content type='html'>From a 20 people class, my class has become an almost 30 people class. Why? Simple, it's because our awesome people from CD1001-1 moved from DG1001-2 to our class! Yay! Chia, Cardin, Wee, Mal and Nick changed from DG2 to DG1. Now our class is filled with more of our people and it seems a whole lot more fun with all the noises made around me in surround system. Looking forward to an exciting semester of a new major! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though I've become not fond of some classes already...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-5245108881917876593?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/5245108881917876593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=5245108881917876593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5245108881917876593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5245108881917876593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/09/bring-in-cd1s.html' title='Bring In The CD1s!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-9015722896656613181</id><published>2010-09-15T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T05:10:44.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ʌiЯuｓ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Something really weird is happening on Blogger. First I found out that the little icon on the tab bar is corrupted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TJC0EzRUB0I/AAAAAAAABmY/3iX_s_3B9j8/s1600/Untitledbloggererror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TJC0EzRUB0I/AAAAAAAABmY/3iX_s_3B9j8/s320/Untitledbloggererror.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517107538104158018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I found that when I entered to make a new post, there were bullets on the type screen. Huh? Is this some server error? Is this a virus? Hope nothing goes wrong.&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/6627783021305129353-9015722896656613181?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/9015722896656613181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=9015722896656613181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/9015722896656613181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/9015722896656613181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/09/iu.html' title='ʌiЯuｓ?'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TJC0EzRUB0I/AAAAAAAABmY/3iX_s_3B9j8/s72-c/Untitledbloggererror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-7426148903326254465</id><published>2010-09-08T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:25:15.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once again I broke my Tetris record by completing the 15 levels of Tetris Marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I scored a whooping 709842 points!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abut college, DFA is again absent for today's class. This makes the first time he is absent for two days straight. Will he be absent again tomorrow? Or did he change classes? Or was he forced to retake second semester? Nobody know's for sure yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Kai manage to make it to class today but he kept feeling like puking. We manage to bring him back into the mood and I had a fun talk with him during lunch. That talk really made him turn back into the talkative Kai we all know. Hope he gets well as soon as possible. The class really feels less noisy as it should be since our class got separated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TIepZ0sfZnI/AAAAAAAABmA/Qhjee3Ez8-0/s1600/Untitledtetrisscore4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TIepZ0sfZnI/AAAAAAAABmA/Qhjee3Ez8-0/s320/Untitledtetrisscore4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514562529845536370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Chaozai maddafakka!" - Peter Chao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-7426148903326254465?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/7426148903326254465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=7426148903326254465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7426148903326254465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/7426148903326254465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/09/broken-once-again.html' title='Broken Once Again'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TIepZ0sfZnI/AAAAAAAABmA/Qhjee3Ez8-0/s72-c/Untitledtetrisscore4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-996974081579114789</id><published>2010-09-07T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T06:55:33.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Class: It's A Whole New Class!</title><content type='html'>Yay~ Semester 3 has finally started after a long three weeks of boredom. In our third semester at The One Academy, we enter our majors so we get separated from each other. Not really.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in class CD1001-1, most of us were going for digital animation so I still see my happy friendly familiar faces in my current class. There were two classes for digital animation so some of us are in the second class, Chia, Wee, Nick and Mal, just to name a few. I'm lucky to still have Wilson and Kai in my class. Our previous class's class representative, Laksh, active girl, Andrea are also in our boat. Cosplayers, Cheryl and fresh cosplayers, Emanuel and Jian Leng, the critical thinker, Laura and along with Kai's self-proclaimed arch enemy in pervertedness, Ann Nee, English power house, Wen Wei and awesome accent, Sharukh are also in my class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are not so new faces from CD1001-2 in my class as well. I recognise the twins and CCY. The new face and the only one from CD1001-3, a Korean girl is in my class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, our first class was Language and Communication in Design 3 class which is Drama class for short. It was awesome for a start. Our lecturer, Gary is friendly and fairly experienced. There were discussions and demos and a test to empty out our emotions for dramatic acting. Hahaha. Unfortunately Kai was absent today as he was not feeling well. I called him and he sounded so weak. Poor Kai. Cheryl joked about Kai still feeling unwell from the Space Shot they forced him to ride at the Genting trip. Too bad I did not go or I would have had the chance to see Kai on the Space Shot screaming his lungs out. Ahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, now I only have four days of classes! That means three day weekends! Woot! I got lots more free time and because we just entered our majors, the classes I have now doesn't seem assignment threatening. This semester for sure I must do my best! My second semester results did not look so good so I gotta work harder to bring up my marks. Go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-996974081579114789?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/996974081579114789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=996974081579114789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/996974081579114789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/996974081579114789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-class-its-whole-new-class.html' title='Back To Class: It&apos;s A Whole New Class!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-957888228818039548</id><published>2010-09-03T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T02:43:31.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop Pwned Kenada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I was so bored. Really bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SenzO talked to me today on MSN. I discussed to him about UTAU and what it does because I have not made any songs for my utauloids for a long time already because I don't know how to write music and I'm no perfect pitch. After SenzO left, I asked Ken some stuff about sharing UTAU with others. SenzO wanted the UTAU program so I guess it's okay to give it to him. Well, I manage to trick Ken. I pretended that my UTAU failed and the kanji all turned into weird symbols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TIDBzVWx_kI/AAAAAAAABlo/Bdg8cFq5p0w/s1600/DELET.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TIDBzVWx_kI/AAAAAAAABlo/Bdg8cFq5p0w/s320/DELET.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512619031551671874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth was, I print screen and Phtoshoped it. I guess print screen is the best damn button on this keyboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-957888228818039548?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/957888228818039548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=957888228818039548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/957888228818039548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/957888228818039548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/09/photoshop-pwned-kenada.html' title='Photoshop Pwned Kenada'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpH4c0OiEm8/TIDBzVWx_kI/AAAAAAAABlo/Bdg8cFq5p0w/s72-c/DELET.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-5758774388619872954</id><published>2010-08-31T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:06:08.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Pronouns And Anime Characters Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The following theory should not be taken seriously as it is not a valid theory. It is just a made up theory full of randomness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Har de har har.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night shortly after Wayne started our Sannin Kai meeting, the three of us, Wayne, Ken and I discussed about the different Japanese pronouns, 'I',  anime characters use and their characteristics. It all started with the new 'Tomodachi' Messenger Live Plus! sound Wayne made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomodachi: &lt;i&gt;"Boku dayo. Boku ga... Tomodachi dayo."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;For some reason, Ken doesn't like the sound and he asked "Why 'boku'?". From here onwards, Wayne came up with a reason impromptu by saying all villains use 'boku' (僕). He provided a valid example and that is that Yagami Light uses 'boku'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Light: &lt;i&gt;"Boku wa Kira desu!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Wayne proceeded with saying that 'watashi' (私) is for the good guys with the example, L uses 'watashi'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L: &lt;i&gt;"Watashi wa L desu~"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ken says he uses 'ore' (俺) in which Wayne proceeds and says that 'ore' is for losers. The first example was Suzaku. Ken defends himself by saying that Tsuna uses 'ore' in which Wayne says Tsuna &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a loser but he is not a total loser because when he goes into dying will mode his awesomeness deletes the title of 'loser'. I follow up with that Kamina uses 'ore' but because Kamina is so GAR, he is not a loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also mentioned Syaoran uses 'ore' but I'm not sure if that's right. I think I remember him using 'watashi' in which I conclude that this theory only applies to a small field of characters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-5758774388619872954?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/5758774388619872954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=5758774388619872954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5758774388619872954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5758774388619872954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/08/japanese-pronouns-and-anime-characters.html' title='Japanese Pronouns And Anime Characters Theory'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-8539958246903470145</id><published>2010-08-31T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:15:40.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Entry For A Merdeka Night</title><content type='html'>Tonight my family and I went to Bukit Raja AEON Jusco. Compared to the one in Bukit Tinggi, this one sucks. It's got only two floors and there's nothing much to see.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had dinner at Nando's. I found out that the Extra Peri-Peri is normal spicy to me. I was so excited when I ordered my chicken, I was thinking that after my meal I would be sweating and tearing and nose dripping but what happen was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Huh? This is extra spicy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You've got to be kidding me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If this is not super spicy, then what is Peri-Peri?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I ordered a set meal so I also got a chocolate ball for dessert. The chocolate ball was kinda like a constructivism ball of wonder. It was so round and fat (but small) that I wondered if there was anything inside the ball of chocolate. I imagined it to have a thick chocolate layer on the outside and a hot fudge center. Wow, if only imaginations come true. The chocolate ball was a paper thin layer of chocolate on the outside and a whole block of tough chocolate cake. Bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I checked my Deviantart and I saw some of Mal's new artworks. There was one that caught my eye and it was one of those Devious Fun pieces where you fill in the empty template. This one was about things that inspire you in your artworks. Just looking at what Mal filled in was no surprise. I guess I understood Mal's personality in just two semesters. I sometimes even forget that Mal is Malay. She behaves too Chinese, which is good, I guess. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-8539958246903470145?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/8539958246903470145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=8539958246903470145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8539958246903470145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8539958246903470145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/08/entry-for-merdeka-night.html' title='An Entry For A Merdeka Night'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-8827284579271062963</id><published>2010-08-31T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T04:46:23.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Entry For A Merdeka Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I killed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I killed my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate yaoi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hate, Hate, HATE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing much happened this evening. I just got into a 'curiosity kills the cat' situation by Wiki-ing 'Boku no Pico'. I heard of it many times from my college friends. They tease a lot about it during our Cameron trip. Well, just now Melvin mentioned about it because after I read the latest chapter of Prunus Girl, I felt a yaoi end so I put it up on my Facebook status update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-8827284579271062963?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/8827284579271062963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=8827284579271062963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8827284579271062963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8827284579271062963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/08/entry-for-merdeka-evening.html' title='An Entry For A Merdeka Evening'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-5695173789788155103</id><published>2010-08-31T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T02:27:21.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Entry For A Merdeka Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Well, after brunch, I kinda got to work. I had to drill holes in the walls of my bedroom so that I can put up brackets to hold my curtains. The Sun have been turning my room into an over sized oven for the past few months.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I don't like precised measurements, I did not get my points for the holes correct. It took me almost half an hour to get the holes pointed out anyway and some time for my mom to come and check. I had my awesome Vocaloid songs on shuffle playing on my Windows Media Player but thanks to the stupid weather, I had to shut down the computer just so in case it won't be struck by lightning. My sister was good enough today to cook instant noodles for me but she did not wash the pot so I had to wash it along with my bowl and chopsticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While everything was happening, I also discussed about my upcoming cosplay plans. I have come up with a list of who I can cosplay this year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sawada Tsunayoshi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maebara Keiichi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L Lawliet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kakimoto Chikusa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ichimaru Gin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madarame Ikkaku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomodachi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully I don't have to cosplay Ikkaku and Tomodachi. I don't wanna get bald and I don't wanna be head wrapped and be ripped off fun again. I took some time to find my old yo-yo after thinking about cosplaying Chikusa. Hm, hm. I don't think I can do Chikusa this year anyway. Denise agreed to lend me anything if I need help but I feel that I'm kind of leeching off her. She said it's okay though... Makes me feel like I'm losing my manly pride. Well, I'm not that manly anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-5695173789788155103?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/5695173789788155103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=5695173789788155103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5695173789788155103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/5695173789788155103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/08/entry-for-merdeka-afternoon.html' title='An Entry For A Merdeka Afternoon'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-3325078370596402298</id><published>2010-08-30T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:12:57.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Entry For A Merdeka Morning</title><content type='html'>We were all at the dining table having breakfast or should I say brunch together. After having my slices of toast, I went up to the cabinet to get a sachet of instant coffee. I stood on the stool and stretched out to reach for the container containing the coffee sachets. I opened it and,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Huh? BOH milk tea?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In confusion, I screamed and hollered, jumped and thrashed about, bash my head against and walls and smashed my teeth against the floor. I was furious, I was mad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"WHERE IS MY COFFEE?!?!?!?!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, that obviously did not happen. While I was confused with the milk tea in the container instead of my Nescafe coffee sachets, I looked around the cabinet and found another container of the same design containing the Nescafe coffee sachets. Oh dear, two last packets. I got down and made myself my hot cuppa joe. Mmmm~ What a Merdeka morning. It's almost like any other ordinary morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-3325078370596402298?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/3325078370596402298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=3325078370596402298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/3325078370596402298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/3325078370596402298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/08/entry-for-merdeka-morning.html' title='An Entry For A Merdeka Morning'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-6132698577790478707</id><published>2010-08-30T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:09:41.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon Head ともだち</title><content type='html'>Taylor's Asaban Fest 2010, organised by the Taylor's Anime Society, located at Taylor's Lakeside College. A day to remember like any other day, no, scratch that, a day to remember like any other anime convention that is almost as good as Comic Fiesta but wait, I did not have as much fun as those other anime conventions because my hearing and sight sight and almost all of my awareness of my surroundings were cut in half as I was cosplaying Tomodachi. From this I decided not to cosplay Tomodachi unless I'm really out of options.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad dropped me at Taylor's Lakeside College Campus around 9:45 in the morning. There I met up with Melvin, Priscilla, Abby and Tecky. We had to wait outside for a while for the doors to open and outside at the Cosplay Cafe was where I saw Cheryl and Emanuel. Abby is again Squalo Superbi. I'm not familiar with Cheryl's cosplay but Emanuel was an awesome Ulquiorra. It took him about an hour to put on all the makeup though. Their friend Yumi was there as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As mentioned above, I cosplayed Tomodachi and I regretted it. There was so many thing happening around me but I couldn't see and so I missed out a lot of things. Well, I got fed up with cosplaying as Tomodachi because I really got annoying thinking about all the awesome things happening around me and I can't see them clearly. This is different from at GAMP because GAMP was small and didn't really have a big awesome response. TAF here, is big and there was a huge number of cosplayers around! I had to get out of my blinding mask and take photos! Here I learnt a lesson. Never cosplay characters that will half blind you at big events, you will regret it, big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I cosplayed for about three hours and stopped. I took this chance to take photos of other cosplayers and joined Yati in the RPG game the Taylor's Anime Society members made. Without my mask, I got to eat. Yes! EAT! And I got to talk to Jun Ee properly. He said he said 'Hi.' to me while I was cosplaying but did not get a reply from me. Yes, the reason is that I was half deaf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asaban had two sessions. One was the day session and the other is the night session. The name, Asaban (朝晩) basically mean 'day and night' with '&lt;i&gt;asa&lt;/i&gt;' (朝) meaning '&lt;i&gt;day&lt;/i&gt;' and '&lt;i&gt;ban&lt;/i&gt;' (晩) meaning '&lt;i&gt;night&lt;/i&gt;'. As the day session came close to an end, I put on my mask again just to satisfy the cosplay side of me. Little did I know that the whole time I was cosplaying, I looked like a balloon head. After the day session came to an end, Kuui and Yati got their hands on free food because the people selling them got desperate to give them away. Kuui was a member of the TAS and he helped out that day, he took a lot takoyaki and chicken burgers and made them his dinner. There was this stall selling Japanese traditional stall food like yakisoba, okonomiyaki, tori katsu and sort. Around this time, they were giving away a buy one free one offer. I got some tori katsu and yakiudon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, the three of us left for Ikano by bus. The rest of the night is a different story now. A stressful but enjoyable story. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-6132698577790478707?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/6132698577790478707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=6132698577790478707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6132698577790478707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/6132698577790478707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/08/balloon-head.html' title='Balloon Head ともだち'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-2226561456819118190</id><published>2010-08-26T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:13:59.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15</title><content type='html'>Today I just learned that Tetris Marathon has 15 levels and I never knew that before.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was playing Tetris Friends as usual on Facebook when suddenly, the game ended even though my bricks did not touch the top. I was shocked and surprised and question shot through my head:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Why did it stop?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'My highest score this week?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'65,742 points?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'What's going on?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'What shall I have for lunch?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Is this some bug or something?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Did the game get fed up with me and stopped?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'What's happening?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then I realised that there was only 15 levels in Tetris Marathon and that I came to an end of the marathon. Oooohh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-2226561456819118190?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/2226561456819118190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=2226561456819118190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2226561456819118190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/2226561456819118190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/08/15.html' title='15'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-8723287309267794097</id><published>2010-08-26T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T02:04:22.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine You See Someone Smiling In Their Sleep And Then Waking Up While Laughing. Isn't That Weird Or What?</title><content type='html'>This morning I had one of the most funniest dreams I had in my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was dreaming that I moved into this typical nice house that you see in American dramas or movies. In celebration, I joined some friends at a McDonald's outlet. There, there was a birthday party going on. So there was this Ronald McDonald for the birthday boy. While the Ronald was trying to get the children to play, a kid sprayed water at his face with a super soaker. The Ronald tries to ignore it but then his thick make up busted and it was so funny! His face looked like a blown up pie, the thick make up opened up like a flower and his real face behind all that make up turned white from the wet white powder. It was so funny I was laughing in my dream and I woke up while laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I went back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-8723287309267794097?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/8723287309267794097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=8723287309267794097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8723287309267794097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/8723287309267794097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/08/imagine-you-see-someone-smiling-in.html' title='Imagine You See Someone Smiling In Their Sleep And Then Waking Up While Laughing. Isn&apos;t That Weird Or What?'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627783021305129353.post-829009474476770951</id><published>2010-08-25T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:04:49.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Überraschung!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we celebrated a surprise birthday party for Mal at Sunway Pyramid.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plan was kinda messy but it worked out somehow. Wilson, Wee, Ann Nee, Andrea, Victor, Suet Ling and I met up outside Fullhouse restaurant. Earlier, Wilson and I made a reservation and handed the cake we bought to the staff. Laura, Nick and Mal were already at Sunway Pyramid. Laura and Nick were to bring Mal to Fullhouse after everything was ready. Kai and Yi-Vonne could not make it in time to be part of the surprise group but they made it for the song and cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the food, Yi-Vonne had other things to deal with so she left us. We headed for the bowling alley as voted. At the first game, Mal, Wee, Wilson, Andrea, Ann Nee, Victor and I played. Then some people had to go back and others wanted to hang around the Pyramid. Wee wanted to play another round so I stayed with him and we played. This went on until we played four games. The third game, Suet Ling joined us, the fourth game, there was Wee, Wilson, Ann Nee, Nicole and I. We got really tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, Mal went home. There was Wee, Wilson, Kai, Suet Ling, Ann Nee, Nicole and I left. We went to the arcade and some of us tried DDR. We hanged around for around half an hour and I left. The end. I'm so tired... Even after sleeping, I'm still tired but hey, I wanna play bowling again. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627783021305129353-829009474476770951?l=questionshinobi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/feeds/829009474476770951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6627783021305129353&amp;postID=829009474476770951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/829009474476770951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627783021305129353/posts/default/829009474476770951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://questionshinobi.blogspot.com/2010/08/uberraschung.html' title='Überraschung!'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10057119338140939235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofIb8xJ5090/TZDOoqgq2iI/AAAAAAAABsc/RNNC_civks0/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B23.22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
