<?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-3213426450222063073</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:50:30.096+08:00</updated><category term='Steven Gerrard'/><category term='Tennis'/><category term='crazy episode'/><category term='MAA 08'/><category term='jamie carragher'/><category term='Daniel Agger'/><category term='kyle patrick'/><category term='iker casillas'/><category term='the last lecture.'/><category term='Review'/><category term='paulo coelho'/><category term='Ryan Babel'/><category term='The Alchemist'/><category term='blahhh'/><category term='Sports - Liverpool'/><category term='the click five'/><category term='John Arne Riise'/><category term='Once'/><category term='matthew mitcham'/><category term='euro 08'/><category term='Lucas Leiva'/><category term='out and about'/><category term='Rafa Benitez'/><category term='randy pausch'/><category term='peter crouch'/><category term='Sami Hyypia'/><category term='Sports - F1'/><category term='P.S. 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No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie was saying that I should make an announcement of that sort just in case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The reason that I am not blogging here is that I don't have the time at all. This semester is so hectic, like I've never imagined or experienced before. I feel like I have no life, except school works. Which is beyond frustrating and stressful. I've tried to blog at theovelove.org, but thing is, the entries are becoming more scarce by the days and I have almost nothing worth blogging about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, I'm sorry if I haven't get in touch with you lately, or I haven't been reading your blogs or spamming your cbox lately. Oh, regarding the latter, the connection of Ixora is NOT helping at all. Stupid connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Enough ranting, and for those of you who haven't give up on me, see you over at theonelove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-2224249898069672934?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2224249898069672934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=2224249898069672934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2224249898069672934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2224249898069672934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-im-not-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4181540371778259716</id><published>2008-11-08T01:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:11:27.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On 13th November, let's write "love" on our arms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...because it's the 2nd Annual To Write Love On Her Arms Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SRSESUorOfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MOvjckwslwc/s400/z132061897.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Earlier tonight when Gordon asked me for help with his project on individual and community in the context of youth depression, suicide and etc - I immediately think of To Write Love On Her Arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes, all it takes to make a difference is for the individual to find the community. To realize that they are not alone, and to find hope. And TWLOHA is exactly that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It is the story of Renee which finds its audience through Jamie a little more than 2 years ago. When Jamie met her, she was 19. Cocaine is fresh in her system, and she cuts herself. After talking to Jamie, she decided that she will go for rehab. But, the treatment center refused to accept her because with a fresh open wound in the form of "FUCK UP" on her arm - they said she was too great of a risk. Jamie and his friends took her in for the next 5 days before she was accepted into rehab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As an effort to finance her rehab fee, he decided to set up a fund for her on Myspace. He wrote the story about her and that 5 days they spent with her. Remembering the scars on her arms, he titled it - To Write Love On Her Arms. He asked her, what would she say if her story has an audience, she replied - "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;People going through the same thing as Renee stumbled upon the story on Myspace and started sharing their own stories. People who lost someone through suicides or have friends suffering from depression asked what can they do to help. And Jamie and his friends responded to this influx of messages and emails to which he described it as - "It felt as though we had stumbled upon a bigger story, and a conversation that needed to be had."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And then, we have the TWLOHA today. Providing hope and help through music in the form of rock concerts. In Jamie's word, "borrowing the stage of the band before the concert starts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The impact of TWLOHA is by far the greatest of the non-profit organizations that I've seen. And impact like this is possible because despite the fact that it is a crazy world that we are living in, all of us feel and to certain extent we want to impact the world but we can't do it on our own. So, to find the balance between protecting ourselves and bringing impact to the world, we find a new solution. And I would like to think that by giving my best in charitable communities of this sort, like The One Love, would make up for my day to day omissions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Read Renee's story by Jamie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twloha.com/page.php?id=6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;P.S. You can contribute to TWLOHA through reading some of the blogs on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://theonelove.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;TOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; because quite a number of the bloggers chose to have the profits generated from the traffic of their pages donated to TWLOHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-4181540371778259716?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4181540371778259716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4181540371778259716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4181540371778259716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4181540371778259716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-13th-november-lets-write-love-on-our.html' title='On 13th November, let&apos;s write &quot;love&quot; on our arms...'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SRSESUorOfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/MOvjckwslwc/s72-c/z132061897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-5867067192576181566</id><published>2008-11-06T22:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:13:12.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SRMD6XF-ZxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N8nFDbFCuMU/s400/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My guilty pleasure at the moment. Heheh. I didn't even know they are back again(no matter what, quote them) until I was checking out Keane's album in Bangkok and saw that instead. One moment I'll be laughing at how cheesy the lyrics is (I love you the way you love me ohhh~) and the next I'll be indulging in Ronan Keating's beautiful voice. He's the only one that is worth all the trouble of searching for(and you have no idea how hard it is) and downloading the album. I am pretty sure my essay about his music(alongside Simple Plan) in SPM got me that A1 in 1119. And he is still &lt;3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I can't believe I'm a teenie all over again because of Boyzone. Ronan. Whatever. This album is so cheesy and yet impossibly addictive at the same time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And some Little Luis' homecoming pictures from the match against Atletico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SRMHItI8M1I/AAAAAAAAAc0/5I2DKuvEB30/s400/jokercd4.jpg" /&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;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SRMHY0Y3gpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/XR1Ex-fW3_s/s400/2259759xo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SRMHRSQ25XI/AAAAAAAAAc8/OIapRIHYX-c/s400/PROP081104-27-Liverpool_Atletico.jpg" /&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Stevie and his number 9s. Heheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And Danny in training before the Atletico match. A picture of him never fails to make my day! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SRMIl0R5pRI/AAAAAAAAAdM/fdD4G0qHunU/s400/080713-008-Liverpool_training.jpg" /&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So cute can melt, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-5867067192576181566?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5867067192576181566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=5867067192576181566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5867067192576181566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5867067192576181566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-guilty-pleasure-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SRMD6XF-ZxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N8nFDbFCuMU/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8898363948960492867</id><published>2008-11-05T06:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:24:37.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy 26th Birthday Chris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SRDKKvsIBUI/AAAAAAAAAck/HTw-9bdyGgE/s400/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Gotta wish him proper this time because I mistakenly wished him on the 5th of October thinking it was November already. Exam stress, you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Like most brother, he is pain in the behind sometimes. But, most of the time, I'm just glad to have him. Hey, after all, I'm who I'm today because of him. Football and Liverpool wise. Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, happy birthday bugger. And thank you very muchly for sending my WAG pictures to Ru. By the way, I don't think Danish footballers' wifeys and girlfriends are called WAG, guys. =P I will ask Danny what should I be called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8898363948960492867?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8898363948960492867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8898363948960492867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8898363948960492867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8898363948960492867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-26th-birthday-chris-gotta-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SRDKKvsIBUI/AAAAAAAAAck/HTw-9bdyGgE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8961111124647902330</id><published>2008-11-05T05:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T05:56:05.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So we needed a late late late penalty to equalize. Credits to Atletico's defending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And yeah Danny should've scored a hat trick with the chances that he's got. Carra had a great shot late in the match as well. But wait, are we really depending on centerbacks to score goals now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Screw Keane. We miss you Nando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Gordon said, "I got lessons tomorrow, this is so not worth it." I said, "I got nothing to do tomorrow, this is still not worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You know we are screwed up when the supporters start leaving the Kop 1 minute away from full time. The Kop. On a European night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The only highlight of the match was seeing Luis Garcia making a return at Anfield...until the penalty. Foul or alleged foul, whatever. We got the point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This blog is all over the places but I'm tired. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And we love you Luis Garcia! &lt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The supporters had showed more passion towards him coming onto the pitch than towards our own players tonight. Yes, we love you Little Luis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8961111124647902330?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8961111124647902330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8961111124647902330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8961111124647902330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8961111124647902330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-we-needed-late-late-late-penalty-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-7787167261186029980</id><published>2008-11-01T19:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:12:17.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, school starts in a week. Absolutely dreading the thoughts already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Been up to nothing much after the Bangkok trip, except sleeping, catching up with my novels, catching with the shows, eating, and more sleeping. Not gonna blog about the trip here cause I already did on TOL(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonelove.org/mayyie"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;clicky here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;!). My part at least. Chris will be covering his part soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But, one thing worth mentioning - best thing that happened on the trip if we take the Khao San Road experience out - we freaking beat Chelsea!!! =) And is on top of the PL table! Ended their unbeaten run at the Bridge. It was the Xabi who said, "we'll bust them at the Bridge" who scored the only goal of the match in which we outplayed Chelsea in EVERY minute of the match! We totally scream and shouted our heads off in the room during final whistle. And as a result - I went to bed with throbbing headaches and my heart is beating so fast that I thought I'm going to die anytime soon. No, adrenaline from the win did not cause that. In fact, it was caused by gulping Singha beer. Normally I know my limit and is smart enough to take small sips instead of gulping it but I was too high you see. But, it tastes great! Sorry, Carlsberg, Singha is now my new love. Oh, one more thing, football with Thai commentary and pundits is hilarious!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I never know there is a "Pics for the girls" thread on RAWK until now. And lookie what I found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Xabi with little Jon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SQxFAaZWykI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gykQPHBp27U/s400/xabi1za3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SQxFXTCRsDI/AAAAAAAAAcM/r3tVS8sgiPY/s400/xabi2ps0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SQxFjPhGoVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/RZ62EPBNdHc/s400/xabi3ym2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Isn't he officially the cutest, sexiest dad ever? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And I just find this too adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SQxGkw5rOxI/AAAAAAAAAcc/61rvSxt5tbw/s400/x-aa8de7ac-9826-4d27-ac5e-45e3c5c77.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We are beating Spurs tonight. Yes, we must. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-7787167261186029980?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7787167261186029980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=7787167261186029980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7787167261186029980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7787167261186029980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-school-starts-in-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SQxFAaZWykI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gykQPHBp27U/s72-c/xabi1za3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8915530379520123825</id><published>2008-10-14T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:38:02.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I thought it was about time to update this blog, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have been writing over at The One Love since I last updated and things are going great! I'm enjoying more and more there but at the same time I  vow to not let this blog die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) I said I intent to keep this blog when I started it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Good enough reason, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, I'm supposed to study for the Computer Law paper on Thursday. But here I am, blogging. Straight after The One Love. Back to back updates. Not because I didn't try to study, not because I'm not worry about failing, but simply because even Islamic Law seems to make more sense to me that this idiotic subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Need.some.eye.candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SPOU3MRtFLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lrHKGJOCa7k/s400/cassidy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Michael Cassidy aka Charlie Hogan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He is sweeter than anything! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right, am back to study. Good luck peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8915530379520123825?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8915530379520123825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8915530379520123825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8915530379520123825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8915530379520123825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/10/helloooo.html' title='Helloooo.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SPOU3MRtFLI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lrHKGJOCa7k/s72-c/cassidy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-802899942293892263</id><published>2008-09-18T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:26:17.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm theonelove.org trial blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yes, Ben Romans' The One Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Imagine the excitement I feel when I got the email from Cassie, one of the founders of the project. Apparently they are working towards opening the site for the general public and they need new bloggers on board. I have no idea what a "trial" blogger is exactly and how does it work, but who cares? Anything to be part of this awesome project!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, as of now, I got a blog on the website and a charity I chose to support. Just like Ben Romans and the others artists, producers, etc etc. Ok, not exactly like them since my blog won't be featured on the right tab but in the 'blogs' instead. Oh, you get the picture. Go Jade's blog to learn more. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://theonelove.org/jade/blog/show/378"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Clikcy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The traffic of my blog will generate revenue and it goes to International Justice Mission (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ijm.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;clicky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;), which is the charity organisation I chose to support. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, go sign up, read the blogs, comment and start doing some charity people! There are some pretty damn amazing blogs on there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I have no idea what to blog about yet after my very 1st post, yeah, I'm totally blank. I obviously can't go on and on about my mundane life on there. Well, I'll figure it out later. In the mean time, here the link - http://theonelove.org/mayyie :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-802899942293892263?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/802899942293892263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=802899942293892263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/802899942293892263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/802899942293892263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-theoneloveorg-trial-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m theonelove.org trial blogger!'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-1179862966881381048</id><published>2008-09-17T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:01:28.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, I went back home last weekend. I brought back my Islamic Law notes to do the assignment and Tort Law text book to do the studying. But, I spent most of the Friday sleeping. And most of Saturday reading blankly from a book my dad borrowed from his colleague called "Pengantar smth smth smth Syariat", yeap, in Malay, for the assignment. Since I don't even understand the title of the book, it's not surprising that I don't get a single thing from the texts inside as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So much trouble for one assignment but it turned out we didn't even need to present at all, because there's not enough time. But hey, we are not complaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyway, since I was totally bored and refused to touch the Tort book, I decided to utilize the good connection at home and downloaded some new music. And this, is a pretty good album which I have not heard for a while now. Beautiful lyrics on top of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SNCAVzfCNII/AAAAAAAAAb0/vKLmvdpo05g/s400/61H7iwbyXWL._SS500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Go download it/buy it/burn it/whatever. It's worth a listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oh, and I can't wait for Jon McLaughlin's new album. Even though I am pretty sure nothing on the album will top Beautiful Disaster and Indiana from his first. But still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYLu-RB-Lqs&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jon McL singing Beautiful Disaster with a piano. Most beautiful piano performance I've seen. Wanted to embed the thing but it was disabled by request. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-1179862966881381048?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1179862966881381048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=1179862966881381048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1179862966881381048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1179862966881381048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-went-back-home-last-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SNCAVzfCNII/AAAAAAAAAb0/vKLmvdpo05g/s72-c/61H7iwbyXWL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4098982671402138395</id><published>2008-09-17T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:35:54.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Gerrard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Agger'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's all well for Liverpool in the CL so far. We won 2-1 against Marseille. Didn't watch the match but Stevie scored both goals. So, you legend Stevie! His form is always great right after he came back from injury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;He's NOT the only one. Having missed most of last season due to a metatarsal injury(Damn those Adidas boots!), Danny Agger was superb during pre-season. But the great form of Carra and Skrtel means Danny is denied 1st team action since the start of the season. So, reports from Denmark say he's unhappy at the club and with his contract running out by the end of this year, he's hinting that he might quit the club during the January transfer window because Liverpool has yet to make a new offer for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Rick 'the snake' Parry says they are drafting out a new contract for him and both he and Rafa assured Danny that he's in the club's long term plan. Phewwww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's understandable why he is frustrated. When you know you are as good as the other two, if not better in certain aspects, but still can't even make the bench in some of the matches, who wouldn't be? But, keep the faith Danny Boy, keep the faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;At times like this is why I like the picture of him laughing opened mouth in the sun so much. Oh, Ru did a painting of that, and it's on her blog(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetapirscouch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;clicky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;). The drawing is freaking good! Ahahah, and she named it "Danny for May". Thanks girl! The painting made my day! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-4098982671402138395?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4098982671402138395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4098982671402138395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4098982671402138395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4098982671402138395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-all-well-for-liverpool-in-cl-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-6461756705919144559</id><published>2008-09-14T12:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:32:58.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SMyThQ7VmGI/AAAAAAAAAbs/PN0Uo9EPSb0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SMyThQ7VmGI/AAAAAAAAAbs/PN0Uo9EPSb0/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245729865668597858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Liverpool 2 - Manchester 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I feel so fucking good that words can't describe. You know it's that kind of happiness that you walk around grinning for no apparent reason, and even after a night of sleep, you still wake up grinning and feeling great? That's the kind of mood all we Kopites are in right now, you bet. To see the face of that Fungusface when their goalie and defender screwed up and sitting on the bench sulking, when our super sub Babel scored the winning goal! In contrast, Sammy Lee's reaction when Babel scored the winner is priceless. Well, as usual, Rafa is yelling FURTHER instructions at the player and looking at his watch and being emotionless when Babel scored. So, you go Sammy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, we are cursed against them? Rubbish. We totally outplayed them so much that in the 2nd half it makes you wonder did they even show up at all. And at long last, we have a fair referee who don't crack under pressure for a match like this. And take that Vidic, for trying to kill Xabi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's ridiculous that this being the 4th match of the season to have people start talking about our chances of challenging the title based on this single match. But we all know that's exactly what is going to happen. We lose, they say, that's it, Liverpool still can't do it. They play rubbish football. But with a win like this, you bet it boosts the players confidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Let's see where we are 6 months down the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-6461756705919144559?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6461756705919144559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=6461756705919144559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6461756705919144559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6461756705919144559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/09/liverpool-2-manchester-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SMyThQ7VmGI/AAAAAAAAAbs/PN0Uo9EPSb0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-2521718985226897016</id><published>2008-09-13T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:35:53.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm so pissed now even eating 2 Mars Bars in a row did not help. No, it has nothing to with the match. I mean it's not even kick-off yet. It's more to do with annoying and insensitive people. You know sometimes, it is really not PMS, it's just people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Okay, maybe it has a little bit to do with the match. Formation's out, Agger is not even on the bench. You know who are? Stevie and Nando. Ok, Steve and Nando are not 100% fit. That's why they took the places on the bench, but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Step up, lads, time to step up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, Keane vs. Berbatov. You keep talking Keano...let's show us something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Let's hope 2 hours later, I won't feel the need of eating another 2 Mars Bars, because I'm totally out of stock. And it's going to be 2 weekends in a row and I believe weekends like this drive people to kill themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When.Can.I.Go.Bali.Already.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-2521718985226897016?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2521718985226897016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=2521718985226897016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2521718985226897016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2521718985226897016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-so-pissed-now-even-eating-2-mars.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-5677899253500465124</id><published>2008-09-13T14:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:28:58.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Gerrard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamie carragher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Agger'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SMtYIRjVpDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/0MNObxZnrNk/s400/120908-train-5.jpg" /&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SMtYfBdhSsI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jl0ukldCC8g/s400/120908-train-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;They are fit. They are back in training. I say, "bring it on, Mancs!" Can't freaking wait for the match tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyway, I think I'm much more used to seeing the lads in the jerseys or training kits than the stuff below. Seriously, they should stick to football and forget all about modeling. Maybe Xabi is the only one who can do it right with the sex look he has. I mean he looks good without trying too hard. Unlike uhmm, say, Stevie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SMtZjrKoa2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/oocqleU81Qg/s400/Stevie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But man, Stevie can "pose". With a smile as well. But what's with the legs Captain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SMtakbETHbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/tZSw9ppERf4/s400/Carra.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Carra: "Someone fucking get me outta here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And *drum rolls*, my Agger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SMtbCe78D8I/AAAAAAAAAbk/BgwC2ZCTHXY/s400/agger-topj.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Okay, I'm not even going to think of how thin he looks. He needs to gain some pounds back. But just look at those tatts! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Epitome of sexiness, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-5677899253500465124?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5677899253500465124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=5677899253500465124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5677899253500465124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5677899253500465124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-are-fit.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SMtYIRjVpDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/0MNObxZnrNk/s72-c/120908-train-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-2024675330467051534</id><published>2008-09-11T20:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:01:56.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SMkTiS8xH7I/AAAAAAAAAa4/P-72LrtY3Tw/s400/dreamland3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There is something about this picture. It tranquilizes me. Maybe it's the colour, maybe its the surfer, or the girl holding the camera. Or maybe it's simply because it is Dreamland Beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yes, I'm looking ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Things have been pretty shitty for a while now. It's just all these little things pilling up. Like acid reflux. I have no idea what that is precisely but I learnt it from House. I need a getaway, or a good vent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, it's THE match this Saturday. With both Stevie and Nando out, we'll see. Robbie Keane to score the winning goal anyone? And if Agger is still given the holy task of warming the bench, I shall march into Rafa's office and demand an explanation. But then again, looking at Sami who was left out of CL due to the stupid 8 home grown players new rule, maybe it isn't that bad for Agger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I might be going back to Segamat tomorrow. Depends on whether the roomie and I can get the tickets or not. Keeping my fingers crossed, cause I miss my red colour bedroom. And basically everything in it down to my bolster. My newly purchased Barney one in my room here just doesn't really do it. I think Barney doesn't amuse me as much anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Happy Mooncake/Lantern Festival! Who thinks Chang Er is overrated, hands up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;: I'm going home tomorrow morning, yeshhh. Just got the tickets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-2024675330467051534?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2024675330467051534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=2024675330467051534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2024675330467051534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2024675330467051534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-something-about-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SMkTiS8xH7I/AAAAAAAAAa4/P-72LrtY3Tw/s72-c/dreamland3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8335786056933975349</id><published>2008-09-06T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:25:55.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baila El Chiki Chiki. This is the song which represented Spain in the Eurovision 2008 in Belgrade which was held in May. It is not the most intellectual songs among those applied. But, oh well, Spain voted. And it is no doubt a fun song. I mean listening to the singer pronouncing "Michael Jackson" as "Michael Yeakksohn" is already something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/udVl4XNx4PM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/udVl4XNx4PM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;However, listening to it while applying nail polish is a no-no. Reminds me of Residente Calle 13. "Atrevete-te-te..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did our drama presentation for Malaysian Studies yesterday. The topic is message of unity through advertisements. I played Mrs. William who married an Englishman and I don't discriminate. I feel like a hypocrite, you know with all the trying to convince people of something I don't believe in, and never will. "There is no difference between Malaysian Malay, Malaysian Chinese and Malaysian Indian", "Be colour blind, be united". I mean who are we kidding. But that aside, we got 13/15 for the drama. Considering that we only came up with the script last Monday and practiced for 2 days, and taken into account the technical errors which we can't solve after 40 minutes the morning itself, I'd say it's all good.&lt;/span&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8335786056933975349?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8335786056933975349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8335786056933975349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8335786056933975349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8335786056933975349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/09/baila-el-chiki-chiki.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4838683195934127343</id><published>2008-09-02T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:43:02.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robbie keane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Gerrard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albert riera'/><title type='text'>It's Bye Finn, and Bienvenido Riera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As our performance go from bad to worse, we draw positive(hopefully) from the a new signing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We drew the Villa match. We were shite. We were clueless. We played so badly that it's a good thing that I was in a bad mood before the match even started hence I couldn't feel any worse during the match. I have never, ever see the team play like this before. Ok, maybe I have, but we suck so much that even that isn't the point. There was one occasion, one occasion, that we can win the match and get the 3 points and a perfect record heading into the international break. But, all I have to say is "DAMN YOU, ROBBIE KEANE!" If it was Nando, okay,no need Nando, even Voronin can score that goal! Got return policy or not ar? Or is good sold not returnable. As if losing Stevie to groin injury after the Liege match and Keane blowing that super nice set up from Masch is not bad enough, Nando pulled his hamstring. Words is that he'll be out for 3 weeks. Just great, we got Mancs after the international break. This is just great. IF only we have David Villa. Damn Yanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amidst all those, a positive note is that we signed a left winger. Albert Riera from Espanyol. Apparently he's a good player. And we do need width in the squad. So, hopefully, he'll prove to be a good signing. But, as part of the deal(which we'll see Rafa/the club deny it later), Finnan is gone. The Steve Finnan who's so consistent, who used to play for us week in week out, until Alvie was signed. So, thank you Finnan! You'll always be our unsung hero and Irish Matt Damon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SL0lv4awPWI/AAAAAAAAAao/XYYpkFK328k/s400/albert+riera.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And welcome to the club, Riera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-4838683195934127343?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4838683195934127343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4838683195934127343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4838683195934127343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4838683195934127343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-bye-finn-and-bienvenido-riera.html' title='It&apos;s Bye Finn, and Bienvenido Riera!'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SL0lv4awPWI/AAAAAAAAAao/XYYpkFK328k/s72-c/albert+riera.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8288146040511321932</id><published>2008-09-02T18:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:29:10.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How's your Merdeka break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, I'm back in Melaka. Did quite a lot of traveling these few days, especially yesterday. Went to KLIA in the morning to send cousin sister off to Taiwan to further study. The 1 year age gap between us and being the only 2 girls among the cousins mean that the 2 of us were inseparable when we were younger. I remember how I used to look forward and get all excited when her family is coming back to Segamat from KL. And we will spend hours talking about LeeHom(our obsession back then), and just about anything in the universe. These talking usually continue into late night much to the annoyance of our parents, because we were supposed to sleep early and blahh. As the years passed by, we seem to have grew apart with each of us having a new set of friends and hold different values towards life. But, the bond created when we were young, is nonetheless, still there. So, take good care of yourself, En She!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After KLIA, we traveled to Seremban. Haven't been there in ages. And my close friends probably know my story with Seremban, but to put it simply, Seremban is my 2nd home, godmum's place is the only place beside my own home that I feel completely at ease with. Godsis and the baby boy is back in Seremban from Singapore, so it's really nice to see them. He and godbro's daughter make the cutest baby ever. Whatever one does, the other will copy. Be it climbing up the couch, chairs, table or whatever you can think of, or dancing and singing, or drawing on the floor with colour pencil. It's like seeing a pair of cartoon characters in motion! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I completely dread classes. And assignments. Feel like staying in Seremban for a few more days. I love spending time there cause it takes my mind off everything! Without Internet connection there, I only occupy myself with sleeping, eating, spending time with the kids, and a very little amount of TV.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8288146040511321932?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8288146040511321932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8288146040511321932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8288146040511321932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8288146040511321932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/09/hows-your-merdeka-break-so-im-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-1614605088131785215</id><published>2008-08-31T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:11:37.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I watch ONE concert, ONE concert in my 20 years of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Are they going to make me feel guilty about it forever? It is not a crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No Agger, still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-1614605088131785215?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1614605088131785215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=1614605088131785215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1614605088131785215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1614605088131785215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-watch-one-concert-one-concert-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-3615581258385855038</id><published>2008-08-31T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:27:32.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;By Ru. It has been ages lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A. Alberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Do you love this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Urgh, as a friend, si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Is this person your enemy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Would you kiss this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No also la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;B. Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) What do you really think of this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He's an ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) What's his favorite colour? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Ever dance with them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;C. Carmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Do you have a crush on this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Have you ever had a crush on them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is getting annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) How old is she? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pretty sure she's 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;D. Darren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) How long have you known him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A year or 2 I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Biggest regret? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Urhmm, don't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Do you hate this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No la, duh. He's my footie "kaki" leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E. Ethan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (really can't think of any of my friend's which name starts with E, so yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Have you met his parents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Worst thing about this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Flashing his red brief at us during the concert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Best thing about this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Being Ethan. Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;F. Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Have you ever dated this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) When is the next time you will see him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No idea. But probably not anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Do you go to school with him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;G. Gordon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Is he/she a good listener? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes, he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Have you ever lied to make this person feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Is this person good looking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In a nerdy way! Something like Chuck, sans the curly hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;H. (Wun)Hwui, Wunnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (okay, I'm not really following the rules here, but who cares.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) What grade are they in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Graduating from Monash like really soon. So I don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Is he/she your friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes, one of the closest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Ever done something illegal with this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Uhmm, don't think so. Unless you count going into Planet Hollywood underage(myself, not her) illegal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I. Ivan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) What is this person's favorite food? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have not a single clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) How did you met this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;College, sorta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Do you trust him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Probably, maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;J. Jayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Do they have any siblings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Do you know their favorite song? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Urhmm, one of Click's I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) What would you do if they confessed they like you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Run. Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;K. Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) How old were you when you first met? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;18 or 19 I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) How did you met? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Through cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Ever dance with this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Not that I recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;L. Li Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) What would you do if you have a crush on this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How about it will NEVER happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Do you like him/her as a friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Of course! Fellow Clickers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Would you go to Disney World with this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;M. Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Is this person older than you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Is this person single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) How many times do you talk to them in a week? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Depends. When we talk, we talk real long though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;N. Nanthini, Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Is this person your boyfriend/girlfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She is my sister/frister :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Have you seen this person cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nope, she's a tough one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Do you know this person's middle name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O. Ong Wei Hern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Are you related? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Does being Liverpool supporters count? I mean we are a big family what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Could you live with this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) What school do they go to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Last I checked, he's still in INTI Nilai? I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;P. Pang, FM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Have you ever been to the mall with this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;More like a supermarket in my hometown. There is no mall in Segamat, you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) How about a sleepover with them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tonnes. Those were the times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Does this person has a job? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Q. Q Jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Does this person drink alcohol? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeah, once or twice I think. When we girls were out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Have you seen this person dance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hahah no, but I don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Who does he/she like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh, no brainer. Micky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;R. Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Have you heard this person sing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nope. If only I was there when she did the Avril thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Do you think this person will repost this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hmm, haven't seen any meme on her blog, so I doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) When does this person look best? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;With anything butterfly on! Cause we are the butterflies girls lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;S. Shanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Is this person taller than you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think we are of the same height.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Do you enjoy spending time with him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Definitely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Do they live close to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you consider Hong Kong or soon to be Liverpool close, then yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;T. Tan Pei Ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Would you do anything for him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Within my power, then yes for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Would you been to his/her house? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Am supposed to this coming Saturday! Urghh. *will try to see if there's any other way to avoid duty. heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Where does he/she lives? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Damansara if I'm not mistaken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;U. Unterweger, Fabian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Is this person in a relationship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) When is the last time you saw him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Last year when he was in Melaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) What colour hair does this person has? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Brown if I remember correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;V. Vernette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Does she has a crush on you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wait, let me ask her. Duh, what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Would you hug this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Of course, hugged her and will hug her again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) Is this person your friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She's my mei. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;W. Winnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Is this person loud or quiet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In between I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Describe this person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Energetic, Artistic, Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) What colour eyes does this person has? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;X. Xabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (I have no friend which name starts with X okay.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Why are you friends with him/her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cause he's Ru's Xabi. Ok, I'm not friend with him, fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Have you ever gone anywhere with them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeah, Anfield. I wish la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) What is the one thing you would change about them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ru says his tackling skills lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Y. Yee Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Does this person wear make-up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Does this person play any instrument? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) What is their favorite sport? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Z. Zachary Levi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (Whose name starts with Z?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1) Does this person has MSN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Like I'll have his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2) Has you ever made out with this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No la. *slaps forehead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3) When will you see this person next? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Uhm, never?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rightttt, all done. This has gotta be the longest meme I've ever done. Not tagging anyone as usual, feel free to snag it. And you will realise this LOOK easy, BUT it is NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-3615581258385855038?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3615581258385855038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=3615581258385855038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3615581258385855038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3615581258385855038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8975899393322514771</id><published>2008-08-29T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:43:23.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand for something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some stuff which I thought is well over, came back to haunt me. Best part is, it shouldn't be haunting me in the 1st place. Ok, fine, I don't know what I'm talking about either. Someone once told me, you stay close with your close friends in school forever. Is there anyone else who doesn't agree with that? What do you do when those once close friends come out and get you over and over again? I guess then, my defensive reaction is not paranoia. I need to learn my lesson. There is bound to be one point even garbage can't be recycled anymore. You know what, screw the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The draw for CL group stage is out. We got Marseille, PSV and Atletico Madrid(can we see Garcia por favor?) in Group D. Looks tough to me, compared to the groups that the Mancs and Chelshit are in. But oh well, we'll go through, maybe after moreeee drama. I'm all convinced that we love to do thing the hard way. Just like the 2nd leg Liege game. Thank God Dirky scored that goal. I realized it's a routine for us supporters now, almost falling asleep during the match cause it's boring, and then to cursing cause it's getting frustrating like hell, and then to worried sick, and then someone will step up and saved our sorry arse, and we'll be thanking God. Well, I guess as long as we get the results? And it's 2 games in a row now, Rafa started Skrtel instead of Agger. What does that say? Agger is not the 1sr choice now? Bloody hell, he's fit and he's playing great football!! He can pass AND run better than Skrtel. I'm so NOT ok with this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8975899393322514771?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8975899393322514771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8975899393322514771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8975899393322514771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8975899393322514771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/stand-for-something.html' title='Stand for something'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4108589466866873987</id><published>2008-08-24T23:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:05:44.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matthew mitcham'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SLGD2cyk5BI/AAAAAAAAAag/5ogOW2sDx1o/s1600-h/0,,6214142,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SLGD2cyk5BI/AAAAAAAAAag/5ogOW2sDx1o/s400/0,,6214142,00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238112813073097746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Matthew Mitcham. He's a diver from Australia. And he's a out and proud gay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;More precisely, he's the one who won the 10m platform last night. Totally kicked the Chinese's ass. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally rooting for China this Olympic(when Los Espanoles are not involved) but I find the judges are a bit biased when it comes to the Chinese divers after watching the sport 3 days in a row. It was almost like the 1st and 2nd place are booked for the Chinese and the rest can battle for the 3rd. So, I was rooting for Mitcham right from the pre-lim. Didn't think he would nail the gold cause Zhou Luxin was pretty good and consistent. But he screwed up his last dive while Matthew on the other hand got the highest score in the diving history of Olympic with a back 2 1/2 somersaults and 2 1/2 twists which is of 3.8 difficulty level! Couldn't believe my eyes after he finished the dive. I was just sitting there with my jaw dropped while the commentators yapped away in Cantonese.(yeah, Astro rather show boxing than diving final, so I resorted to TVB 8, and their commentators are 'something') Took me a full 3 seconds to realise that the he had just won the gold with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He has dethroned Alexander Despatie on my divers list. He's the diver I'm going to watch in London 2012. Oh, who cares he's gay? Apparently he announced his sexuality to the media just months before Olympic and applied for grants for his partner Lachlan to be there with him at the games. I'm sure there are tonnes of athletes who are gay, divers especially, and how many of them does that? And that is total awesomeness and sweetness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SLGDf3fc5OI/AAAAAAAAAaY/j1qHdJ7hRzk/s400/matthew_mitcham_collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;his constant waving at the camera after each dive is adorableness as well &lt;3&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;pics credit to fox sports and ew.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-4108589466866873987?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4108589466866873987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4108589466866873987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4108589466866873987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4108589466866873987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/matthew-mitcham.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SLGD2cyk5BI/AAAAAAAAAag/5ogOW2sDx1o/s72-c/0,,6214142,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-5954774740761981248</id><published>2008-08-24T22:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:53:51.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucas Leiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Gerrard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamie carragher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Javier Mascherano'/><title type='text'>My life is whole again.</title><content type='html'>Football, F1, tennis, and all sort of sports at the Olympics, you name it. The amount of sports that I've been watching during the weekend makes my life whole again. Serious shit. Nothing makes me feel this good!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SLFyhG2g0YI/AAAAAAAAAaI/kdaDvKY4QlA/s400/_44954020_sg_afp416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pepe "el loco" Reina ran out for celebration AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got another 3 points in the BPL thanks to both our captain and vice captain! Literally stepping up when we needed them to. Well, we played shite but 2 wins and 6 points are what we needed. Is this what Rafa have been talking about all this while? The ability of converting draws into wins? Let's hope so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SLFy_dKYLcI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/51e4-qgHIPc/s400/gold06ul9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spot Monster Masch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also congrats to Masch for winning the gold with Argentina at the Olympics! And Lucas for the bronze with Brazil! That's pretty damn good okay, 3 of our players who went for the games, 2 came back with medals. So, I think it's perfectly ok that I grinned like a proud idiot when their names got mentioned during the trophy presentation! Oh, and by the way, that is the longest I have to wait for a trophy presentation. They sure were taking their own sweet time to shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, was watching the handball bronze medal match between Spain and Croatia. They have 2 Pepe Reina lookalike in the squad! And this is the 1st time that I'm really watching handball, learning the rules and all, and I find the sport kinda ridiculous.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the Olympics is all wrapped up now. Get to see most of the sports I wanted to, except white water rafting. Oh well, let's see how it goes in London 2012. Wunnie proposed something over on MSN which really got my attention. &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/3213426450222063073-5954774740761981248?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5954774740761981248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=5954774740761981248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5954774740761981248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5954774740761981248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-life-is-whole-again.html' title='My life is whole again.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SLFyhG2g0YI/AAAAAAAAAaI/kdaDvKY4QlA/s72-c/_44954020_sg_afp416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-1358192437340112964</id><published>2008-08-23T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:38:10.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back home in Segamat. Haven't been doing much except watching the Olympics. I think I miss football so much that when I see Spain playing basketball, I started shouting random stuff like "aww, come on Ramos" or "go Silva!". Good thing that I'm getting some football today. Going to watch the footie finals between Argentina and Nigeria in like half an hour and the Liverpool match tonight. So yeay!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SK-RvDXOkmI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/br3ZblGM5pc/s400/Hushsound_lo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been listening to this band called The Hush Sound these few days, and I like their music a lot. After much of pop rock lately, it's refreshing to hear something different. Must say I like the piano base and the guy girl combination vocals. Last.fm said they sound like Panic at the Disco. Hmmphh. Give the music a try. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thehushsound"&gt;Cliky&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a picture from the Denmark v Spain match in Copenhagen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SK-Tj-jVB4I/AAAAAAAAAaA/vqvi_9VeCd8/s400/iegnwi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xabi celebrating with the Spanish players and Danny going all, "bloody chico, yeah, rub it in. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Agger, no?&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/3213426450222063073-1358192437340112964?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1358192437340112964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=1358192437340112964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1358192437340112964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1358192437340112964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-home-in-segamat.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SK-RvDXOkmI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/br3ZblGM5pc/s72-c/Hushsound_lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-6990422863037137319</id><published>2008-08-22T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T04:14:19.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, am gonna start off the entry like this - that Criminal Law woman is sadistic. You know usually after papers that I never really put in much effort, I'll come out from the exam hall and say "i hope i can pass". But for this paper, which I did put in effort, I came out and said "you know what, i'm gona fail. guaranteed." Bloody hell, why study? what's the point? there is no way in hell I can answer the questions anyway. Now, tell me how do I survive the final in 2 months. You know, good lecturers warn you in lectures that the paper is going to be hard and if we don't study, we are going to fail and blahhhh. And yes, it will turn out difficult, but they ensure that you can answer if you study hard. Fair enough. Like Miss. Sik for Contract Law last semester. But this &amp;amp;*$#&amp;amp;^#**%$@ of a woman, she might as well just fail us straight away. Pucker. Do we really need to see her again for Criminal Law II? Please God.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD news. Xabi is on fire. Yeahhh. Friendly between Denmark and Spain last night and he netted TWICE. It's as if he's telling Rafa, "I hear something about selling me, gaffer, no?" Xabi's great form aside, Denmark against Spain. That is like a dream match. Danny and the Spain national team. Lucky Maria. Speaking of national team, England is so screwed up. Or should I say that bloody Italian coach of theirs is. Terry and Rio ahead of Stevie?! I don't know what is going through the pasta head of his. Bugger. I'm not bias or anything, but who deserves the captain armband more than Stevie?! He played for the damn team against the whole club and supporters' wish when he is fucking injured! Well, at least now he has no reason to choose England over Liverpool. That's a Mikey in my book if he ever get into a club v. country dilemma again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going home tomorrow. Was supposed to go PD, but since they decided to move the family gathering one week ahead, so no choice but to let the other plan go. Damn, why can't they just stick to the normal date so I can hit the beach instead? I even had my playlist ready. Oh well, I guess it's hard to get 7 families together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-6990422863037137319?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6990422863037137319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=6990422863037137319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6990422863037137319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6990422863037137319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-am-gonna-start-off-entry-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-7135888768103574850</id><published>2008-08-19T02:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T03:10:40.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahhh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Agger'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SKm-EoLV5uI/AAAAAAAAAZw/KukZ5WbXp0Y/s400/1782434an6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This, made my day. I so need that. (Thanks, Maria!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How I wish it's Friday already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mum called yesterday and said that we are all going to Port Dickson this weekend for dad's school Family Day. Can't remember when was the last time we actually went for something like that, but it was years ago, at some beach resort also. Well, won't expect myself to really have the time of my life(it's a secondary school family day, what do you expect), but I certainly look forward to some relaxation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I'm suffering from over-dosage of fangirlism. Need to stay away from the Agger community at LJ. But, one of the girl said she is doing a picspam of Danny soon! *runs back to check is it posted already*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I did not do any studying tonight. Am so dead. Mens what? Actus what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Edit: Ben's latest entry about creation and reaction makes me have insomnia. Lesson of the day, never go TOL just before bed. Those guys are so capable of coming up with something that requires your brain cells to work extra time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-7135888768103574850?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7135888768103574850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=7135888768103574850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7135888768103574850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7135888768103574850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-made-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SKm-EoLV5uI/AAAAAAAAAZw/KukZ5WbXp0Y/s72-c/1782434an6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-6859713049676451619</id><published>2008-08-18T00:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:11:30.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xabi Alonso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Gerrard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant and vent'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, every semester, there's bound to be a period of 2 to 3 weeks where I just feel the stress is too much to bear. I get it twice every semester. These 2 weeks is the 1st of this semester. So wheee.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, I feel great today. Because today was productive. Because today I get to down coffee like nobody's business. I feel so blissful that I'm humming random songs when I'm doing laundry. I usually curse, mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, one sms is all it takes. Some people are just plain dumb. Now this is how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SKhUhiqBloI/AAAAAAAAAZI/1V_QDeIhqoA/s400/i-got-yer-raisins-right-here.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably shouldn't let stupid things bother me too much. Puckers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credits to Natalie and that Liverpool's Number 9. I feel all better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and thank God for Nando! We got a 3 points and a clean sheet. Now lads, build on that, please. And we CANNOT sell Xabi. It was shite before he came on and provided Nando the great pass that led to the goal apparently. Under normal circumstances, goal scorer ran to the player who provides pass. But no, Nando ran towards our captain. Surprise, surprise. Tsk tsk, poor Xabi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SKhZjy_3ddI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ymqP_eAq2QU/s400/2vl8rwx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This look so WRONG. But oh, no worries, they are just picking up from where they left off last season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if anyone shall be the hero of our nation this month since it's Merdeka month and all, it should be Chong Wei. At least he made it this far. Well done, lad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-6859713049676451619?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6859713049676451619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=6859713049676451619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6859713049676451619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6859713049676451619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-every-semester-theres-bound-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SKhUhiqBloI/AAAAAAAAAZI/1V_QDeIhqoA/s72-c/i-got-yer-raisins-right-here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-9179713213579715214</id><published>2008-08-16T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:01:12.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novak Djokovic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennis'/><title type='text'>even the smiley face dampener on his racquet is crying</title><content type='html'>It is really disturbing to see a guy cry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More disturbing to see a guy like Nole cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Nadal again, it's always him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's a curse. It's not that Nole is not good enough, they were equally great. Nole had his moments which he outshone Nadal in the match and Nadal like wise. And under normal circumstances, Nole won't give his opponent a match point like that. He would make them earn that. I was mumbling "make him earn it, Nole, make him earn it" towards the last few points, cause he was simply making too much mistakes in his 1st serve. It could be pressure, it could be a curse. The romantic side of me wants to believe the latter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a bad day for tennis. My tennis at least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall HATE that guy from that sunny island of Mallorca forever. So what you're a Spaniards. I'll stick to my Liverpool Spaniards, muchas gracias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day Nole, one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-9179713213579715214?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/9179713213579715214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=9179713213579715214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/9179713213579715214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/9179713213579715214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/even-smiley-face-dampener-on-his.html' title='even the smiley face dampener on his racquet is crying'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-1971787937342652796</id><published>2008-08-15T02:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T02:53:05.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahhh'/><title type='text'>I should be sleeping.</title><content type='html'>So why am I not? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I just found the most amazing blog ever and read all the archived entries in one go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's so thoughts provoking that I actually sat there and think. (at some point I'm sure the roomie thinks I'm day dreaming about Agger or Ethan again, which I do pretty much during the footie deprived summer - in the UK at least. Yeay - off topic but - the long wait is OVER.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This &lt;a href="http://theonelove.org/jezashurst"&gt;Jez Ashurst&lt;/a&gt; is some writer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's the Gerry style of writing that appeals to me. Oh well.&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;Am off to bed. Nites.&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/3213426450222063073-1971787937342652796?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1971787937342652796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=1971787937342652796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1971787937342652796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1971787937342652796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-should-be-sleeping.html' title='I should be sleeping.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-1204247279896613048</id><published>2008-08-14T22:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:52:48.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the one love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>Music is &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you still feel excited when your favourite band/artist dropped the new album on you?&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;Upon seeing your country's name in their tour calender? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheering for them when they won an award?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going nuts over the sight of them on TV?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel so proud and sing along when their songs come onto the radio? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If your answer to the above all is "yess" like mine, then I think that is what people call "getting all excited over music".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, another question, have you ever worry that it will go away one day as you grow older? I do. The passion(obsession if you would like to call that) I feel over music(Click especially) is so important that it would be no less to say that it defines me to certain extent, alongside other things. That's how much it means to me. I can't help it. But I have had so many people telling me this in one way or another, "This shouldn't be the most important thing, you should focus on other stuff, because feeling like this, it will go away one day as you grow older." Or worse still, "It is so immature for you to go all excited over a band. You are 20." They keep saying it to me until I believe there is a certain truth in those statements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I read Cassie's entry&lt;a href="http://theonelove.org/cassiepetrey/blog/show/323"&gt;(clicky!)&lt;/a&gt; at theonelove.org. Wheee, screw it. She's 22 and she still feel excited over her favorite band like we are now! And it's not going away anytime soon according to her. And I don't think there is such thing called immature when it comes to music. Don't be surprise if you see me waiting for Click at the airport when I'm turning 30! Blehhh. (And check out her turtle Theo on the blog too! That little thing is CUTE!)&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, and was chatting with her on facebook this afternoon. And she said if it is possible, the next time Click is here, she will come along and bring shows like The One Love Rocks New York and The One Love Rocks London to our continent. Intimate show at small venue sans Warner Music. Awesomeness much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just have to do this, register on &lt;a href="http://theonelove.org/"&gt;theonelove.org&lt;/a&gt; and "comment on the blogs like hell", quoting her, to let the people there see our enthusiasm. It's all for charity anyways. The more clicks generated, the more money will go to the charity which the blogger is affiliated to. It's a really cool project featuring Tyler Hilton and our very own Ben Romans. Who can resist stories on a tour bus right? Heheh. No offence to the Kenny Sia devotees out there, but it's more meaningful reading all this thoughts provoking blogs on theonelove than reading his endless advertising posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BXwcHePwFGM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BXwcHePwFGM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hands up those who want another Hard Rock like show WITHOUT the crushing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-1204247279896613048?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1204247279896613048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=1204247279896613048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1204247279896613048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1204247279896613048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/music-is-3.html' title='Music is &lt;3'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4777217665763477373</id><published>2008-08-14T21:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:03:15.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant and vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Agger'/><title type='text'>Green is bad, real bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, just done the Computer Law paper. I'm telling you that control freak is nuts. 1st he said we can bring the Copyright Act for reference, and when we brought it into the venue, he started shouting, "No Copyright Act! I said in class! No Act!". Maybe he did but as usual no one gets a words that coming out from his mouth. Bugger, his mood swing is worse than any woman during PMS. What the puck. Say earlier so we no need to bring the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the season opener(in Europe at least) was last night/this morning. Totally forgot that we were playing until Darren messaged me this afternoon. I confidently replied, "Oh yeah, what's the results? But I guess shouldn't be a problem right?" Since we were quite ok in pre-seasons, and since we are playing against Standard Liege. Yeah, Standard who? But apparently we played like headless chickens and drew the match goalless. Could have been worse, Pepe saved a penalty gave away by Dossena.(good work mate, good work.) The thread for the match at RAWK is titled, "End of the world as we know it". Really meh? So bad ar? In a way, yes, we have to beat them 2nd leg in Anfield or we are DEAD. But the power of thinking positively: the stats say Liege is a good team at home. Only lost 3 last season. So we can't be that bad. And it's a season opener, and our performance is always like that beginning of the season. So, things can't be that bad. And THEN, you see people saying stuff like "I've never seen us play this poorly" and complete with a picture of Rafa yelling at the lads with the caption, "Never seen Rafa like this before." Had to agree with the guy on that. Never seen him like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I HATE THE GREEN(is it even green?) EUROPEAN AWAY JERSEY. Just so you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SKQ4c7DMdhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/idSsjgMAwlw/s400/321170-2131580b.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Nando manage to look hideous in it. *Gasp* Agger just look mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compared the Agger in that squad picture(top row 3rd from left), with this picture taken in Oslo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SKQ6Lwjy03I/AAAAAAAAAZA/UHPrfTT9D5Y/s400/IMG_3952a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniel Aggadorableness, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-4777217665763477373?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4777217665763477373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4777217665763477373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4777217665763477373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4777217665763477373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/green-is-bad-real-bad.html' title='Green is bad, real bad.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SKQ4c7DMdhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/idSsjgMAwlw/s72-c/321170-2131580b.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-3158504605184518257</id><published>2008-08-11T19:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:10:42.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy episode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliot Minor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>Vivo en Sueños</title><content type='html'>Am clear headed now, and munching on my chicken sandwich.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, what do you do when you were so bored in lecture and has no one to talk with cause people beside you were either busy studying or sleeping? I let my mind wandered, basically I dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the topic of 21st birthday came up between Sara and me several time during lunch before the lecture. Before this, I haven't really give much thought about it. Sitting there and not absorbing a single word the lecturer was saying(damn Islamic Law), and I thought to myself, damn, I can't believe I'm turning 21. And since there's only one 21st birthday, I was thinking that I really should make it something special. Instead of the normal birthday that I've had for the past 2o years. And the way to make it special? The Click Five or Elliot Minor private gig cum birthday party. Basically, was inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SvsY-TDreOk"&gt;this EM video&lt;/a&gt; and Sara and Aaron's idea about stealing my Ethan signed iPod and sell it on ebay. Imagine, I sell my iPod, get the money, get a new ipod, get them to play at my party, and ask Ethan to sign it again! How cool is that huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I got home from class. Took a cold shower, and thought, "Yeah right la, dream on girl!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. *runs off defeated to study for the Islamic paper* (Life's much more colourful in dreams?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-3158504605184518257?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3158504605184518257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=3158504605184518257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3158504605184518257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3158504605184518257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/vivo-en-sueos.html' title='Vivo en Sueños'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4208102136733679870</id><published>2008-08-09T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:31:00.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Vernette!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJ2KywmlVTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2gwdqfRgobQ/s1600-h/IMG_5452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJ2KywmlVTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2gwdqfRgobQ/s400/IMG_5452.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232490946719208754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remembered meeting her the 1st time in Singapore with Shan and Wun. I gotta admit I was a bit worried cause we've never spoken before and the rest already know her well. But we hit it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vern, I'm really glad that I met your gor gor Gordon and the other of your che ches Wun and Shanie. Because through them, I get to know you! Thanks for all the fun and great memories we had in Singapore and the Click concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-4208102136733679870?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4208102136733679870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4208102136733679870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4208102136733679870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4208102136733679870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-vernette.html' title='Happy Birthday Vernette!'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJ2KywmlVTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2gwdqfRgobQ/s72-c/IMG_5452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8262736342365791126</id><published>2008-08-09T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:28:09.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing 2008'/><title type='text'>四海之内皆兄弟也</title><content type='html'>The Beijing Olympics Ceremony yesterday was probably the most amazing stuff I've ever seen on TV. The one hour performances left me wanting more and the couch and I'm really close to shouting "Encore!" at the TV screen. I guess there's no way for them to tell the stories of 5000 years in one hour. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You really have to give it to them for not only the effort they put in, training for a simple movement takes up to 13 months; and also the concept of how things were presented. Although the huge number of ang mohs in the audience and those sitting in front of the TV set at home might be lost at times because of the lack of commentary. Because you probably need a little knowledge on the whole Chinese history and culture to see the beauty in not only the performances, but the flow of it as well. The painting says it all. It started with a blank paper, one of Chinese's great invention, and it was used throughout the performances when they introduces the other important element of Chinese culture, like caligraphy. And then it was added colour by the children of the day, and then it ended with the athlete's footprints during the march-ins. Simply impressive. I wonder where that painting would end up? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, being China, you probably already predicted that they'll put their best resource, people, to full use. And indeed they did. Almost ALL the performances were done by people. Even those which seem not possible. The part where they present the character 和 in different way of Chinese writings. My parents and I all thought it were machine generated. But then the Hong Kong commentator kept saying stuff like "well, you will be surprised how that effect is made. just wait and see. just wait the see." And the other performances as well. HOW IN NAME OF GOD DID THEY ORGANIZE SO MANY PEOPLE. We are talking about close to a 1000 people doing everything in sync. And the way the torch is lit, no one expected that. That guy is at least 60?! Impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I actually sat through the whole march in. 200+ countries. Phewww. Were trying to spot the Liverpool kids, but saw none. Saw quiet a few tennis players though. Nadal, Almagro, Federer and Gonzales. Oh, but only one occasion and one country got me to sit up straight during the march in. Luxembourg. They've got the HOTTEST flag bearer. And then the commentator decided to NOT mention his name. Wheee. But he looks like a swimmer or something. In terms of uniform, the sight of Bermuda athletes marching in Bermuda shorts is quite a sight. For the ladies, I thought the Belgian look great in the dress. And I have to give it to USA for the men. Proper and yet not too exaggerating. But the Hungarian ladies totally lost it. I do not know what the heck they are wearing. Their outfit is like covered in spots of blood stains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the Qualifying Round of Men Artistic Gymnastic this noon. USA, Spain, and Italy and couple of mixed group were on. None of the Spaniards were good looking surprisingly, and on top of that, the Munez guy did so bad that I choke on my lunch. But they did get the highest score on the floor from Feddher(sp?). The Italians look gay as usual. And I do NOT like them. But the one who caught my eyes is probably Justin Spring from the States. He was great on high bar. And when he finished his routine and was looking for his bag and can't find it, without knowing that  camera is behind him, he shouted "WHO STOLE MY BAG?!" at his teammates. And the commentator were like "uhmmm" for a few seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am going back to Melaka tomorrow and so probably won't be watching anything anymore. Damn. I want to watch diving! I only get to watch Alexander Despatie like once every 2 years at the least. &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/3213426450222063073-8262736342365791126?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8262736342365791126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8262736342365791126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8262736342365791126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8262736342365791126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='四海之内皆兄弟也'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4495295219164877438</id><published>2008-08-08T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:02:58.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucas Leiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryan Babel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliot Minor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Javier Mascherano'/><title type='text'>New look!</title><content type='html'>Wheeeee!(The Reina on the plane way) Yeshh, my blog has a new look. And the biggest thank you and a round of applause goes to Pei Ru! It started off with a header and then she just went on and did the whole layout for me. The Secret Recipe is on me when I'm in KL mate! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, besides Click, I've pretty much been obsessed over this band called Elliot Minor or the tribe elders of Elliotus Minorocerus as dubbed by this coolest promotional video ever.&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="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUzVM1sQa80&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TUzVM1sQa80&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kytUQEPEbFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kytUQEPEbFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question from the fans answered. (Gay moment alert. Bloody nuts.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to SEE.THEM.LIVE.ONE.DAY. If it ever happens, it won't be anytime soon I think, at least 3 years down the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, tonight's the Opening Ceremony of Beijing Olympics! Been looking forward to this for quite some time already and it must be something to watch! Am gonna try to spot Masch, Lucas and Babel. I don't deny I'm a tad bit proud of them even though it means our midfielders are scarce at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, vote for EM at &lt;a href="http://www.kerrangawards.com/kerrangawards/"&gt;Kerrang! Awards 2008&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently it is a huge thing for band to bring home the coveted Kerrang Award and they are nominated for British Newcomers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-4495295219164877438?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4495295219164877438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4495295219164877438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4495295219164877438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4495295219164877438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-look.html' title='New look!'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-6859744596278591910</id><published>2008-08-07T19:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:20:07.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sylvia Wu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJrjKkr4UNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4trwRrADgAU/s1600-h/25.+In+line+with+TC5+shining+on!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJrjKkr4UNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4trwRrADgAU/s400/25.+In+line+with+TC5+shining+on!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231743687930171602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little less than a year ago, November 6 if I'm not mistaken, is where I met this girl. Walked into Tower Records wayyy earlier before The Click Five's meet and greet, and saw this girl with her sister holding Click CDs and posters. So, we started talking and decided to share a drink at Starbucks since the store manager told us to 'get lost' in a nice way and come back later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, we've shared more than one drink. We shared endless of crazy experiences and moments. The showcase the very next day, the stalking session and the banners making. The Click concert in Genting 2 months ago, and the MAA Road Show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sylvia, I'm really glad that I met you last year! You are simply great. In so many occasions, you have proved to be a supportive and considerate friend. You, girl who hits head with rolled up subject when excitement takes you over, you are made of sunshine and awesomeness!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 16th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and hope our friendship survive the years and years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. we only have ONE picture together? LOL I didn't realised that until I was looking for a picture to put up here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-6859744596278591910?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6859744596278591910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=6859744596278591910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6859744596278591910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6859744596278591910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-sylvia-wu.html' title='Happy Birthday Sylvia Wu!'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJrjKkr4UNI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4trwRrADgAU/s72-c/25.+In+line+with+TC5+shining+on!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-452654182038229067</id><published>2008-08-07T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:11:36.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant and vent'/><title type='text'>I'm (almost) computer illiterate</title><content type='html'>So, I have a new header. Hoorayyy! It's from Ru, of Scouspaniards, i.e the Spaniards of Liverpool. Xabi, Nando and Pepe. I freaking love the look of it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got it from Ru last night and tried to put it on my blog this morning. So, it's 3 something now. I haven't manage to get the header look right. Tried everything. Even googled "how to upload blog header". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM SO DUMB. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog template is temporary until I figure out how to get things right. (Read: I need help, por favor.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-452654182038229067?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/452654182038229067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=452654182038229067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/452654182038229067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/452654182038229067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-almost-computer-illiterate.html' title='I&apos;m (almost) computer illiterate'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-1530233121842593446</id><published>2008-08-06T16:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:09:52.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sebastian leto'/><title type='text'>Our Leto and Jared Leto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJlpTNknxaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/QVNG7qEuh8M/s1600-h/jared-leto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJlpTNknxaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/QVNG7qEuh8M/s400/jared-leto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231328220949235106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebastian Leto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJlpK7y8IEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/9nJ6Hnm-J4o/s1600-h/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJlpK7y8IEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/9nJ6Hnm-J4o/s400/610x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231328078738497602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jared Leto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They look like each other, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long lost cousins, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ru said it's the hair. But what about the rest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That poor kid is off on loan at Olympiakos now cause his work permit is rejected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-1530233121842593446?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1530233121842593446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=1530233121842593446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1530233121842593446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1530233121842593446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/jared-leto-and-sebastian-leto.html' title='Our Leto and Jared Leto'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJlpTNknxaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/QVNG7qEuh8M/s72-c/jared-leto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-6358088331735763617</id><published>2008-08-06T16:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:55:30.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xabi Alonso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Agger'/><title type='text'>Another 4</title><content type='html'>Yeap, another 4 goals from another friendly. Valarenga 1 - Liverpool 4. Xabi, Nando, Yossi and N'gog. As Ru pointed out, same set of scorers from the Rangers match, and yeap, that's rare. So, it's another 4 and none from Keane yet. He missed so much chances yesterday even Nemeth started to look better than him. Let's hope it is because he needs more time to settle and nothing else. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have to say this, Agger played the full 90 and he is superb! Gosh, we missed him! Besides that, Xabi has been great too apart from that goal, his passes were good yesterday. And boy, Kuyt and Yossi were just pure hardworking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at the support Liverpool got in Norway last night, it gets me thinking to myself, "If Liverpool ever come to Malaysia. We need to be like all these Norwegian reds." The way they sing and chant will get anyone easily mistaken it to be Anfield. It was pure amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The youngster had great fun yesterday too. Towards the last 25 minutes or so of the match, it was like Pepe, Agger and Sami were featured in a reserve match instead of the other way round. The likes of Nemeth, Pacheco, Darby and Spearing. Well, Ru and I were having a mini competition for Nemeth and Pacheco. I'm all for Nemeth and her for Pacheco. Nemeth got 0.3 for attempts and Pacheco 0.5 for assists. Oh well, Pacheco won then. Nonetheless, it was fun seeing them youngsters running about. I still think Nemeth is the best of them lots. Spearing is a "nah-ah." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only negative from the match? Stevie is injured. According to .tv, it's a thigh strain and it's not even sure that he'll be available for the CL qualifier against Standard Liege next week. Xabi and Spearing in midfield again? Well, I kesian Kuyt and Yossi if that's the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, you know how the Barry saga has been pissing most red fans off? Not only because Martin O'Neil is a senile thieving cunt for asking 18mil, but also because of our owners who can't afford to pay without selling. And the player whose head is on the line here is our much loved Xabi. Ru's baby. So, a picture tells a thousand words. She drew this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJllDnRrk_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/2mvInvoNYMY/s400/liverbird3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stop laughing at this. Serves Parry and those 2 yanks right. WHERE IS OUR STADIUM? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-6358088331735763617?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6358088331735763617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=6358088331735763617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6358088331735763617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6358088331735763617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-4.html' title='Another 4'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJllDnRrk_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/2mvInvoNYMY/s72-c/liverbird3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-3590279728300817821</id><published>2008-08-05T13:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:00:52.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonathan rhys meyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='august rush'/><title type='text'>August Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJfplQT7-LI/AAAAAAAAAVw/24S2Zb6CUaE/s1600-h/august_rush_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJfplQT7-LI/AAAAAAAAAVw/24S2Zb6CUaE/s400/august_rush_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230906318457141426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Listen, can you hear it? I can hear it, the music is everywhere. It's in the wind, in the air, in the light. It's all around us, all you have to do is open yourself up, all you have to do is, listen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"And I think if I learn how to play it, they might hear me. They might know I was theirs, and find me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I believe in music. The way that some people believe in fairy tales. I'd like to imagine that what I hear came from my mother and father. Maybe the notes I heard are the same one they heard, the night they met. Maybe that's how they found each other, maybe that's how they'll find me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So, what's your story Lyla?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I don't know. I'm...me"   "What 'cha looking at?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You."&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 the point in singing Marshall? She's not gonna hear me."&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;"The music is all around us, all you need to do, is listen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5ab6RtA-KE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-5ab6RtA-KE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;August Rush trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This movie is the epitome of "music connects people". Boys who talked to the moon, journeys embarked on led by music, and it all comes into one through music. Freddie Highmore is going to make it big one day. That kid can really act! AND Jonathan Rhys Meyers singing with a guitar. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQy2Gz6NQog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQy2Gz6NQog&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Time - One of the most beautiful song ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wheeee, another Once and Elizabethtown type of movie!&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/3213426450222063073-3590279728300817821?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3590279728300817821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=3590279728300817821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3590279728300817821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3590279728300817821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-rush.html' title='August Rush'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJfplQT7-LI/AAAAAAAAAVw/24S2Zb6CUaE/s72-c/august_rush_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-3723146245007001918</id><published>2008-08-04T00:15:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:10:02.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robbie keane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - F1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xabi Alonso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philip Degen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kimi Raikkonen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Agger'/><title type='text'>Look away if sports is not your thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;That's right. It's all about sports lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alrighty. F1. It was a great day for the Finns at Budapest, Hungary. Heikki claiming the 1st, and Kimi the 3rd. Besides Kimi finishing 3rd despite staring from 6th, my personal highlight of the race, is Massa's car frying up just 3 laps to go, and the camera just cut to the podium and back to his car again. So, from leading the race, to out of it. Steve Slater went, "so close yet so far". I went "Yesshhhhh!!!!" I'm sorry, but I hate that guy. And as a result, Heikki got his 1st champion and credit to him, superb driving throughout the race. While all the attention are on Hammy, he proves that he can deliver as well. Timo Glock is a happy man in 2nd place too. His 1st podium finish. Although he might need a little more guidance on where and how to get to the podium after he got out of the car. That guy freaking walked past the door that leads to the podium lounge until some guy had to direct him back to the door lol. And at the post race press conference, these 2 lads looked beyond excited but Kimi looked bored. Says it all. Just 5 points behind Hammy Drivers Championship Board. The title race is anything but over. Hyvaa Kimi!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJXizwyxsSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZnBXWioS7uE/s400/ysatmohaunuqbrxmclr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glock, Heikki, Kimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJXjES7UiWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Ww6uPRIoESg/s400/ncrhgvsyebuntqnpibl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Finns on the podium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the pre-season friendly against Rangers on Saturday. We slaughtered them 4-0! Nando, N'gog, Yossi and Xabi were all on the score sheet! N'gog looks promising. And Dossena is not bad too. Ok, I might like him afterall. The reserve lads were good too. Especially Nemeth. Hmmphh, out future number 1o maybe? Only watched the match from 2nd half onwards, so I can't say much about the Nando + Keane partnership. But, one thing I know for sure is that, AGGER IS BACK. He was on towards the end of 2nd half, and boy, we missed him last season. The run and the tackles. All I can say is 'welcome back Danny!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, introducing Robbie Keane. Our new signing from Spurs and Nando's new striking partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJaZtF7eHLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tDm59XAPCsI/s400/6e9df94c0bb9a2b31e9919ajo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know that ever since the arrival of Nando last season, the people at RAWK had all gone bonkers. Creating Nando worshipping thread and coming up with gay pairings within the squad. If you think the Agger love on the forum is sick, all the Nando love set new height. Last season, it's all about Stevie and Nando. Xabi was left all alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is their latest game, along with captions like "Stevie won't be happy" and "That is twice in a couple of days they are caught holding hands". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJai0m67_WI/AAAAAAAAAVA/aSyPRPZCZrI/s400/6F28CCF1-9149-C411-769B203412E8DC68.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJajUWqamoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/N0ATg2PgGc4/s400/article-0-02263B0400000578-105_468x286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the love triangle begin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I still hate the grey jerseys. It's gay, it's fugly. No wonder the Adidas store at Dataran Pahlawan only stock up ONE shirt. Adidas has lost it. As if the grey away shirt did not enough damage, the bring us this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJalqouvX3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KFpIJJgxoqw/s400/72422X_hero_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The European Champions League away kit. Green with black collar. Wheee. The only favour they have done us this season is the home kit and the polo shirt which the lads have been wearing a lot lately. Would love to get my hands on the polo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJamuNECD2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Q5AGNUmQrPU/s400/PROP080715-02-Lucerne_Liverpool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Degen aka Joker. He smile while he runs. No joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJami-M9xKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yPTpW3RFOes/s400/66.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xabi and the sex stare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-3723146245007001918?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3723146245007001918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=3723146245007001918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3723146245007001918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3723146245007001918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-away-if-sports-is-not-your-thing.html' title='Look away if sports is not your thing.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJXizwyxsSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZnBXWioS7uE/s72-c/ysatmohaunuqbrxmclr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-2892480359117569468</id><published>2008-08-03T23:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:14:40.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>A weekend of a Clicker?</title><content type='html'>Been home since Friday for the mid term break. Although it is more like a study week than break simply because of the 4 papers after the break. And I haven't even start studying yet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, went out with Sara on Friday before Chris come pick me up and we spent the whole day shopping. Yeah, non-stop. Except for lunch and the 5 minutes break when our legs threatened to kill us. The whole was freaking fun. Bought a lot of stuff, unexpected stuff. So, gone are my RM200. Got myself a dress which I totally love and Liverpool season review too. Oh, and a bunch of cute LFC key chains. That shop at Dataran rocks. They have got the coolest footie related key chains who doesn't look pasar malam quality. Some of them actually look like official products. And the best outcome of visiting the shop? I've got a surprise 21st birthday present already! Oh, and I tried the kids home jersey at Adidas. S fits me perfectly well! And it's cheaper that the ladies kit. So, I think I need to start putting aside money for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJXYlk_B0QI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FUPp3TZepMs/s400/IMG_5822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had our traditional lunch at Pizza Hut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the talk that dad organised was on Saturday. It was a huge success. In fact, it was the most successful of the series. We were all worried about the turn out initially but the hall was not only fully filled, extra chairs were added too. Well, turned out whether I'm at MAA or not, either way, I'm a Clicker that night. But instead of Click related, I was controlling the laptop and projector the entire night. And there was a lot of powerpoint presentation so you get the idea. And Chris very suitably dubbed me, The Clicker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pictures from the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJXQ6Ej2NnI/AAAAAAAAATw/MJGcnhO95KU/s400/IMGP1071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the audience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJXR1cL3_8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/W8KFcKpoU8Q/s400/IMGP1047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clicker through and through lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJXSo-VT-FI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4jW7a2EcX5I/s400/IMGP1053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad doing his part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJXT56WmTUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/pNcG1VPsPmU/s400/IMGP1089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The professor from Taiwan named Darling Chen, no kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJXVhkCex5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/v4BfZhaxj3w/s400/IMGP1094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The last speaker who got everyone sit up and listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJXWHpHQ9QI/AAAAAAAAAUY/lsPlQV0-OMA/s400/IMGP1097.jpg" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-2892480359117569468?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2892480359117569468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=2892480359117569468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2892480359117569468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2892480359117569468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-of-clicker.html' title='A weekend of a Clicker?'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJXYlk_B0QI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FUPp3TZepMs/s72-c/IMG_5822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4617141679678267129</id><published>2008-07-31T18:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:18:34.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randy pausch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the last lecture.'/><title type='text'>An inspiring lecture by an inspiring individual.</title><content type='html'>What would you do if you were told by your oncologist that you've just got 3 to 6 months of good health after the cancer tumour has spread to your liver? And there are like 10 tumors in there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you, but I'll pretty much sulk in bed and literally drown in self pity. But that was not the case for the late Carnegie Mellon professor Dr. Randy Pausch. He said, "I will not be the victim of self-pity, and I don't do grim." And then he went on to deliver a Last Lecture, as part of the tradition of Carnegie Mellon University where each year notable professors from the university will deliver a Last Lecture based on the hypothesis that they are going to die and this will be the last lecture to teach the students the lessons of life. Except for Dr. Pausch, as he put it, there is an elephant in the room. His last lecture was really going to be the last lecture. The lecture which was named "Really Realising Your Childhood Dreams", not only changed the life of Carnegie Mellon's students, but also the millions who viewed the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;full lecture on youtube&lt;/a&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="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hKRgLvmamUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hKRgLvmamUY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A summarised version done by Dr. Pausch on Oprah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He delivered the lecture with such humility, humour, passion, and enthusiasm that it is impossible not to be moved by him. During the days of fighting cancer, he really lived up to the phrase, "live life to the fullest". Among others, he testified before the Congress, co-written a book called The Last Lecture, and appear in Star Trek following a personal invitation by JJ Abrams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of the quotes from the lecture that I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In realising our dreams, we will often run into brick walls and Dr. Pausch said, &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="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The brick wall is there for a reason. it is not there to keep you out. It is there to see how much you want that thing. It is there to keep the other people out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Experience is what you get when you didn't get you wanted." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJGfu2ct_pI/AAAAAAAAATo/wogc8HKstMY/s400/001_25A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said it's great that so many people benefited from his lecture. But he only wrote the lecture for 3 people. His kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-4617141679678267129?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4617141679678267129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4617141679678267129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4617141679678267129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4617141679678267129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/inspiring-lecture-by-inspiring.html' title='An inspiring lecture by an inspiring individual.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SJGfu2ct_pI/AAAAAAAAATo/wogc8HKstMY/s72-c/001_25A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-7789267127028043387</id><published>2008-07-30T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:11:38.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahhh'/><title type='text'>Damned if you do, damned if you don't.</title><content type='html'>Found out something which fits the puzzle. Should've known this earlier but guess I was too blind to see it. They knew it would play nicely. They knew if they tell me point blank I won't fold. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine, this is still people vs. thing, if I were to look at it superficially. Discounting the fact that it will be a great experience. I fucking gave that away. Yeah, I fucking did. As of this evening itself. It's too late for anything to be done now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, I can take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, 3 years down the road, it's no more as simple as people vs. thing. And no one makes any decision for me EXCEPT MY FUCKING SELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-7789267127028043387?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7789267127028043387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=7789267127028043387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7789267127028043387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7789267127028043387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-dont.html' title='Damned if you do, damned if you don&apos;t.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-7169433379845838156</id><published>2008-07-30T10:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:08:53.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robbie keane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahhh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><title type='text'>No one is pure evil?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday sucks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not the Tort paper, no. Tort was fine. Wished I had more time but oh well. It's more about dealing with people that pisses me off the entire day. Well, almost. Until I got home after class and we cook ourselves a nice dinner and played a few rounds of cards. The importance of friends when you are away from the family. I am grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, anyway, it's amazing or should I say pathetic that a person with so much experience(well, I'd assume that if experience comes with age) can never ever admit that she's wrong? That is why I didn't want to explain or even contradict what she said. But to go one step further and indicate that I'm a person who's unreasonable and with no brain? This is exactly what I'm talking about. And if she thinks my silence is respect, well, she can't be more wrong. My silence is to save my ass. Much as I hate her as a person, she's good in teaching and I want to pass my paper. I'm just glad that she's not any of my family members or my close friends, I wouldn't want to have such a person to deal with. Randy Pausch said, "No one is pure evil. Give them some time and they will surprise you. When people do something that piss you off, you just need to have some patience." Well, to her, I'd say screw it. I don't care. Some people are just not worth the wait. I'm angry because despite how much I want to stand up for myself, I can't. There's bigger things at stake. This is exactly why a student's life sucks too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And do you know that sheep is insensitive? How do you deal with that? There's no hint from Paulo Coelho in The Alchemist. Or at least I failed to realise it. I think I should email him or something. Or I guess when sheep is insensitive, we just need to apply the above quote by Randy Pausch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and we signed Robbie Keane from Spurs for 18 mil. With all the coverage from .tv itself, I think we are quite safe to say that this is THE big signing for us this season. Yeah, rather him than Barry. I wonder how many accountants they brought in to pull off this deal. With his quality and Nando's quality, it will be a lethal partnership. Hopefully. And oh, he's a Liverpool fan since young, so I think we can expect a lot of commitment and also passion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(So long, Villa.)  &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/3213426450222063073-7169433379845838156?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7169433379845838156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=7169433379845838156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7169433379845838156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7169433379845838156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-one-is-pure-evil.html' title='No one is pure evil?'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-3702196163485266720</id><published>2008-07-27T10:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:26:49.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahhh'/><title type='text'>It's a great place to be.</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought I got nothing out of the whole MAA situation, I was proven wrong. I even started blaming it on the universe for not conspiring for me. Wise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, once and for all, I'm fine, people. Really. I don't need more hugs LOL. Actual or virtual. I'm going to die of suffocation if I were to be given one more hug. BUT, I do appreciate all the kind and comforting words. You guys are great friends. And for those who are going to the show, just be greater friends and tell me every detail of the experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Experience is what you get when you don't get what you want." Initially I thought it doesn't apply to my situation. I mean Randy Pausch was talking about NFL dream. But the things I learnt from this situation of not being able to go to the show, is experience in a different way. And I need to thank Alberto for the philosophy, the people and things and the whole dependency issue, and most important of all, showing me that there's a great place to be in every sucky situation. It sucks, but I can't change the cards I'm dealt but I can control the way I play the hand, right?  You are a great friend, mi amigo! So, it's 40 euros altogether? I'll write you an IOU. Heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, am off to study for the Tort paper. How (not) interesting. Don't think anyone is lagging behind as much as I do. I'm dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-3702196163485266720?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3702196163485266720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=3702196163485266720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3702196163485266720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3702196163485266720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-great-place-to-be.html' title='It&apos;s a great place to be.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-5373460667316053252</id><published>2008-07-26T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:39:11.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God.</title><content type='html'>I know it's the right thing to do, but it doesn't mean I'm ok with it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disappointed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sial&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ok, I shall elaborate here. I can't take people asking left, right and center about it on MSN/facebook/text messages anymore. The more I talk about it, the more disappointed I feel. And the more disappointed I feel, the more suicidal I feel. And suicidal is NOT good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you know that I got 2 tickets for MAA from the Road Show at Cineleisure last weekend. Went all the way there. Had to try my best cause Click is performing. Wasn't really excited a few days back. But had been talking to a lot of Clickers since then(Melissa the latest, earlier this evening itself) and got myself really EXCITED and all hyped up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Created an event and sent the invitations out on facebook. Messaged Ben about the small show he hinted. Talked to Sylvia about the probable scrapbook. Wrote a little something for Ethan with the picture we took back in June. The Awards is 1 week away. 7 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is, I'm half way there. Well, more than half way there like Sylvia said. And then, got a phone call from mum 2 hours ago, telling me about a talk dad has been organising. Yeah, he's giving a talk about further studies in Taiwan to the general public on the same day as MAA. So, I have to be back in my hometown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my obligation as a daughter. They don't have to ask me to be home, I'll be there myself. Because I have to be there. My brother will be there. The whole family will. To help him out and show our support. I won't survive my own guilt if I go to MAA instead of being at my dad's talk too. I just hope I had been made known about this talk earlier, way earlier. At least so I don't have to feel so disappointed. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(All the ridiculous hours sending ridiculously huge numbers of entries for ucrash and wasting my time ridiculously.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Am off to lick my wound. Again, things like this, is exactly why life sucks. But you gals just go enjoy yourself on my behalf! And Sylvia, there's no need to feel down. Don't be ridiculous! =p &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-5373460667316053252?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5373460667316053252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=5373460667316053252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5373460667316053252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5373460667316053252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-god.html' title='Dear God.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4062203605725336009</id><published>2008-07-25T01:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:59:28.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethan mentzer'/><title type='text'>May is a month.</title><content type='html'>Well. I know I just said I'm off to bed, but I'm not sleepy at all. Must be the damn tea at Witchery after tennis. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, am kinda fed up at how people always misspell my name. It's Yin May, not Yin Mei. For the love of God. Seriously, almost everyone does it. Do I have problem pronouncing my name? I hope not. I mean I'm not Russell alright. Hehe, this backpacker from London is class, when he pronounce his name, it always come out as "flufffers". So, he has to get his friend to do it for him every time he meet new people. Almost laughed myself off the chair when he introduce himself during our brief meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's a name meme I stole from &lt;a href="http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Winnie&lt;/a&gt;. Again. Heheh. Thanks Winnie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(65, 65, 65);   line-height: 14px; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Type your name in Googlism.com and copy and paste the first 15 results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;may is national asthma and allergy awareness month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;may is okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(okay only ar?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;may is childhood depression awareness day&lt;br /&gt;may is physical fitness month&lt;br /&gt;may is tea harvest season in&lt;br /&gt;may is national arthritis month&lt;br /&gt;may is national electrical safety month&lt;br /&gt;may is national bbq &amp;amp; hamburger month&lt;br /&gt;may is art month&lt;br /&gt;may is national&lt;br /&gt;may is national electric safety month&lt;br /&gt;may is cashew month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(okayyyy. what does one do in cashew month?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may is a crypto&lt;br /&gt;may is prime time to plant vegetables&lt;br /&gt;may is building her house by richard le gallienne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows the month of May has so many causes attached to it huh. But National BBQ &amp;amp; Hamburger Month? Like WTF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I know Ethan is not exactly my name, but like I said, I can't sleep and I'm bored. Here goes, results for Mr. Mentzer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ethan is chief of survivor tribe&lt;br /&gt;ethan is weird &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(wouldn't know but hope he's not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethan is dog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(HELL NO!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethan is on the front porch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(hmmphh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethan is not an idiot (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;true. he wrote "Don't Let Me Go", so he's far from one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethan is here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(How I wish la!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethan is one month old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(huh?! no!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethan is chief of survivor tribe new york&lt;br /&gt;ethan is bigger than me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(yeap.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethan is headed out that way&lt;br /&gt;ethan is about 22 months now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(that many babies are named Ethan? Seriously.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethan is looking at his birthday present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(probably not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethan is made craftsecond&lt;br /&gt;ethan is in the eleventh grade in houston county &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(nahhh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethan is a hunk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(YESHHHH. SIIIII. YESSSS. YA. YEAP. *nods head in agreement*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not tagging anyone. Do it if you are bored, it's kinda fun lol.&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/3213426450222063073-4062203605725336009?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4062203605725336009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4062203605725336009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4062203605725336009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4062203605725336009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/may-is-month.html' title='May is a month.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-1800400535414460910</id><published>2008-07-25T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:01:23.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Alchemist'/><title type='text'>Universe, are you conspiring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;When you really want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it. -- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I certainly hope so. You wouldn't believe how much I want that particular thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, tennis earlier tonight was shite. For me at least. Foot started cramping up during warm up. I think that's a first. I mean, who cramp up during warm up?! Then it was the thigh, hurting like hell in the middle of the game that our coaches love to play. Lining up and let the winning team aim and serve at us?! Carry on like this I won't be surprise if I have brain damage one day. (Note to self: Get a Peter Cech "helmet" pronto.) And then the pain transfered to my back. It's STILL hurting. Damn. And I need to work on my backhand and serving BIG TIME. Those 2 has always been my weakness, especially backhand. My left hand never feel comfortable. Never. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of ranting I think, am off to bed. Nights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-1800400535414460910?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1800400535414460910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=1800400535414460910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1800400535414460910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1800400535414460910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/universe-are-you-conspiring.html' title='Universe, are you conspiring?'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-1415516820757004732</id><published>2008-07-24T13:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:26:14.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAA 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>Nueve dias!</title><content type='html'>Is there such thing as not mentally prepared to see a your favorite band perform?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is exactly how I feel right now. 9 days from now, I'll see The Click Five performing at MTV Asia Awards, 2 months shy after the concert in Genting back in June. But, to tell the truth, I am not prepared. Seriously. I don't feel anything like how I felt a week before the concert. I'm counting down and all, but still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever, screw it. Give me a few more days to let the whole thing register and sink in, and I'm sure I can feel the excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture to speed things up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SIgSJs1k-XI/AAAAAAAAATg/Glr36D5HDKo/s400/n20801119_30698482_8746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clickers, you girls excited? I think I need help to get myself psyched up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, was planning to go catch Panic in concert the Tuesday after MAA since it's during the midterm break and all, but looks like I gotta scratch that plan since I've got like 4 freaking midterm papers after the break. Life sucks. Especially, a student's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-1415516820757004732?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1415516820757004732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=1415516820757004732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1415516820757004732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1415516820757004732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/nueve-dias.html' title='Nueve dias!'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SIgSJs1k-XI/AAAAAAAAATg/Glr36D5HDKo/s72-c/n20801119_30698482_8746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8125229631173297842</id><published>2008-07-22T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:09:47.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Alchemist'/><title type='text'>The boy and the old man.</title><content type='html'>In The Alchemist, the boy was reading a book in the plaza. An old man approached him and try to strike up a conversation. After studying the old man for a few seconds, the boy was convinced that this is a useless old man who doesn't know anything about the world and sure as hell doesn't know how to read. The boy thus keep the conversation at minimal level trying to avoid unnecessary trouble. So, when the old man asked him what book is he reading, he showed the book cover to the old man, thinking that when the old man won't be able to read the title, he would realise that how pointless this conversation is and be so embarrass of himself and leave the boy alone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it turned out that the old man not only manage to read the title, he even tell the boy what the book is about. A book which tell the greatest lie in the whole world. And the old man turned out to be the King of Salem. A place which the capacity of the boy's knowledge hasn't manage to recognise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tells us that, we shall not judge a book by its cover. And delving further, that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people are often not what we perceive them to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, this is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a review. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8125229631173297842?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8125229631173297842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8125229631173297842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8125229631173297842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8125229631173297842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/boy-and-old-man.html' title='The boy and the old man.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4405993640184469772</id><published>2008-07-22T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:22:41.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahhh'/><title type='text'>Of outcomes that I don't like.</title><content type='html'>That says it all. I hate how every little incidents turned out today. Like how the Islamic Law lecturer whom I presumed doesn't know my name called my name out loud in lecture when I'm highlighting the meaningful parts from The Alchemist. Like how that I missed a huge portion of the Click concert footage on MTV, I saw like the last 5 seconds.  Who cares that I won the next 3 rounds of Chor Tai Di right after the footage ended. Who cares. And as a result, I kind of hate how the day turned out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things were, above all, confusing. And undesirable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, like Paulo Coelho said in The Alchemist, the sky is the darkest before dawn. And right before someone found their treasure, things will be the toughest because that is when they will be tested with everything that they have learn along the way. And that is also the point that most people give up. The point where if you dig another inch and you will hit the chest that contains gold coins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope things will be better by the end of this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We will survive. (Ohh, the image of Nole doing the Karaoke at Roland Garros last year is all over my mind now. Gahhh. Novak Djokovic!)&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/3213426450222063073-4405993640184469772?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4405993640184469772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4405993640184469772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4405993640184469772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4405993640184469772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-outcomes-that-i-dont-like.html' title='Of outcomes that I don&apos;t like.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-1454381044610826317</id><published>2008-07-20T01:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:34:38.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAA 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>A proper countdown?</title><content type='html'>Met up with Ru today and FINALLY, we remember to bring our camera and took a picture. Had brunch together and Sylvia and LiWen met up with us and we went for the MTV Asia Awards Road Show trying to win some tickets. But it basically turned out to be watching people jumping and screaming and waving their arms in the air for Ru and me. And we are relatively short, so no matter how high I raise my hand, Taya the host never see us. And since we were almost at the point of being crushed, we went off and walk around instead. Had ice cream at IKEA and for 1 buck, it's nicer than the McD one I must say. My brother joined us later and we went to see hamster doing BACKFLIPS in the pet shops. More details of it at Ru's blog. Lol, any chance of putting the video up Ru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SIIgk5NJjrI/AAAAAAAAATA/_05otXaapVk/s1600-h/IMG_5814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SIIgk5NJjrI/AAAAAAAAATA/_05otXaapVk/s400/IMG_5814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224774335906549426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Ru left for her art class, went back to the Road Show to meet up with Syl and LiWen. When I got there, Taya was like "this is your last chance for today to win the tickets!". Well, thinking this is my last chance practically, so I raised my hand and started jumping. Except that people are jumping right in front of the stage and I'm jumping way back at where I was standing. But hey, Taya saw me and picked me to go on stage lol! It was close, really close. I got the 4th song right, cause if I were to be the last one left on stage and they were to play me the 5th song, then I'm dead. Because I have no idea what song is that when they play it for the last girl left on stage. Haha, The Killers shall be my lucky band from now on. Ru said, things happen when you least expect it. That's how I got the pair of tickets lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more pictures from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SIIkCBYk0cI/AAAAAAAAATY/QfyXGmA2xok/s1600-h/IMGP0963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SIIkCBYk0cI/AAAAAAAAATY/QfyXGmA2xok/s400/IMGP0963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224778134853046722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SIIjK8jRNDI/AAAAAAAAATI/vTngqQjmz5M/s1600-h/IMGP0983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SIIjK8jRNDI/AAAAAAAAATI/vTngqQjmz5M/s400/IMGP0983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224777188662916146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SIIjkzYzu8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/bpKsiQrrPN4/s1600-h/IMGP0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SIIjkzYzu8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/bpKsiQrrPN4/s400/IMGP0987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224777632879721410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we are seeing Click real soon! :) For those who are going to the road show tomorrow, GOOD LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-1454381044610826317?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1454381044610826317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=1454381044610826317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1454381044610826317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1454381044610826317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/proper-countdown.html' title='A proper countdown?'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SIIgk5NJjrI/AAAAAAAAATA/_05otXaapVk/s72-c/IMG_5814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-7438653351711438996</id><published>2008-07-20T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:03:47.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dark Knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellboy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Cliff'/><title type='text'>Red Cliff + Brokeback Mountain = Brokeback Cliff?</title><content type='html'>Been having a bit of movie marathon this few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st it was The Dark Knight on Thursday. It was totally not what I expected but in a good way. Don't want to give out too much here just in case, but yeah, who says the villain always lose? Well, maybe The Joker did lose in a way, but on the other hand, those fighting for the goods doesn't exactly triumph too. It makes you think. And must I say, Heath Ledger portrays the character to perfection, BUT I wouldn't want to remember him like this. It's scareyyyy. *runs to my Brokeback Mountain DVD* I prefer Ernie del Mar more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Hell Boy with my brother yesterday. Like Hancock, it is not that kind of movie that I would want to watch twice. Well, it's your typical superhero movie. But I have to admit the soundtrack of the movie provides some really good laugh throughout the movie. Especially the beautiful freak part and the can't smile without you singing session between Red and Fishstick. Not to mention that moment is a bit gayness too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayness, brings me to the 3rd movie which I watched with my brother and some friends earlier today, Red Cliff. I'll come back to the gay part later but all in all it's a great movie. I think that's pretty much expected when you have a movie starring a bunch of great actors. All of them portrays the historical characters well. Tony Leung is extremely good I thought. And so is Hu Jun and Takeshi Kaneshiro. But, I think John Wu has lost it for a few scenes between Zhu Ge Liang(Takeshi) and Zhou Yu(Tony Leung). It was supposed to be scenes which portrays the understanding they have regarding warfare, and it was supposed to be very manly. BUT the "jamming session" between them(supposedly Zhou Yu is using the music to tell Zhu Ge Liang that he will join Liu Bei's army), and that balcony scene where Zhou Yu asked Zhu Ge Liang "what are you thinking?" is so GAY. Not to mention all the meaningful exchanging looks between the two throughout the movie. It's almost like Chinese version of Brokeback Mountain. And it is not fun trying to contain our laughters during scenes like this in a fully packed cinema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-7438653351711438996?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7438653351711438996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=7438653351711438996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7438653351711438996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7438653351711438996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/red-cliff-brokeback-mountain-brokeback.html' title='Red Cliff + Brokeback Mountain = Brokeback Cliff?'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-1627419699320147916</id><published>2008-07-18T08:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:03:31.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahhh'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each drop spreads and spells a passage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soon I'll reclaim this dull history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The seamstress weaves shut the stitches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But re-opens the same memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;The Honorary Title, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anything Else But The Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SH_rYrONM0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/D8uzNGDln6A/s400/0007q73t.png" /&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/3213426450222063073-1627419699320147916?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1627419699320147916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=1627419699320147916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1627419699320147916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1627419699320147916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SH_rYrONM0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/D8uzNGDln6A/s72-c/0007q73t.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-2093385518285390428</id><published>2008-07-15T23:23:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:41:41.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant and vent'/><title type='text'>Of a stolen meme and the rest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm restless the entire day for no apparent reason. And people are being total a-holes today(Sara said I should practice censored swearing, but I don't guarantee it will become a practice). 1st of all, the damn university. Because of their ruling which the reason is obviously to get more of my parents hard earned money, I have to sit through a whole semester of Malaysian Studies lectures AGAIN. And nope, I did not fail my paper earlier. And yes, I'm restraining from swearing right here, right now. And 2nd-ly, Hitz. I feel for you, Sylvia. But cheer up girl, all's not lost. I'll see you this Saturday and we shall try our best at the road show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, watched the last 30 minutes of the much anticipated debate. I have to say, for a person who's expecting it to be like the debate on West Wing between Santos and the other guy(can't remember his name, starts with V is it?), it's totally disappointing. Debate like this is all about convincing people and in the process of doing so, I accept the fact that there will be a certain degree of lying done by both parties. But the lies that we are hearing from our beloved minister is his closing statement especially, is ridiculous. I have only one reply to his "mengagung-agungkan"(does this word even exist?) Malaysia statement, that is "YEAH RIGHTTT."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's a meme I stole from Maria over at LiveJournal and also from &lt;a href="http://chocolatememoirs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Winnie&lt;/a&gt;. Unlike most of the memes out there, this is actually quite fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm supposed to take a picture of my bag, and take out all the items inside, arrange them, take a picture of it, and then talk about the bag each item in details. So here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHzFOVSJr1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/HXo2Ly0n6eI/s400/IMG_5807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my recently purchased super cheap bag from Melaka Mall. I love the fact that I can dump everything inside and I don't have to worry about it getting dirty since it's black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHzIbkolcVI/AAAAAAAAASo/SitqKasDQT4/s400/IMG_5813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, the stuff inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Books. The Sudoku puzzle book which I can't live without nowadays. And Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist, which I blogged about in my last entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The Rosary which I carry in my bag all the time. When you stay in the apartment I'm staying, carrying something like that with you all the time is essential. And I'm not the most superstitious person in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) The handphone. This is my 3rd one and I love this the most. Even though it can't play wma files albeit it being a walkman phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) My pencil case for classes(I have another huge ass one which is too heavy to bring it around campus and there's like a million of pens inside which I don't use, so yeah). Been using this since secondary school, I think it was Form 2? It is ancient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) On top of it, the keys. With all 3 key chains on it from Australia!(It's a fact that I just realised!) The blue kangaroo one from Siew Mee from her Aussie trip; the grey one behind the kangaroo is the Nike Melbourne one from Andrew which I got it way back in 2002 when we went over to Aussie; and the swan shape one from Wunnie on my birthday last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) The Gatsby Oil Clear Sheets which I don't really use it anymore. Panadols. Body Shop lip balm which taste like chocolate, and Skin Food lip gloss which I have been using since forever. I can't seem to finish it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) My mini mirror and comb which my brother goes "yewwww" because it says "Cool Cat" behind the mirror complete with a bloody ugly cat. It's the cheapest on display so who cares lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) The iPod and my favourite key chain attached to the pouch. The Australian Open mini tennis ball key chain from Wunnie! It's a real tennis ball, and it bounces. And my brother loves bouncing it cause it gets on my nerves whenever he does that. Urgh. Brothers I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Pen drive and my latest obsession when it comes to sweets. Ricola's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) My fake Esprit purse which is red in colour. The Liverpool red. Heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not tagging anyone, but if you want to do it just go ahead. It'll be interesting to see what's in your bag! =p&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;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHzO9ALanQI/AAAAAAAAASw/9CFgGLd5UIw/s400/0007q73t.png" /&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/3213426450222063073-2093385518285390428?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2093385518285390428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=2093385518285390428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2093385518285390428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2093385518285390428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-stolen-meme-and-the-rest.html' title='Of a stolen meme and the rest.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHzFOVSJr1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/HXo2Ly0n6eI/s72-c/IMG_5807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-6223838487424169467</id><published>2008-07-15T01:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:15:48.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paulo coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Alchemist'/><title type='text'>What is your destiny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHuSTaIKlwI/AAAAAAAAASA/_oVZWf57U5w/s400/The_Alchemist2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You wouldn't believe how much I love Alberto right now for recommending this book to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about a shepherd boy's magical journey to find the treasure of the world. A boy who loves traveling. A boy who pursue his dreams regardless of what is perceived and expected of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In essence, it's about discovering our own destiny and sticking to it. And at the same time, it's about questions, faith, happiness and every other thing in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finished part one of the book. And, I don't want to be the sheep in the story, but at the same time I will always go back to the sheep when I'm on my way, as everything is one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book is so thought provoking that even a simple line like "So, what is Salem like?", "It's like it always has been." embodies a deeper meaning. I'm in a different place when I read the book. Never once have a book spoken to me like this, I'm NOT exaggerating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I know exactly why you recommended this book to me Alberto. So, muchas gracias.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHuXe3qFZiI/AAAAAAAAASI/ExEs1_beGqY/s400/0007q73t.png" /&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/3213426450222063073-6223838487424169467?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6223838487424169467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=6223838487424169467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6223838487424169467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6223838487424169467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-your-destiny.html' title='What is your destiny?'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHuSTaIKlwI/AAAAAAAAASA/_oVZWf57U5w/s72-c/The_Alchemist2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-2885446217432709615</id><published>2008-07-13T11:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:57:46.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahhh'/><title type='text'>Say what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHl7tBcV0XI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8Iqo1afzQjI/s1600-h/sudoku-puzzle.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHl7tBcV0XI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8Iqo1afzQjI/s400/sudoku-puzzle.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222341256324436338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I have been doing the whole weekend. Sudoku, Sudoku and Sudoku. Went to Popular on Friday and saw the book with Q Jin, and was like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wth, just get it la, too much ipod quiz in lecture makes my neck hurts."&lt;/span&gt; It took me forever to solve my 1st ever puzzle, but I'm hooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did nothing yesterday except that. I'm doomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I'm once again surprised by the stupidity of this certain supposedly human being(but his mental capacity made me doubt that he is one). For those of you who know who I am talking about, good for you, perhaps I need Wesley Gibson to curl some bullets for me. For those who don't know, don't bother asking, just in case it's you. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-2885446217432709615?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2885446217432709615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=2885446217432709615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2885446217432709615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2885446217432709615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/say-what.html' title='Say what?'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHl7tBcV0XI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8Iqo1afzQjI/s72-c/sudoku-puzzle.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-5557096381285976623</id><published>2008-07-11T13:54:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:40:46.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafa Benitez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philip Degen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david villa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrea dossena'/><title type='text'>"He is not our target"</title><content type='html'>There. &lt;a href="http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/news/drilldown/N160487080710-1510.htm"&gt;Rafa said it&lt;/a&gt;. Villa is not our target. Speaking at the unveiling of Degen and Dossena, he said, "We know Villa is a very good player, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we know the price&lt;/span&gt;(another way of saying we don't have the effing money. Screw you bloody Yanks!), and we know the players we have, so when you consider everything we decided he was one of our names, but at this moment, not our target." Looks like it's "adios Villa" for us and perhaps "hasta luego?" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, is it only me or is our new boy Philipp Degen always smiling? He is all smiles during the &lt;a href="http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/news/drilldown/N160484080710-1430.htm"&gt;press conference&lt;/a&gt;! Agger and him sure make great eye candies *ahem* I mean full backs. Hopefully he won't disappoint us. I'm really worried about free signing thanks to our Voromir lookalike. &lt;/div&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;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHb4GU9apdI/AAAAAAAAARI/kBsKGE1CktU/s400/20080710-0019-LFC_Degen_Dossena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHb4SOLyeUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/MvJ6xd4IPU8/s400/20080710-0037-LFC_Degen_Dossena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smiling also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHb6jdNCitI/AAAAAAAAARg/us3BmN508mM/s400/20080710-0216-LFC_Degen_Dossena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHb5eW7qrwI/AAAAAAAAARY/ec1qoyRM15s/s400/JPL%2520New%2520Signings%2520LFC%252003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still smiling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHb7IN-x8bI/AAAAAAAAARo/L-YBq5UglxY/s400/20080710-0161-LFC_Degen_Dossena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grinning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Philipp, you not tired ar?&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: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHcAQ-QIp2I/AAAAAAAAARw/bymN0ol3pnI/s400/0007q73t.png" /&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/3213426450222063073-5557096381285976623?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5557096381285976623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=5557096381285976623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5557096381285976623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5557096381285976623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-is-not-our-target.html' title='&quot;He is not our target&quot;'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHb4GU9apdI/AAAAAAAAARI/kBsKGE1CktU/s72-c/20080710-0019-LFC_Degen_Dossena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-2364630075694651918</id><published>2008-07-10T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:57:33.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novak Djokovic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Ivanovic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennis'/><title type='text'>Inspired but not really aspired.</title><content type='html'>IF that make sense. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm inspired by Ana and Nole. Ever since I became a huge fan of them. Watching them running about the court makes me the sportsy side of me itch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHYwzZXVCcI/AAAAAAAAARA/YgtyBeiIEkE/s400/Aussie+Open+07+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ana at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been ages since I held a tennis racquet. I almost forgot how nice it feels until earlier tonight. The coaching session was alright, definitely prefer this new coach than Uncle Mak, only because the latter was so strict that sometimes he makes me think that I am undergoing training for some big ass tournament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My legs hurt right now, but it was nice. Too bad it rained, so we were deprived of at least another hour of fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think I'm more of a sport person than a musical instrument person. I never really look forward to the next lesson when I was learning Er Hu or guitar, but you bet I'm looking forward to the next tennis lesson. Very much so. &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/3213426450222063073-2364630075694651918?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2364630075694651918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=2364630075694651918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2364630075694651918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2364630075694651918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/inspired-but-not-really-aspired.html' title='Inspired but not really aspired.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHYwzZXVCcI/AAAAAAAAARA/YgtyBeiIEkE/s72-c/Aussie+Open+07+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-3809591528925487391</id><published>2008-07-10T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:46:54.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joey zehr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Couch Surfing'/><title type='text'>Learn to Live and more.</title><content type='html'>I'm not promoting it for Joey, well, maybe a little. But there is a point to be made later in this entry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;a href="http://www.ltlbackspace.com/"&gt;LTL&lt;/a&gt; is a project with T-shirts designed by Joey Zehr of The Click Five. It's a pretty amazing project if you ask me. Not only did he design all the shirts, he did the entire webpage too. Compared to the &lt;a href="http://www.theclickfive.com/"&gt;official Click site&lt;/a&gt; which is also done by Joey dearest, I personally prefer the &lt;a href="http://www.ltlbackspace.com/"&gt;LTL webpage.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's one of the shirt that I want to get my hands on, BUT they don't ship to Malaysia. What's with the "We ship everywhere" Joey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHTljrjIf7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/XkkCpAfr418/s400/verticallayoutIM_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, LTL stands for Learn to Live, as Joey put it. Oh, and also Learn to Love, Live to Laugh and Live to Love. As Joey put it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of this afternoon onwards, LTL also means more responsibilities and commitment from me towards couchsurfing, which is another GREAT project which I have come to love. Hopefully I do not slack off. You have the permission to knock my head if I slack off, Yung-Chung. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out Couch Surfing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CouchSurfing"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.goodmagazine.com/section/Features/Sleeping_with_Strangers"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CouchSurfing"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's totally a great project if you love traveling or simply meeting people from across the globe. What's a better way to learn about a country from its people? And also if you love the feeling of the whole world coming together and achieve something that matters on a volunteer basis, this is really the place for you to get involved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHTrU4kdnCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NRou0U8IurM/s400/0007q73t.png" /&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/3213426450222063073-3809591528925487391?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3809591528925487391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=3809591528925487391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3809591528925487391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3809591528925487391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/learn-to-live-and-more.html' title='Learn to Live and more.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHTljrjIf7I/AAAAAAAAAQo/XkkCpAfr418/s72-c/verticallayoutIM_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-29481234873549251</id><published>2008-07-09T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:43:16.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><title type='text'>Gloomy summer in terms of football indeed</title><content type='html'>Was reading this &lt;a href="http://www.thisisanfield.com/columnists/2008/07/lacking-hope-in-need-of-inspiration/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; by Aaron Cutler over at This Is Anfield, which totally sum up how I feel and I'm sure this is how most of all Liverpool fans feel across the globe too. We are not excited about the new season at all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is simple seriously. Let's see how many players have left the club so far, regardless of their quality and the role they play. Riise, Kewell, and Crouchy. And on the other hand, who has we signed? Degen, on free, and nothing good comes free, look at Voronin; Dossena who seem to worship the Mancs; and also Nikola Saric, a 17 year old Danish striker. To replace Crouchy? Nope. So as it stood, we only have Torres, Kuyt and Voronin the useless Voromir lookalike as strikers. Or as Cutler put it "Voronin who...words fail me, as goals fail him." And I've talked about our midfield yesterday. Only the defence looks OK in terms of spine. Compared to last summer, with the arrival of Nando and the like of Babel and Yossi, no wonder this summer is gloomy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we are linked with the big names. Villa, Silva, Barry. And even Andrei Arshavin as of this morning. Out of the 3, Barry looks most likely to be playing in red this coming season. But, is he worth losing Alonso over? I still do not think so. We are going to miss Xabi if he really do leave. Who has a better vision and passing than him? From the Xabi for Barry deal, we can see what the owners are doing, selling to buy. So, yeah right, as if they are going to fork up 30 odd millions each for Villa, Silva or Arshavin. We are getting free players, and looking for players under 10 mil and anything more than 15mil seems impossible for us. So, thanks a lot Hicks and Gillett. Thanks for "bringing the club forward". Not to mention our invisible new stadium. All the fucking talk and not a single soil being moved. Where the heck is the gravel? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times like this, no wonder even the players are weary about talks on the title challenge and landing the 19th. Well, Nando as an exception, him and his "ness sea-soo-ohn, we win the league", because I truly believe that was pretty much the only thing he was required to memorise from the English class the club provided him last season. I say, ness sea-soo-ohn, we win anything, anything at all, will be good enough given our situation now. A 3rd trophy-less season is too much to bear. I can see Souness face in my head now. Damn him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope things will pick up in the next couple of weeks. Here's to hoping and walking on with hope in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So emotion laden can die, this post.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-29481234873549251?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/29481234873549251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=29481234873549251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/29481234873549251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/29481234873549251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/gloomy-summer-in-terms-of-football.html' title='Gloomy summer in terms of football indeed'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-1512250067653097154</id><published>2008-07-08T21:42:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:21:40.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucas Leiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peter crouch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xabi Alonso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Gerrard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Javier Mascherano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Silva'/><title type='text'>Serious? David Silva?</title><content type='html'>I'm SICK of reading all the Barry, no Barry news recently. Stupid Villa. Stupid owners. Saw this sig over at RAWK which read "Mr. Hicks, please get the hell lost before we are forced to release Mascherano and Skrtel on you." You have no idea how much I want to do that now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we were to believe any of the rumours out there on football sites, then this is the piece that will keep me on high 3 days straight. Rafa is spending the &lt;a href="http://football-corner.blogspot.com/2008/07/liverpool-set-to-spend-crouch-money-on.html"&gt;Crouchy money&lt;/a&gt; on DAVID SILVA. Si, si, that's what I want to read, not the Barry shite. But, Silva at Anfield sounds a bit too good to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, Lucas has been called up to the Brazilian squad for Olympics, so good for him. Masch is likely to be called up to the Argentina squad too, which Rafa is bound to make a lot of noise but are you seriously thinking about stopping a lad to be part of Olympics? If Xabi were to leave (please don't.), that leaves us with who in the central midfield? Gerrard and Barry? Even if we get Barry, who's to say he'll settle right into the squad. We CANNOT afford to lose Xabi. Full stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to watch Wanted again this afternoon and skipping Malaysian Studies in the process. Don't ask me why am I even taking the class since I already took the subject back in INTI. I want to kill MMU. Anyway, love love love the movie a lot. I don't mind watching it the 3rd time seriously. I think I've got something for dark humour. Or maybe it's James McAvoy's baby blue eyes. Heheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few pictures from the outing with Sara, Rachel and Q Jin last Wednesday. We so need to do this again when you come back, Rachel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHN083BSWcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/szn2F7ig9z8/s400/DSC00896.JPG" /&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;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHN1sKS-KHI/AAAAAAAAAQY/m7r7VsKQaeY/s400/DSC00854.JPG" /&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;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHN2SgfdXSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/W4-voWL01Zs/s400/DSC00859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3213426450222063073-1512250067653097154?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1512250067653097154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=1512250067653097154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1512250067653097154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1512250067653097154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/serious-david-silva.html' title='Serious? David Silva?'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SHN083BSWcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/szn2F7ig9z8/s72-c/DSC00896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-7071003718654986268</id><published>2008-07-05T14:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:27:45.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philip Degen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrea dossena'/><title type='text'>The Ds for the new signings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SG8TNOTocGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wcUevllbG8A/s1600-h/F654C6A7-DD7A-95B4-4A2AEC49EC71224E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SG8TNOTocGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wcUevllbG8A/s400/F654C6A7-DD7A-95B4-4A2AEC49EC71224E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219411611045359714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after Degen, we've got the signature of Andrea Dossena. He's dubbed as the perfect replacement for John Arne Riise. But I don't know, I have never heard of this guy from Udinese until he was linked to us earlier in the transfer window. Let's hope the dude is good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how people always say don't judge the player until he has put on the red shirt and run about the pitch? I know I should abide to that theory, but thing is, something about Dossena makes me doesn't like him already. I don't get the happy and welcoming feeling when Degen signed for us. Maybe because he is Italian, or maybe because he didn't say "Liverpool is a great club in Europe/in England(full stop)" or etc etc, that stuff the normal new signings will say. BUT INSTEAD, he put Liverpool and the Mancs in the same level but &lt;a href="http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/news/drilldown/N160419080704-1549.htm"&gt;he said&lt;/a&gt; it in a "Liverpool is not as good as Mancs, but I'm new so I should say they are up there with them" or some shite like that. Maybe it's lost in translation but dude, I'm watching you. Welcome to the club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we've got Degen and Dossena so far. Degen joined the lads for training a few days back too. But, why am I still not feeling any excitement for the new season?! Bring us Villa or Silva? Since the Barry deal looks not to be working out. They are just asking more and more money each day and then they turned around and tell the press they are not interested. Yeah, go to hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and was looking at the training pics earlier and Agger is back and well. Complete with a gold chain around his neck. The type which mafia lord normally wears. What's with that Danny? Trying to live up to the rumours or something eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-7071003718654986268?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7071003718654986268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=7071003718654986268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7071003718654986268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7071003718654986268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/ds-for-new-signings.html' title='The Ds for the new signings.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SG8TNOTocGI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wcUevllbG8A/s72-c/F654C6A7-DD7A-95B4-4A2AEC49EC71224E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-7848365226106718460</id><published>2008-07-04T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:53:17.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy episode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pepe reina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euro 08'/><title type='text'>Pepe Reina equals superloco</title><content type='html'>Now I understand why in every player interview, when they are asked "who is the most vocal in the dressing room and always make the lads laugh?", the answer will be "Pepe Reina". He is super crazy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QKPYuIVenf8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QKPYuIVenf8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Going crazy on the plane back to Madrid.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3HfpckA5bg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3HfpckA5bg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Doing the Cameraroo. Which I have no idea what the heck is that but he is crazy nonetheless.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7Mq1b0qg9U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7Mq1b0qg9U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And this here is a bonus for the ladies. Bunch of Spanish players running around topless. You bet they are drunk. Yes. The spinning hug between Villa and the press guy is gayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, IF we win the league this seasohn(the way Nando pronounce it, don't play play ok), then we get to see Reina do all this? Niceeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-7848365226106718460?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7848365226106718460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=7848365226106718460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7848365226106718460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7848365226106718460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/pepe-reina-equals-superloco.html' title='Pepe Reina equals superloco'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-7722892848813594475</id><published>2008-07-04T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:24:29.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahhh'/><title type='text'>too much fun, too little work done.</title><content type='html'>That pretty much sums up what the last few days have been like. Besides the usual lectures and tutorials, I have been getting nothing done except having fun like it's still the holidays and yeah, it's no good. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with Sara, Q Jin and Rachel(Sara's sis) on Wednesday and we really had a great time! It was your usual movie and camwhoring session but they always say it's the company that matters. Saw Wanted and I really really like the movie. Except I still hate the fact that Angelina Jolie is in it. But I have to say James McAvoy kicks ass. After watching Atonement, I have to say I have doubt about him playing Wesley Gibson in an action movie, but he is more than convincing. He got us all laughing, screaming and answering his random questions in our seats. Seriously, he just go "What the fuck have you done lately?" towards the end of the movie. And no, Wesley, 6 weeks ago I was NOT pathetic. All in all, the story line is quite good, with all the twists to keep us intrigued throughout the movie. Love the humour, love the guy, love the story line, but I have to say I'm not a big fan of the special effects. Bullets that curl?! Yeah right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class yesterday, watched Hancock with Sara and Rachel. Well, I have to say this is not a movie that is worth seeing it the 2nd time. It was ok, I mean it's Will Smith so you definitely got your fair dosage of humour but the story line is a bit off. What's with God making them in pair and they usually pair up and die and all that shite. It's sort of like they can't find a good explanation for his super power and so they just simply pick one off the trash cans. This is the lamest superhero movie I've ever watch in term of story line. All that hyped for nothing. One point though, Jason Bateman is good. He don't need to do much to get you laugh like hell. Or maybe it's just because of the way he looks, so he just need to say a line in his straight face and you'll start cracking up. And ru, he seriously looks like Xabi in certain aspects. Especially the nose. But Xabi has got nicer cheek bones though. Maybe Xabi will look like him in 20 years time huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I got home from the movie, Joceyn the roomie, Jojo and Ah Pink asked me to go with them to MP for steamboat at Seoul Garden. Between the bread which I got earlier and a nice steamboat for dinner, obviously I chose the latter. Gosh, the fun we had. It's NOT good to laugh so hard when you are full, as we found out the hard way after the dinner. Oh yeah, I had 8 scopes of their i-still-havent-figure-out-what-flavour-is-that ice cream. It's really really nice. It ranks up there with my Baskin Robbins rum and raisins. And after the dinner, we did something so crazy that I'm putting myself on tight budget for at least 2 weeks. No more nice food, just mixed rice will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-7722892848813594475?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7722892848813594475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=7722892848813594475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7722892848813594475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7722892848813594475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-much-fun-too-little-work-done.html' title='too much fun, too little work done.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-5507761781500608315</id><published>2008-06-30T09:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:28:45.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sergio ramos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euro 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iker casillas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Silva'/><title type='text'>Spain's the Euro 08 Champs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SGgyODwVR1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/01UPX5LPzKM/s400/729290_w2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Torres's 33 minutes strike(and maybe the hair gel) is what makes all the difference. But throughout the night, Spain totally outplayed the Germans and even though they created some threats, the cup looked to have belong to Spain all the while. The entire squad from top to bottom just oozed qualities. And the most important thing is, they played as a unit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SGg2Q1T_5uI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ZrIR1gnkGcY/s400/729084_w2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way Nando outrun P.Lahm is so damn funny. It was like Nando was on his right then he suddenly stop and run on his left side instead. He changed direction so fast that Lahm was like "EH?". And once you let Torres get pass the defenders and it's him one on one with the keeper, we all know what the outcome is most of the time. The kid is just so smart! And yeah, ru, what's with the thumb sucking? Olalla pregnant? Heheh. Be a man Nando, if that's the case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many players who stood out that night that it would be unfair to single them out. But there a few who are superb. Casillas has always been, and was the same last night. In fact, he was impressive with all the pressure on his shoulder. Being a goalie and a captain on a night like this is NOT easy. Beside him, Sergio Ramos really stood out for me. He's everywhere, after every ball. And he nearly scored a header which he totally deserved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aragones, well, what can I say, he's one brave man. Alonso for Cesc, fine la. Santi Cazorla for Silva, ok, still fine la. BUT then, Guiza for Nando AGAIN. And they were only up by 1 goal. What if Germany scored an equaliser? Then they go into ET in the final WITHOUT Nando? He's one brave man. But anyhow, credits to him for bringing Spain this far and it's a really nice way to retire. Hopefully he didn't hurt his back while being tossed in the air but the players. I bet it's Reina's idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, a great night of football and for Spain's football. Anyone who calls them underachievers from now on is going to get it from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pics from euro2008.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-5507761781500608315?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5507761781500608315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=5507761781500608315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5507761781500608315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5507761781500608315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/spains-euro-08-champs.html' title='Spain&apos;s the Euro 08 Champs!'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SGgyODwVR1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/01UPX5LPzKM/s72-c/729290_w2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-3894713089829212073</id><published>2008-06-29T20:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:09:13.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go...well almost.</title><content type='html'>It's just a few more hours and we will be witnessing the final of Euro 08 between Spain and Germany. Well, maybe more than a few more hours. But, the anticipation kills all the same. Ahhh, I miss moments like this, so I'm indulging myself in it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los Espanoles have got to beat the Jerries. They have simply waited too long for this, and if they were to come so close and yet missed it, it'll be heartbreaking. Seeing Terry cry in the CL final in one thing but it will be a totally different thing seeing the likes of Nando, Alonso, Casillas, my Silva =p and co. tearing up. But, I don't mind tears of joy of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, after watching all the replays at home during the weekend (I did rest, I lay on the couch with the remote in hand enjoying the replays of Spain matches, that's the best rest one can get alrite), I have all the confident that Spain has a little bit more than what it takes to win the cup. But with Villa out for sure, it almost certainly means that Nando will be the lone striker. (No Dani Guiza please, I still think that chico is shite even though he did get the goal against Russia) And Nando needs someone like Stevie to feed super balls to him. But from what I see, our handsome-mest midfielders like to play short balls. I do not know what the reasons are, Nando just doesn't seem settled in the squad. Maybe he feels he's not ensure with the trust that he is given at Liverpool. So, maybe Villa's absent is a blessing in disguise. I seriously hope Aragones will start Cesc, or Soler the way Gordon likes to call him. That kid is so good and he injects pace into Spain's play everytime he comes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Oh well, it's Es-fucking-pana, they will make it. Whatever the odds are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what is it like to actually be in Spain now. In the country with the people supporting their NT. Goshhh, I want to go to Spain like now!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, found out yesterday that Click is coming back to Malaysia in August for MAA!! Wootttt. But guess what, that thing is going to be in Genting AGAIN. Arena of Stars AGAIN. So, they will be performing in the same venue in less than 2 months. That's sick. CRAZY SICK. I know it's not up to them this time around, but someone needs to tell Dave or whoever that there actually are OTHER places for concerts and shows in Malaysia. Hmmphh, so, the question now is, to go or not to go? And if were to go, how far to go? Heheh. I miss the fun and not to mention the guys! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;More Headlight Disco pleaseee? )&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/3213426450222063073-3894713089829212073?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3894713089829212073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=3894713089829212073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3894713089829212073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3894713089829212073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-we-gowell-almost.html' title='Here we go...well almost.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-818108944089033447</id><published>2008-06-28T16:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:31:25.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Silva'/><title type='text'>David Josué Jiménez Silva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SGX1KeT2jyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gjIbUqTqxBU/s400/_44253961_xavi2_afp300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, my latest obsession. The kid on your right. &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;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SGX2CsOGoaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sVzp6naN0_A/s400/119680039698220071204-797383dn.jpg" /&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;Isn't he adorable? =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-818108944089033447?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/818108944089033447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=818108944089033447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/818108944089033447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/818108944089033447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/david-josu-jimnez-silva.html' title='David Josué Jiménez Silva'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SGX1KeT2jyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gjIbUqTqxBU/s72-c/_44253961_xavi2_afp300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-578669810579972202</id><published>2008-06-27T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:03:28.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euro 08'/><title type='text'>No heartache, only headache.</title><content type='html'>Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain is through to the finals yeay!! But I only watched like 24 minutes of play before the headache threaten to kill me. Anyhows, back at home now and watched the replay this afternoon. Hmmphh, this Nando is seriously not the Nando we see in the Liverpool as Paul Tomkins put it. He missed so much chances that in any given day he'll get a hat trick already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just went to see the Chinese tabib. And you'll think they only listen to your pulse and give you chinese medicine that taste like shite. But NO, they use temperature reader and tells me 'yeah, you've got fever' AND they give paraceptamol too! This is freaking ridiculous. So, on top of the chinese med that taste like shite, I have to continue eating panadol too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for the sake of getting well and watching the Euro finals, I shall put up with this. Vamos Espana!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-578669810579972202?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/578669810579972202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=578669810579972202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/578669810579972202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/578669810579972202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-heartache-only-headache.html' title='No heartache, only headache.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-6236102677468005039</id><published>2008-06-26T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:27:47.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahhh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euro 08'/><title type='text'>Damn toothache!</title><content type='html'>Haven't been sick like this in a very very long time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st felt a bit feverish before dinner yesterday and hence went to sleep right after dinner. And the next thing I know, I was woken up by this severe toothache in the middle of the night. It's even more painful than when I was having my braces on. And because of that damn pain, didn't get any sleep at all. Should have just wake up and watch the Germany match instead of lying on the bed and not being able to fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst thing is, don't know what was I thinking, woke up having a bad fever and yet still went to class. All I can say is, that Criminal Law woman is damn &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lo so&lt;/span&gt;. She just talked and talked and talked and talked. About the same old thing that she's told us endless times. By that point of the time, my throbbing headache is beyond tolerable already. Took 2 panadols FINALLY(yeah, people who know me well know I'm not a big fan of Panadol) and came back and slept my head off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm well now I think. No more fever, no more toothache. And I declare myself fit to watch the Spain match! Vamos Espana! Oh Aragones no more stupid sub like guitar for nando please. Spain needs to get into the final. This is my 1st semi after the Liverpool CL one and I'll kill myself if it ends in heartache again. Urghh, sometimes I hate what football do to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-6236102677468005039?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6236102677468005039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=6236102677468005039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6236102677468005039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6236102677468005039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/damn-toothache.html' title='Damn toothache!'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4729887035193542849</id><published>2008-06-22T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:21:58.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - F1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kimi Raikkonen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euro 08'/><title type='text'>Exhaust problem?!</title><content type='html'>Looks like Kimi's bad spell has begun. Every season, he's bound to find himself in a phase like this. Exhaust problem?! Oh god. 1st the mistake at Monaco, then Lewis "oh I didn't see the red light" Hamilton in Monaco, and then exhaust problem in France today. He's 3rd in the drivers' championship 5 points behind the leader Massa(gosh, i hate the sound of this!) and 3 points behind Kubica who's in 2nd. Oh great, things are getting interesting race by race it seems.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, was at home for the weekend. Didn't really plan to go back but since dad is passing by Melaka on the way home from Genting, so decided to follow him home. And I'm glad I did. Met up with bunch of old friends from secondary school on Saturday and it has been ages since I talk to them proper. All we did was sat in McD and talk for hours catching up. Then later FM spent the night at my place so and we were watching Elliot Minor and TC5 clips and listened to lots of songs together. So, it was just like the old days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who are going off to uni soon, all the best! I'm really going to miss Ah Miao. That woman is going off to Sabah! God knows when will I see her again! Take care you people! Time really flies, those days when we were in school and live the days without a single worry seems like yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of good luck, well, here's to Spain for the match against Italy later tonight! Won't be watching it since the class is at 10am tomorrow but you bet I'll be rooting for them all the same. Vamos Espana! Let's get into the semis and I do not care what class or shite, I'm going to watch it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the motto on their official team bus reads &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"pase lo pase, Espana siempre!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(no matter what, Spain forever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-4729887035193542849?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4729887035193542849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4729887035193542849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4729887035193542849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4729887035193542849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/exhaust-problem.html' title='Exhaust problem?!'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4610784835566489799</id><published>2008-06-21T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:19:50.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant and vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>Ohh, I know it all!!!</title><content type='html'>And that would be Mr. Halim Said of New Straits Time. Check out his review of TC5 concert in Genting on &lt;a href="http://mizzdramatic.blogspot.com/2008/06/geting-review-from-new-straits-times.html"&gt;Sylvia&lt;/a&gt;'s blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had enough. People writing them off before even listening to them. Just because they are effing good looking. And to have a professional reporter doing it too. This ticks me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Halim said the guys failed to connect. Said they need to work on their interpersonal skill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Halim said Kyle's voice was drawn out and he was croaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What pissed me off the most is the way he writes is so "this fucking band knows shite about music" and "all they've got is a bunch of shrieking fans who are equally dumb".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, 1st of all, Mister, when you do a review, you make sure the song titles are correct. And at that, you failed. Do your homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the guys failed to connect? Let's put you up there in front of a VIP area which consists of teenagers, young adults, and ADULTS(parents, no joke. yawning in their seats) accompanying their kids. On top of that, NO standing, NO banners. When the crowds are spread out like that, yeah you try to connect, Mr. Halim. It's a fucking rock concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle was croaking? Because he was sick dumbass. Again, do your homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the way he wrote the whole article is just like the way half of the music listening population talk about The Click Five. Writing them off before even giving them a listen. Just because of their image. It doesn't mean the music is not good. Obviously this Mister here don't know better and so are half of the music listening population. The difference is, Mr. Halim here is doing it as a professional and that shouldn't be allowed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am doing here may sound like a die-hard fan defending her favorite band or as Mr. Halim put it, whatever wrong the guys do "it hardly matter to their adoring fans". But seriously, I'm more pissed off with the fact that people writing them off all the time than the way some know-it-all did his review of the concert. For God's sake, he can't even get the song title correct and he judged the show by the starting 15 minutes. So, it indicates how good he is with his job to begin with. He probably is already prejudiced before the guys even got on stage. And oh, saying that they need to improve on their interpersonal skills on newspapers is personal attack, Mr. Halim. Maybe I should forward the review to Wayne or Dave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-4610784835566489799?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4610784835566489799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4610784835566489799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4610784835566489799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4610784835566489799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/ohh-i-know-it-all.html' title='Ohh, I know it all!!!'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-5013580133440316147</id><published>2008-06-21T11:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:07:57.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Arne Riise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Kit 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><title type='text'>It better not be an indication of the new season.</title><content type='html'>Not long ago, Liverpool unveiled their new home kit for the 2008/2009 and 2009/2010 season. And it looks like this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFx35ZeRKDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/70Y42pLw8_g/s400/liverpool-shirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Despite the V-necks which we initially think its quite gay, the players pull it off. They look cool in it. Nothing wrong. In fact I love it so much I'm so going to get the ladies one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Much anticipation was in place for the new away kit. Bear in mind that we are a club with bad experiences when it comes to away kit. We got a freaking yellow one 2 seasons back which looks like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFx5MVZh8WI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FlCr1kVMhkc/s400/stevie+-+away+kit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eww I know. And when the players are celebrating a goal in the kit, it looked like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFx5yNN7p8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/4-dzZvdERXA/s400/NPXLiverpool09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sea of yellow. someone pass me my shades! pronto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And for the upcoming 2008/2009 season, Adidas present us with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFx6Phs9PbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2P-dsMS-lcU/s400/LiverpoolGreyAway.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grey in colour. Are they fucking serious?! GREY? What kind of a football club wears a grey jersey? When I see Stevie in it, I'm like "WTH?", I'm sure he pretty much thinks the same too judging fromhis expression in that ad. Grey, so totally NO SEMANGAT. Like ashes. Like "poof", as Pei Ru puts it. And not to mention it is GAY. It looks GAY. I'm covering my eyes when they wear it in the new season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mothereffing Adidas, what were you thinking?! This is worst than the yellow. And hell, it's worse then Chelshit's highlight pen away shirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and John Arne Riise is off to Roma a few days back. Too much on my hands to do a separate post for him. So, thanks for the memories Riise. I already forgive him for scoring the own goal and screw up our chances in CL last season, yeahh totally. Good luck in Italy. "John Arne Riise, John Arne Riise, I want to know how you score that goal..." No, I'm singing about all his belters like the ones against Mancs and Barca, not the own goal.&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/3213426450222063073-5013580133440316147?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5013580133440316147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=5013580133440316147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5013580133440316147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5013580133440316147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-better-not-be-indication-of-new.html' title='It better not be an indication of the new season.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFx35ZeRKDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/70Y42pLw8_g/s72-c/liverpool-shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-2589341436387226081</id><published>2008-06-20T16:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:13:07.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joey zehr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethan mentzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kyle patrick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>Getting in touch with my fangirl side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The guys were in Bali for the past week. It was the last leg of their "World" Tour(it's more like Australia/Asia Tour?) and it wasn't a concert but a show at Hard Rock on Tuesday nonetheless. From what we've heard, the show was awesome. And the guys were all wearing something they wouldn't be caught dead wearing in Malaysia. A vest, that's it. Or for Joey's case, not wearing anything. Well, we've always known he can't afford a shirt. So yeah.&lt;br /&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;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFtv338MyCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RrjYHzQz2Fs/s400/mentzer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ethan *my middle name is sexy* Mentzer - whoever says TC5 is a boy band, take that BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, besides that, they came bearing news from Bali. Kyle, Ethan and Joey has a girlfriend. Yeay! They are all there with them at Bali and some fans saw them walking hand in hand. You wouldn't want to know how I reacted when the girls told me over MSN yesterday night. My roomie and housemates bear witness and I think their impression of me is forever changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well, at least that means Ethan M is NOT gay. Wheeeee. Or maybe the girlfriend thing is just a cover up like Winnie said? And how did Ethan manage to write such a heartbreaking song when he is in love with someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhh, whatever. I'm back to mourning. It's day 2 and tomorrow is the last day. I will get over it. Tomorrow. Damn TC5. You make me happy you make me sad. I don't know where that comes from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Btw, I'm going home laterrrr! Yeay! *looks forward to a great connection* I have loads of stuff to download like you wouldn't believe it! And the Holland and Russia match tomorrow should be interesting! GO HOLLAND! Get us a goal Dirky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-2589341436387226081?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2589341436387226081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=2589341436387226081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2589341436387226081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2589341436387226081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-in-touch-with-my-fangirl-side.html' title='Getting in touch with my fangirl side'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFtv338MyCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RrjYHzQz2Fs/s72-c/mentzer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-6622881267458838670</id><published>2008-06-20T11:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:49:34.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant and vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euro 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>If I could make someone dead with my mind.</title><content type='html'>It would be whoever responsible for this bloody Internet connection! For the whole day yesterday, I couldn't access any website. Hence no blogging, no spamming on cbox, no facebook-ing and NO daily footie news! This fucktards of a connection I'm tell you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with Sara and Rachel yesterday after our partially canceled Criminal Law lecture. First time meeting Rachel and I'm really glad we get along well! Haha lots of common topics I guess. She's a really really nice girl. Watched Made of Honour with them and the movie was quite good. Well, when there is McDreamy, it is bound to be good! Heheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woohoooo Portugal is OUT of Euro!(sorry winnie) I seriously do not like Gay C. Ron! Urghh, but no, I must refrain from laughing at other people's exit at least until Spain beat the gaytalians. Vamos Espana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I soo want to go Panic's concert on Aug 4. So I need to either pray that I have reallyy good luck to win some tickets from the radio station or I need to start saving NOW. I think the latter is more practical, yes?&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/3213426450222063073-6622881267458838670?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6622881267458838670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=6622881267458838670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6622881267458838670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/6622881267458838670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-could-make-someone-dead-with-my.html' title='If I could make someone dead with my mind.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4741753403981213459</id><published>2008-06-18T01:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:47:39.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.S. I Love You'/><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFfz41RyLYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BSMBCy71g3s/s1600-h/p_s_i_love_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFfz41RyLYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BSMBCy71g3s/s400/p_s_i_love_you.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212903251404533122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have never feel so much emotions at once in a single movie. Just watched the movie and my hands are actually still shaking while typing this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a beautiful movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know for a fact that I'm not biased because it's an adaptation of my favorite book of all time by Cecelia Ahern. When I first found out about this movie and Hilary Swank is portraying an Irish girl I was like "what the heck?! she better be able to do the Irish accent!". And then later I found out, oh no, they changed the story too. Holly is not an Irish in the movie as per the book, she is an American and she and Gerry actually met when she was traveling in Ireland. I was pissed alright, I was pissed. How can they adapt a novel like this?! Holly and Gerry are soul mates and they are both from Dublin. It's the only version of the story I want to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I was moved at the end of the movie. For what it's worth, it is no less better than the book. In fact, it is as good as it gets. And Hilary Swank is just superb. She portrays Holly so well that she made people laugh and cry with her throughout the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say, the movie has got everything. The Holly, the Gerry, the Irish wit, the music, the scenery and oh, we get to see Jeffrey Dean Morgan singing too! Well, it was weird cause one moment he's in Supernatural hunting demon, and another in Grey's dying and now in here singing THE song in an Irish pub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad they didn't use my favorite quote from the book where Gerry said to Holly in one of the letters, "Shoot for the moon, and even if you miss, you'll still be among the stars." Oh and also Ciara didn't play as much part and so didn't John. I was really hoping to see the pages of Gerry's letter to John on his birthday on screen cause that's one of my favourite moments in the book. But oh well, I can't have everything. As I have learn it the hard way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it is a great movie. Up there with Once and Elizabethtown. And can I say I'm totally in love with Irish accent now after Once and this? Heheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-4741753403981213459?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4741753403981213459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4741753403981213459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4741753403981213459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4741753403981213459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFfz41RyLYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BSMBCy71g3s/s72-c/p_s_i_love_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-1085468754970565681</id><published>2008-06-17T15:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:59:14.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethan mentzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant and vent'/><title type='text'>Ahhhh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFdsumQ1zmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Oq97u3nkIMo/s1600-h/27.+Unexpected+meeting+-+EnShe%27s+Kok+Jin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFdsumQ1zmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Oq97u3nkIMo/s320/27.+Unexpected+meeting+-+EnShe%27s+Kok+Jin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212754641505603170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the unexpected meeting which shocked en she at Hard Rock last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That guy there, is officially the luckiest person on earth in my book.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine, I came back to the room at about 3smth, all exhausted and hot(bloody weather!) from running freaking errands around the campus and at Ixora management, Sylvia told me &lt;a href="http://jin.blog.hitz.fm/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; over MSN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Remember Jin? Kok Jin?(yeshh, of course I remember him and En She my cousin knows why the best) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;He bumped into Ethan in Bali while buying snacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMFG. WTF. Buying snacks! At a mini markettttt. And we had to wait at the airport for almost 12 hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-1085468754970565681?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1085468754970565681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=1085468754970565681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1085468754970565681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1085468754970565681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahhhh.html' title='Ahhhh.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFdsumQ1zmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Oq97u3nkIMo/s72-c/27.+Unexpected+meeting+-+EnShe%27s+Kok+Jin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8548154490365377186</id><published>2008-06-17T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:45:24.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahhh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethan mentzer'/><title type='text'>I feel good!</title><content type='html'>Despite the bad connection, oh, when I say bad, it is BAD. Bloody Ixora. Getting our own Streamyx soon. So yeah, despite the bad connection, there's basically quite a lot to make me feel good since I last update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, it's good to finally see the girls and the guy again after the semester break and catch up. Well, I was babbling about Ethan and the Click to Sara most of the time and she was telling me about her trip(or the *ahem* she met =p), and I missed talking to her the most! So, I say good thing you didn't turn up, whatever your name is, you Islamic Law lecturer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And remember I was saying how much I love this new apartment. The thing is, we didn't really get to know the people staying here when we moved in. And last night, I don't remember exactly how we decided, but I think it was Peipei who suggested it, and we did it the old school way, ice-breaking. No joke, we all sat in a circle in the living room and start introducing ourselves, exchange numbers and talked a little. Well, all's good after the bonding session and I have to say I won't judge a book by its cover anymore. Never ever. *ahem* Pei Pei *ahem*. They are all nice people and I have a feeling we'll all get along just fine. We even got a house warming organised for next Thursday ok. Or not housewarming but whatever you call it. Yeshhh, steamboat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, just got up like 15 minutes ago and I haven't wash up yet cause decided to blog while the connection is still ok. And I usually don't like it when I dream, be it a good or bad dream, cause it means I didn't sleep well. And I remember my dreams clearly most of the time, and I find that annoying. But boy, I had a GREAT dream last night. It involves Ethan crashing at my place and using his laptop in the computer room and sleeping in my room. On the mattress on the floor. Well, of course in reality it will never ever happen. Cause 1st of all, Ethan WON'T crash in my place, ever. And 2nd of all, I would have ask him to take my bed and I'll sleep at my parent's room or he can even take Chris' room if he is not there. Like hell I'm gonna let Ethan M. sleep on the floor, with or without a mattress doesn't matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm laughing my head off when I woke up and recount the dream to the roomie, but hey, a girl can dream right. Literally. Exactly why I say Ethan Mentzer turned me into a teenie. Damn. I need to get back to my normal self. This is a side that I have lost touch since I was 14?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8548154490365377186?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8548154490365377186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8548154490365377186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8548154490365377186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8548154490365377186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-good.html' title='I feel good!'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4486124857046099314</id><published>2008-06-15T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:49:14.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euro 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david villa'/><title type='text'>Villa please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFSQHOowLFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ulcpuxOBQxs/s1600-h/david-villa-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFSQHOowLFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ulcpuxOBQxs/s400/david-villa-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211949122637016146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the dumbass Sweden supporters at Hebeeb, buggers, its "Vi-ya" not "Vil-la". Bloody hell, they were like "fuck torres, fuck vi-la". Wana fuck then fuck properly la. Name also don't know how to pronounce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's David Villa the hero AGAIN.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His last minute winner secured a place for Spain in the quarter finals. Seriously, the whole squad should be bloody grateful that they have someone like Villa. For the 1st 45 minutes I watched, they weren't as great as when they were against Russia. The defence were particularly shite after Puyol was off. But, boy, thank God for Villa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that they are in the last eight, I can relax and enjoy their next match against Greece. Probably try to remember all the funny Greek names? Hopefully they can go far this time and not as Alberto said that "they will go into the quarter finals and then get eliminated." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And uhm, can we have Villa? Pleaseeee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, on a totally different note, I moved into the new unit yeaterday. Still in Ixora(laugh yeah laugh, I hate this place but apparently my parents love it). The apartment is so EMPTY that there's echo in the living room. Now, that's a change. And I love my new room! It's so much more spacious than my previous!&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/3213426450222063073-4486124857046099314?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4486124857046099314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4486124857046099314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4486124857046099314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4486124857046099314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/villa-please.html' title='Villa please.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFSQHOowLFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ulcpuxOBQxs/s72-c/david-villa-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8841945414521866632</id><published>2008-06-15T11:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:27:39.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An entry dedicated to the birthday girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFSLklLUB4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/87T5nhOtrbU/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFSLklLUB4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/87T5nhOtrbU/s320/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211944129345619842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFSLklLUB4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/87T5nhOtrbU/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's your 20th birthday.&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;So I wish you have a wonderful one and also all the days that follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Known you for almost 2 years now and thanks for all the good memories that you gave me and I hope there's still to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, last but not least, thanks for being my fellow backpackers(pretender; where are you from again?), my life partner(we are gona win the race one day eh), and my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasi&lt;/span&gt; sister. Did I left out anything? Gosh, I'm on the brink of identity crisis already la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8841945414521866632?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8841945414521866632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8841945414521866632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8841945414521866632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8841945414521866632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/entry-dedicated-to-birthday-girl.html' title='An entry dedicated to the birthday girl'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SFSLklLUB4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/87T5nhOtrbU/s72-c/DSC00377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-5858782024250139872</id><published>2008-06-13T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:54:05.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethan mentzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kyle patrick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>Ethan, Ethan, more Ethannn.</title><content type='html'>FINALLY. Found a version of Don't Let Me Go WITHOUT all the screaming and shouting. This song is so much more emotional performed to a quiet audience. Ethan sure love this, cause he was asking people to shut up at the other venues so that his guitar can be heard. Only thing is the audio is a bit off in here. Well, you can't have everything right.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUYlpkL1ESE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUYlpkL1ESE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so beautiful that it brings tears to my eyes every time I listen to this. I swear a lot of us will kill them if they don't put this in the new album. Apparently the new album will be out sooner than we thought! Somewhere around August according to Kyle.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;(that means we see them next year?)&lt;/span&gt; Well, make sense since we know they already have some songs done. I want Don't Let Me Go the way it is. No drums, no keys, no bass. Just Kyle's voice and Ethan's guitar. Can ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh great, I start school in freaking 2 days and here I am, still can't get over this damnn hang over. Muchas gracias guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-5858782024250139872?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5858782024250139872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=5858782024250139872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5858782024250139872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5858782024250139872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/ethan-ethan-more-ethannn.html' title='Ethan, Ethan, more Ethannn.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-5476215950169404178</id><published>2008-06-12T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:31:02.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy episode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blahhh'/><title type='text'>future predicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="text-align: center;font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_bg.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espin.com/index.php?trip=833" title="eSpin the Bottle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_ext_title.gif" alt="Behold... My Future" title="Behold... My Future" width="350" height="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_crush.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;I will marry &lt;b&gt;daniel agger&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_city.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_live_house.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in &lt;b&gt;liverpool&lt;/b&gt; in our fabulous &lt;b&gt;House&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_kids.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;We will have &lt;b&gt;2 kid(s)&lt;/b&gt; together.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_car.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_color.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;Our family will zoom around in a &lt;b&gt;red mini cooper&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="100" align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_money.gif" width="50" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="193" style="padding-left:5px;padding-right:2px;"&gt;I will spend my days as a &lt;b&gt;backpacker&lt;/b&gt;, and live happily ever after.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espin.com/mash-game.php?trip=833" title="whats your future"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.espin.com/images/mash/mash_what_yours.gif" alt="whats your future" width="163" height="33" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTMyNDQ3MDk5ODQmcHQ9MTIxMzI*NDc3MjQ2OCZwPTExMDk5MSZkPU1hc2grR2FtZSZuPSZnPTE=.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Yeah righttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-5476215950169404178?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5476215950169404178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=5476215950169404178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5476215950169404178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5476215950169404178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/future-predicted.html' title='future predicted'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-7689888001497447722</id><published>2008-06-11T22:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:53:26.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethan mentzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>He kills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SE_jC0c8EdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/h_R0eLMsolk/s1600-h/2564523472_e4a3cb57b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SE_jC0c8EdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/h_R0eLMsolk/s400/2564523472_e4a3cb57b9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210632931470217682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He writes great songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He plays the bass with his soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He gives it all doing back-up vocals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's uber nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then he did THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(It's Liverpool red!OMFG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh, over dosage of Ethan M. kills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear God, please 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;&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;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SE_geP8UzjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/k5ny6Y5Vjh0/s400/2564523956_b3b7ab379c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's all over now though.&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credit: Awesome pics by Melissa. Thanks for letting me use it gal! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3213426450222063073-7689888001497447722?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7689888001497447722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=7689888001497447722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7689888001497447722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7689888001497447722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-kills.html' title='He kills.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SE_jC0c8EdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/h_R0eLMsolk/s72-c/2564523472_e4a3cb57b9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-5047737857759288351</id><published>2008-06-11T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:54:18.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pepe reina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xabi Alonso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euro 08'/><title type='text'>Dear readers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry and please forgive me for the constant yapping about the click five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need (more) time (than expected) to get over the click mood. Damn guys. They kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mayyie&lt;/span&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;On a totally different note, Spain soared to a 4-1 win over Russia last night. Villa scored a hat-trick and Cesc got one. Went to sleep after Nando was subbed, so didn't saw the last 2 goals until this morning. Which mean I miss Xabi's time on the pitch too. Anyways, who says Spain sucks and they don't score enough. And Shebby and Masefield, the Villa-Torres partnership bars none? NO. It's second behind the Gerrard-Torres partnership, you dumbas. I can't stop watching the highlight where Villa ran to the bench to celebrate with Torres after his hat trick. Vamos Espana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That means only 2 Liverpool players were involved in the match last night. Oh wait, make it 3. Pepe talked the referee around after the ref refused to give Villa the match ball. Xabi tried after Villa, but failed. Now we know who is more persuasive. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(see, it's not all about Click)&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/3213426450222063073-5047737857759288351?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5047737857759288351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=5047737857759288351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5047737857759288351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5047737857759288351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-readers.html' title='Dear readers'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8597876052211683158</id><published>2008-06-11T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:39:22.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant and vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>Damn bug.</title><content type='html'>There's travel bug. Once you got bitten by it, you want to travel constantly. Like Sara. Like Siew Mee. (welcome home girls, bet Australia was fun!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But a concert bug? I want to see a concert so badly now. Any concert. Click were just amazing the other day. I woke up to the image of Joe kneeling on stage mouthing the keys. Damnnn. This hang-over is starting to get annoying now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so empty. Gahhhh. I feel deprived. Click deprived. *runs off to get my iPod*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8597876052211683158?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8597876052211683158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8597876052211683158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8597876052211683158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8597876052211683158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/damn-bug.html' title='Damn bug.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-160836700331319809</id><published>2008-06-10T23:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:00:39.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Once'/><title type='text'>Once - A simple story told beautifully</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SE6b8X61LTI/AAAAAAAAANw/585jKM1NWqQ/s1600-h/once_press.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SE6b8X61LTI/AAAAAAAAANw/585jKM1NWqQ/s400/once_press.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210273280429468978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a simple story. An Irish street musician meet a foreign girl. And their music connects them. But what is so beautiful about this story is beyond the story itself. It's how the story came about and how it evolves.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started when the director John Carney approached Glen and requested him to write some songs for a film called "Street Musician" they were making it with some big time actor and producer. They needed a Eastern European girl who plays piano, and so Glen brought Marketa who's a Czech for audition and she got the part. The movie went into making with reasonably big budget. And one day, the actor pulled out, and then the producer too. The movie looks as if its doomed then John said "You know what, let's do this. Let's finish this." After all, big budget isn't everything. All that is needed is a right story told by the right music and right people. With the songs Glen and Marketa had written, they continue with the film and called it Once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6xIF92OUos&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6xIF92OUos&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The trailer with my favorite scene where the guy and the gal(yeah, we won't know their names throughout the whole movie) talk over looking the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes this film beautiful is the rawness and simplicity I guess. Throughout the whole film, you can actually feel that they are just being themselves because they are telling the story through the songs they wrote. And they are doing it without the special effect and it also adds to the beauty that they are both NOT actors. They are simply song writers doing a sorta home musical movie. It's so real and raw that there's this one improvised scene at the back of the bus which they did it in one take with the camera shaking. And because they are not actors but the director needs to make it work somehow, they are quite a few of these improvised scenes in the movie which even though it has depart from the script but still work out beautifully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_LMv0BOKkWc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_LMv0BOKkWc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;THE song - Falling Slowly. One of the most beautiful scenes in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there is just so many crossing-lines in this film and makes it so real and interesting. The fact that Glen and Marketa did write the songs together, and that they are really close before and now they are a couple. So, during the film, even when the director goes "ok, out, music in", they are still being themselves. And the OST is just amazing as well. Some of the songs like Marketa's If You Want Me, is the original version. The 1st one they recorded at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like one of the music critique puts it, this film doesn't only stood out, but it has come to stay. It is the kind of movie which changed the air in the cinema. You can feel it, the lights dimmed, and after 88 minutes, everyone is at this totally different place. &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/3213426450222063073-160836700331319809?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/160836700331319809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=160836700331319809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/160836700331319809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/160836700331319809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/once-simple-story-told-beautifully.html' title='Once - A simple story told beautifully'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SE6b8X61LTI/AAAAAAAAANw/585jKM1NWqQ/s72-c/once_press.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-3727448833110235923</id><published>2008-06-10T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:31:59.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethan mentzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>Don't Let Me Go</title><content type='html'>Besides the OST to Once(I'm gonna make a proper review of it soon, since it's the best movie ever), I've been listening to this song called Don't Let Me Go written by Ethan Mentzer on loop on despite the bad quality, the shouting and Kyle's mistake in the 1st verse*. They HAVE TO put it in the new album. It's so beautiful. Seeing Kyle and him doing the song that night, I'm almost certain that it's a song from his bottom of his heart. Hmmm, wonder what's the story behind the song.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(65, 65, 65); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;I can see your shadow lying in the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can hear your heartbeat playing on my right side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every night I long for this, makin’ up what I miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I can hear you breathing letting out a sad sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;You tried so hard to hide your scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always on your guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t, don’t let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t make me hold on when you’re not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t, don’t turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What can I say so you won’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No don’t, don’t let me go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;I can see the skyline fading in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tears are comin’ down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m trying just to make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t listen to the radio just the engine and the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder if my words are makin’ any difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;I dream and then it seem to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but always come again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;I’m comin’ down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to where you’re standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need you now or you’ll be watchin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with a crash landing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 18px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/6Oh5iJQ8sz"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/6Oh5iJQ8sz" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/L-k2LEo/music/pdEhU6nt/the_click_five_dont_let_me_go/"&gt;Dont Let Me Go - The Click Five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-3727448833110235923?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3727448833110235923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=3727448833110235923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3727448833110235923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3727448833110235923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-let-me-go.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Me Go'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-2753918010677529725</id><published>2008-06-10T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:18:30.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - F1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lewis Hamilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kimi Raikkonen'/><title type='text'>I'm gona kill you Hamilton.</title><content type='html'>I've always said I've got nothing against this Brit driver who stunned the whole F1 Racing World in his debut season last year. Because he is really something. Despite him posing a huge threat to Kimi Raikkonen, I don't dislike him at all, in fact I respect him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he had to go make some stupid mistake like that on Sunday in the Canadanian GP. Imagine, a F1 driver didn't STOP AT RED LIGHT. Gosh, even a 3 year old won't make that mistake. Regardless of how stupid the rule is to have traffic light at the pit lane, it is still rule. Kimi stopped at the red, but Hammy apparently didn't see it, so he crashed into the back of Kimi. Oh wheee, both are out of the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimi said he's not angry, but unhappy. Because everyone make mistake. He did in the last race in Monaco. But it's different when you are going at 200 smth km/h and strolling in the pit lane! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a result, Kubica is leading the Championship now. Great. Things are getting more interesting now. I just hope it won't do any damage to Kimi's retaining the title or Hammy winning his 1st. Because to be honest, I want Kimi to win the title but if he can't make it, I don't mind Hammy. Not Massa. Not Alonso. Yeahh, I still got nothing against Hammy, just pissed off as hell. Oh well, at least he'll be punished next race. Relegated 10 place at the starting grid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-2753918010677529725?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2753918010677529725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=2753918010677529725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2753918010677529725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2753918010677529725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-gona-kill-you-hamilton.html' title='I&apos;m gona kill you Hamilton.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-1418556134440829766</id><published>2008-06-08T20:04:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:00:57.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>Cause pictures tell the story better, no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday at the airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvLtKQdX8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/IXzcDRqUpuU/s1600-h/IMG_5746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvLtKQdX8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/IXzcDRqUpuU/s400/IMG_5746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209481370692050882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shan and I getting way too excited when we just got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvMJO_uNfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SrV9qT1fQps/s1600-h/IMG_5747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvMJO_uNfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SrV9qT1fQps/s400/IMG_5747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209481853000365554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The excitement when we saw on the board that the 2.10pm plane has landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvMtLSebuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zBUfHaaR170/s1600-h/IMG_5749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvMtLSebuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zBUfHaaR170/s400/IMG_5749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209482470480572130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melissa and me with the Ben Romans banner while waiting for the guys to come out. Met her at airport and she remembers me from the promo tour last year and she seems familiar to me too. Turns out she's from my hometown and we  used to go to the same school! What a small world this is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvNUFzGTII/AAAAAAAAAMg/nDmPgSA3vHs/s1600-h/IMG_5750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvNUFzGTII/AAAAAAAAAMg/nDmPgSA3vHs/s400/IMG_5750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209483139021687938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few hours after where everyone seems to be coming out from the arrival hall except the guys. We later found out that they missed the initial flight and will be landing at 9.45pm instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvOLP4GcmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/la1RdjrX2-k/s1600-h/IMG_5751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvOLP4GcmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/la1RdjrX2-k/s400/IMG_5751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209484086619828834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The excitement makes it return when the 9.45pm plane finally landed at 10 something . The guys finally got out at 11.06pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvOi9qgMWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OFCj8f6b_sk/s1600-h/IMG_5752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvOi9qgMWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OFCj8f6b_sk/s400/IMG_5752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209484494047818082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture with Ethan which he held the camera(cause I'm too short, arghh!) and with the  unknown expression. I'm calling it the "huh?" expression for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvTGInV_kI/AAAAAAAAANo/8TuRGs0uvpw/s1600-h/IMG_5800a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvTGInV_kI/AAAAAAAAANo/8TuRGs0uvpw/s400/IMG_5800a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209489496329289282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The signed iPod! Finally settled for signing his name vertically after taking a few seconds contemplating where to sign without ruining the skin! *grins stupidly* I'm never ever changing the skin. Now I just need to figure out how the hell do I protect the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday at Genting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvO8Gk-0II/AAAAAAAAAM4/EPw3w-gIqRM/s1600-h/IMG_5760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvO8Gk-0II/AAAAAAAAAM4/EPw3w-gIqRM/s400/IMG_5760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209484925937307778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bumped into(genuinely no stalking here lol) Dave, their tour manager outside the theme park on the way to our hotel room a few hours before the concert. Asked for a quick picture and he seems surprised that some fan will want a picture with him. Hehe, the ulterior motive is actually to find out where the guys are which I did asked after the picture and he goes "oh, I'm trying to locate them as well." Yeah right Dave, as if you wouldn't know where the guys are lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvPjwvInpI/AAAAAAAAANA/iS_GutiVc7E/s1600-h/IMG_5761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvPjwvInpI/AAAAAAAAANA/iS_GutiVc7E/s400/IMG_5761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209485607269080722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the hotel room before the concert and Gordon is getting a wee bit too excited while the girls are just totally calm and cool in the background . Heheh, but this is nothing compared to the head hitting with poster of Sylvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvQrRsLvTI/AAAAAAAAANI/gR7U1S6y1TQ/s1600-h/IMG_5763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvQrRsLvTI/AAAAAAAAANI/gR7U1S6y1TQ/s400/IMG_5763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209486835885784370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joey's drums set on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvRRjL338I/AAAAAAAAANQ/DNyb6ZPaFOA/s1600-h/IMG_5765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvRRjL338I/AAAAAAAAANQ/DNyb6ZPaFOA/s400/IMG_5765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209487493417131970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a picture of me in front of the stage before the concert starts. Excited beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this point onwards, I guess I'm too into the concert and I totally forgot to take out my camera at all. But the others got more pictures and a few clips. So I'll update from time to time if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh, I can't believe everything is OVER now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-1418556134440829766?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1418556134440829766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=1418556134440829766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1418556134440829766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/1418556134440829766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/cause-pictures-tell-story-better-no.html' title='Cause pictures tell the story better, no?'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEvLtKQdX8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/IXzcDRqUpuU/s72-c/IMG_5746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8215706700308336584</id><published>2008-06-08T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:03:01.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy episode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>Awesome but not perfect.</title><content type='html'>Why is the concert not perfect? Cause it was kinda ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, let me ask you this, if you are in a concert, regardless of whether it's a rock concert or not, will you be asked to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIT DOWN&lt;/span&gt; during the show? Nope. But, that's what happened throughout the concert cause people behind can't see. We weren't allowed to stand or raise the freaking banners. Whenever the guys got the atmosphere high and burning, and we started standing up and jumping/singing along, the securities will come over and goes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sit down!sit down!"&lt;/span&gt; For God's sake, this is not a opera or orchestra, it's a freaking rock concert! And the seats should be raised in the first place! Rocking to the music while seating on the edge of your seat is NOT fun! Bugger, venue problem AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, diversity in the crowd should be a good thing, no? But not in their case. About &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1/3&lt;/span&gt; of the audiences are actually parents accompanying their under 12 years old kids. Talk about spoiling your kids. I know for sure there is no chance on earth my parents will ever do that. Never ever. So, most of our VIP areas are made up of small kids and parents. Hence, we don't get to enjoy the whole place rocking to the music feel. The parents sitting beside us actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAWN&lt;/span&gt; when we were singing along to "Long Way to Go" with Kyle. It happens to almost every role with parents. Bloody hell, what are primary school kids doing there? Do they even understand what's the meaning of "Chomp the Box"?! Not that they sing the song yesterday but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, groupies. Crazy groupies. When they are doing slow numbers, you are supposed to keep quite and listen, no? But, there were screaming and shrieking from all direction. When Kyle and Ethan is doing "Don't Let Me Go" which is a slow heart breaking song written by Ethan and show cases Kyle's voice beautifully, this silly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang moh&lt;/span&gt; shrieked Joey's name. Hello, dumba, Joey is not even on stage! Another young girl, "Kyle, will you marry me?", with parents beside her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;/span&gt; Hey, kid, I'm sure Kyle don't want to go to jail. And another bizarre one, "Joey, we can have Joey Jrs". OMFG. Seriously. Funniest part is, most of them pronounced Kyle's name as KAYA. You think Kaya jam ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, regardless, it was a great show put on by the band. They are just awesome. Even though it's so obvious that they can't make the atmosphere burn since we were FORCED to sit down, they put on a GREAT SHOW. It was totally awesomeeee. Especially their solo part in "Pump It Up". Ethan's bass is just sexy as hell. I sat in awed with jaw dropped. Joe's awesome too. Totally into it, and the kneeling on the floor and mouthing the keys, it's like watching some big time rock star jamming. And Joey's drum, the energy he brings out playing the piece, you can feel it miles away. You can see it on his face. Ben, uhm, all the butt swaying and rolling on the floor is a bit, uhm, well, he looked possessed. But the bond between him and Ethan throughout the show is amazing! You can actually feel how close they are to each other! Totally enjoyed the part when Ethan came over to Ben's side and they shared the same mic doing backups for "Pump It Up". The guys were totally having the time of their life on stage. And Joe, the shy Joe is so much more fun and active this time around. He kept coming in front and connects with the crowd. You don't get that from Joe often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest part of the night is "Headlight Disco" hands down. The not even full arena is just rocking. It was the last song, so Kyle gets everyone onto their feet(take that stupid securities! go scold Kyle then!) and we just started jumping up and down singing along. Greatest fun I've ever had in my life. The atmosphere is just incredible. Words can't describe it. And they did "Don't Let Me Go" which is the song which I wanted most to hear live. It turned out awesome. You can sense Ethan's heart break through Kyle vocals. And the new song called "There You Are" they did actually brings tears to my eyes. Cause Kyle really sings it with his heart, especially the part where he kinda like let the voice escape tenderly and softly from his lungs when he goes "There you are, there you are..." Those 3 songs are enough to make my night. The other songs are great except the 1st few when Ben's keyboards failed on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bonus part of the concert, the banners. We were sitting right in front of Ben so I held up the banner which says "Ben Romans bring back the beard" when the show started, he saw it, facial expression changed and started laughing! Shan and I were on cloud 9 when we saw this, cause god knows we spent hours doing it! Besides that, when Ethan came over to Ben's side, I flipped the banner over and showed him the "Been waiting since 12pm" banner we used at the airport and he freaking nodded at me. Speaking about the banner, I think it really caught the guys' attention at the airport, cause apparently &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle remembers me(!)&lt;/span&gt; from the airport! Well, we saw them at the Pavilion doing photoshoot, and they were walking past us. Kyle was 1st in line and well you know my attitude towards him has always been the "uhm, it's ok if I don't get to talk to you or get a picture with u" type so when he walk past me my gaze was fixed on Ethan(as always, hehe) and Ben, and later the girls told me that he actually turned back and said, "Hey you" and I totally ignored him cause I swear to God I didn't hear him! Gahhh, I'm totally kicking myself now. Kyle actually said hi to me and I IGNORED him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, these few days have been an unforgettable experience. Getting up close and personal with the guys(Ethannn!!) and attended a great concert with bunch of great fans, and the late night crashing at one room and not to mention the 'casual' stalking after the concert at the hotel the guys are staying. And oh, walking around for more than an hour after midnight trying to decide what to eat and ended up eating nothing is just silly but great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should totally do this again next time the guys are back people! It's true when people say "music brings people together". Got to know many great friends these few days and It's such a bummer now that everything is over. Need a few days to get the concert and TC5 mood out of my system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8215706700308336584?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8215706700308336584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8215706700308336584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8215706700308336584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8215706700308336584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/awesome-but-not-perfect.html' title='Awesome but not perfect.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-5302278541354407642</id><published>2008-06-07T05:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T06:09:35.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy episode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the click five'/><title type='text'>Madness.</title><content type='html'>So much has happened since I last updated. It was simply crazy so I'll just stick to the important points. The last few days have been simply the craziest days of my life. It was seriously the time of my life! Now I know how it feels like to use that phrase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, the cousins are on holidays too so we totally caught up with each other unlike the last few times I was in KL. Saw a great movie with them. Once, it is called. A simple Irish movie without any special effect, just a camera following the 2 leads. The music from the movie is awesome. After all the big movies such as Iron Man and etc, Once is such a breathe of fresh air. Any music and movie lover should totally watch it! Check out &lt;a href="http://powwowshots.blogspot.com/2008/05/once.html"&gt;Chris' review&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ru on Wednesday and hung out. It was fun walking around MidValley endlessly and trying our extremely best to finish off our extremely large portion of food at Oh!Sushi. Shan and I was supposed to meet up with her(sorry Ru!) yesterday but well, we were stranded at the airport. Which brings me to the next point which is the craziest of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was spur of the moment. After picking up Shan on Thursday night and on the way back home, we decided to go airport and wait for The Click Five on Friday. Well, Melvin from Warner International Dept told me the guys will arrive on 2.10pm. Yeap, that's the information he gave me. No date, no flight number, just 2.10pm. but we worked our crazy fan girls way and figured it's either Thursday or Friday after checking their schedule. Called Melvin on Friday morning and he was like "Yeahhh it's today!". After thinking all the money we will be wasting on the tickets to get there I confirmed with him, "Are you sure Melvin?", I asked. And he went "Of courseee I am sure!" So, Shan and I are off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the airport at around 1pm and guess what time did we finally see the guys? Freaking 11pm. Longest wait of my life seriously. When the 2.10pm flight landed, the 10 of us(met the other gals there) just stood there with excitement and anticipation with the banner Shan and I did for Ben Romans which read "Ben Romans Bring Back The Beard". It's an inside joke(?), and that banner and us are gathering much attention at that point of the time already. So imagine us standing there 3 hours straight at the same spot waiting for the guys come out. Even the taxi uncles kept asking who the heck we waiting for and were trying to come up with their reasoning of what might happened to take them so long. It's fun one thing to see all the uncles arguing among themselves in Hokkine(uncle 1-they used the VIP exit; uncle 2- you crazy!that is for royalties, even Jay Chou can't use it; uncle 3- they got the wrong info la, no security guards here.everytime artiste come a lot of guards one) By that time, our excitement and anticipation is all gone and replaced uncertainty. And I learnt by the hard way that is the worst emotion one can have ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were desperate by then and was trying to find out from every possible way that whether the guys have already been picked up. Tried Warner, Hitz.fm, MAS Info counter and even random MAS airhostess. It was crazy, going up to them and go "Did you just flew in from Jakarta?" Finally, the angel came in the form of Miss Neo from Genting. I called her up and she was quite reluctant to help but after some sweet talking and some "please laaaaa", she gave in. She was so sweet that she took my number and say she'll call me back after she phone her colleague in charge of TC5 concert since all of them are not in the office. And she did call me back and guess what, apparently, the guys missed their initial flight and are landing on 9.45pm instead!!! WTH?! So majority of us decided to wait until 9pm so that our 5 hours wait earlier won't go down the drain just like that. Took the time to bond and did another banner which says "Been waiting since 12pm. Where were you guys?" complete with angry faces and all. Shoved it in their face when they FINALLY walked out from the arrival hall at 11.06pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so exhausted that we didn't scream or shout. Yes, we were that tired. We just went "guysss!" and waved. Kyle is being his complete self, as cool as ever. Gave us the peace sign and looked so impress with himself but not with us. Joe was right behind him, keeping a low profile as ever. Said hi to him. Saw Joey walked past me without saying anything cause my eyes and camera are all fixed on Ethan who is walking alongside Ben behind all the other guys. Got up to them and went "It has been almost 12 hours." Ben went "Thank you so much" and Ethan smiled. Asked Ethan can I have a picture with him and he went "Sure. If we do it quick." At this point, one Chinese dude which I reckon who is some Genting guy to come picked them up shoved me away and said "Thank you!" I think I was looking at Ethan with this almost crying face and went "please Ethan?" so he stopped his trolley, told the Chinese dude, "I'm gona take a picture with her" and walk towards me. I melted. Big time. And he held the camera and took a self portraits of us!! Ahhhh. It was a semi hug!! After that, took out my iPod as asked him to signed it. He was taken aback by the request and was actually looking at my iPod skin and took a full 4 to 5 seconds to think where and how to sign it without ruining the pattern of the skin. Finally settled for vertically beside the girl in dress. HE IS JUST THE SWEETEST GUY ON EARTH! Since I spent all the time with Ethan so I only got a picture with him and another half-picture with Ben while the other girls got it with almost everyone EXCEPT Kyle. Guess what, he didn't even stop or anything when the gals asked for a picture according to Shan. *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Ethan experience still feel so UNREAL. It hasn't sinked in yet I guess. I'm just so glad that I got another chance to do it better(not 'right' since, arghh, yeah, I made a fool out of myself again, just not as big as a fool during the meet and greet at Tower records last Nov) after the whole "the words just left my head and I stood in front of him like a fool without a word" encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am heading off to Central to meet Gordon and the rest of the girls and we are off to Genting for the concert! And the madness will continue!!! For now, I leave you guys with THE picture. *grins stupidly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEmzwsLBSwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/whTRlmRWDRw/s1600-h/IMG_5752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEmzwsLBSwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/whTRlmRWDRw/s320/IMG_5752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208892093103164162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It makes every second of the almost 12 hours wait worthwhile. I HEART YOU ETHAN MENTZER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-5302278541354407642?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5302278541354407642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=5302278541354407642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5302278541354407642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/5302278541354407642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/madness.html' title='Madness.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEmzwsLBSwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/whTRlmRWDRw/s72-c/IMG_5752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8246459432935413721</id><published>2008-06-04T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:39:06.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novak Djokovic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Ivanovic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennis'/><title type='text'>Nole Djokovic vs the shrieking chipmunk</title><content type='html'>It was a great day for Serb tennis yesterday at Roland Garros. Jelena Jankovic, Ana Ivanovic and Novak Djokovic all made it through into the semi finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana is going to play Jelena in the semis. It's a battle between the 2 countrymen(women?), but I do believe Ana is going to come up better between the 2. Simply because she is in perfect form this whole tournament. Come on Ana, let's go all the way and win your 1st Grand Slam title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nole, oh Nole, is going to play Nadal in the semis. Damn. It's always Nadal standing in his way from claiming the world number 2 ranking. Just like in Hamburg earlier. Saw Nadal played against Almagro yesterday night, as much as I hate to admit it, the shrieking chipmunk is in perfect form. Totally destroyed Almagro, that poor chico wasn't even allowed to play tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's Nole we are talking about. I won't be surprise if he end up beating Nadal the King of Clay and claim the world number 2 ranking and go on and win the and his 2nd Grand Slam of the year. heheh, here's to hoping. Heard his interview earlier this morning, and I have to say he has the right mentality going into the match and that has always been a very important part of his game. So, ADJE NOLE! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8246459432935413721?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8246459432935413721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8246459432935413721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8246459432935413721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8246459432935413721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/nole-djokovic-vs-shrieking-chipmunk.html' title='Nole Djokovic vs the shrieking chipmunk'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8923429992211867811</id><published>2008-06-03T20:24:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:05:51.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>Of 8 states in 2 days and the family gathering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207631075215609234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEU43yeDDZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/V2fyHVsbs14/s320/IMG_5595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;wat tan hor&lt;/em&gt;. One of eldest uncle's famous dishes and my personal favorite. And the 3rd uncle got all excited when I took out the camera and did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207632239241787378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEU57izg9_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/0Qmph-Yjw50/s320/IMG_5597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;. The smiley face is more scary than friendly, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we are off on the road trip on Sunday morning. 10 of us in 2 cars. My family, the eldest aunty's family and the youngest uncle's. We covered 8 states in 2 days. Yeap. No joke. From Segamat to Jenjarum, passed by Melaka and Negeri Sembilan. So, 3 states covered. Then from there to Kuala Selangor. Made it to Ipoh in the evening after the seafood lunch in KS. Had the hor fun in Ipoh, spent the night, and off to Cameron the next morning. And then back to KL late Monday night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And pic spam, here we go! Heheh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207635730810085026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEU9Gx6RHqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/o6BUPbhKplQ/s320/IMG_5620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;People often say Cameron is boring but I really enjoyed that place a lot. The weather is great, the scenery is superb and flowers and plants can be seen everywhere. It's so green and niceee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207642749086747890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEVDfTB0TPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/83H_g4021pA/s320/IMG_5634.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207643917400388274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEVEjTVfsrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HRsu9-FDaGc/s320/IMG_5642.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207644838455070194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEVFY6iCzfI/AAAAAAAAALA/HRbhOuFQ9OU/s320/IMG_5647.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207645538145167634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEVGBpFKaRI/AAAAAAAAALI/8DUWVfhYZnE/s320/IMG_5648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207646306289469122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEVGuWpCRsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vRhlJCF3fpU/s320/IMG_5653.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207647552376018850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEVH24rOF6I/AAAAAAAAALY/cN2iM2xUx6Q/s320/IMG_5722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207648511332525282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEVIutERJOI/AAAAAAAAALg/BeP_DnUnbpo/s320/IMGP0694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with mummy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207648810881654914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEVJAI-WIII/AAAAAAAAALo/zgrXQg4m94Y/s320/IMGP0696.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Annie the youngest cousin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207649252541850578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEVJZ2SV49I/AAAAAAAAALw/7tAPQeZn5yU/s320/IMGP0787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207650011084047250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEVKGAE5Q5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/VljB46MNFZg/s320/IMGP0720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It has been ages since I've been on a proper trip. This was exhuasting but great fun, seriously. I loveee traveling so muchhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit: detailed description of the trip and photos over at &lt;a href="http://powwowshots.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris' blog&lt;/a&gt;, he's the one with all the pictures with his big ass camera lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8923429992211867811?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8923429992211867811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8923429992211867811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8923429992211867811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8923429992211867811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-8-states-in-2-days-and-family.html' title='Of 8 states in 2 days and the family gathering.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SEU43yeDDZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/V2fyHVsbs14/s72-c/IMG_5595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-8785953806683629904</id><published>2008-05-30T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:51:11.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xabi Alonso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><title type='text'>Adios Xabi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://footylatest.com/news/news.php?extend.585"&gt;FootyLatest&lt;/a&gt;, it's a done deal. 16 mil. Xabi is gone. Oh my goshhhhh.&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;No, I will wait for .tv, as far as I'm concern, it's still a bloody rumour. It is still a rumour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-8785953806683629904?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8785953806683629904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=8785953806683629904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8785953806683629904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/8785953806683629904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/adios-xabi.html' title='Adios Xabi?'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-9132346838923717538</id><published>2008-05-30T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:55:43.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Gerrard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Stevie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 28th Birthday Stevie Gerrard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SD-WHRXJRAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/IlSOcahPV2M/s400/chinese+character2+-+stevie+baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah you bet I don't like the way Xabi is looking at him. So gay. But, nonetheless, he's still one inspiring captain for the club. Stevie, thanks for Istanbul and so many more crucial moments when you stepped up and single handedly bring the team towards victory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-9132346838923717538?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/9132346838923717538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=9132346838923717538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/9132346838923717538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/9132346838923717538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-stevie.html' title='Happy Birthday Stevie'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SD-WHRXJRAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/IlSOcahPV2M/s72-c/chinese+character2+-+stevie+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-430452835735623628</id><published>2008-05-30T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:17:06.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant and vent'/><title type='text'>Can I join you in crushing the nuts?</title><content type='html'>Ru, can I join you in crushing the nuts? Yeah, TMNUTS.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 2 days now the connection has been shite. I think it's karma Gordon, for laughing at your connection. So, I have to call up those nuts at TM. And I don't know whether they are dumb or dumb, I have to repeat the same thing until I'm bored of myself. And they still don't get it. Which part of "I can't access to the Internet." is so hard to understand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So finally, they found the problem. And they are supposed to fix it, no? This particular nuts claimed that she has fixed the problem, asked me to off my modem, off my lappie, off the main switch(oi, you sure it's this serious?) and restart everything in 2 minutes. BUT, after I off everything and restart like she told me in all professional tone, guess what, it still doesn't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have to call again and after they put me on hold forever, finally someone picked up the damn phone and has trouble understanding what's wrong again. Best part is, I asked her why the heck is that I keep experiencing this problem, since it's 2 days in a row now I have to call them up. Apparently, my modem port is corrupted(what the heck is that?) or someone is using our connection. So I pointed out to her NO, it's password protected. She says "well, if people know your password, wouldn't be a problem". I said NO, it's within the family. I'm the ONLY one using it right now. She went all silent on me. So I asked, let's say it's the modem problem, my port is corrupted somehow, so how do I overcome this problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what she says "er...actually...err...section hang is very small problem...(at this point I cut in and asked how do I overcome the corrupted port problem again)actually...it's TM's problem...every time it happen you just call and we will delete the section..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, DAMN RIGHT IT'S YOUR PROBLEM. Don't go telling me my port is corrupted or some phantom user is using my account. Bloody hell. I seriously need to get hold of some groundnuts and crush it. All this angst are still inside me for trying my level best to not shout at them over the phone. Gahhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like beside getting use to the uber fast connection at home after dialed up is done away, I also need to get use to dealing with nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-430452835735623628?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/430452835735623628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=430452835735623628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/430452835735623628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/430452835735623628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-i-join-you-in-crushing-nuts.html' title='Can I join you in crushing the nuts?'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-4728521021661704616</id><published>2008-05-29T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:07:44.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single digit yeay!</title><content type='html'>Got a new lappie. Well, dad has been talking about getting a new one for himself since his is antique. And he was like "I can use yours and you use the new one, since I don't really use the new features." Of course! Can! No problemo! Hehe so I got the best out of the deal. Only thing is, the screen is so small. So freaking small, how am I gonna enjoy Chuckle's stupid jokes with such tiny screen? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, nothing much happening in the holidays so far. Well, it's expected, I'm in Segamat. It's only got durians and flood. So yeah. Roland Garros has been boring too, haven't seen Ana or Nole play yet. Nothing nice on TV too, since I don't have Channel V and all, and there's no football on the sports channels except some encore shite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend is the family gathering so I foresee a lot of good food from the eldest uncle as usual! Heheh, I'm actually looking forward to what he's going to cook more than catching up with all the cousins. Well evil I know, but wait till you've taste his cooking! Will be off to Ipoh for a family trip on Sunday! Yeayy, been forever since we have a family trip! Just the 4 of us and the eldest uncle and aunty. Should be fun. And after that, a few days in KL and I'm off to Genting for the concert!! Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some footie updates, Rafa said it. "Torres is NOT for sale." So, Chelshit, piss off. Nando is not for sale, no matter how much money is offered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and if I haven't say it, I'm gonna say it now. JUDE LAW IS HOT. He is hot, his accent is hotter. Watch All the King's Men on HBO last night and was totally blown away by the movie. Watch it again this afternoon just for Jude Law. Ahem, no I mean, to understand the movie better. Hehe. Great acting from Sean Penn and Anthony Hopkins too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-4728521021661704616?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4728521021661704616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=4728521021661704616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4728521021661704616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/4728521021661704616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/single-digit-yeay.html' title='Single digit yeay!'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-7915998817963597453</id><published>2008-05-26T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:29:02.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fernando Torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xabi Alonso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - Liverpool'/><title type='text'>2 clowns and a snake</title><content type='html'>Roman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siaokia&lt;/span&gt;-vich hasn't give up on bidding for Torres yet. According to report from This Is London and several other sources, apparently some inside source from Chelshit said that there are some quarters inside Liverpool  who are willing to sell at the right price and the newest bid from the money tree is 50 mil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clowns and the snake. I would love to see them sell Torres. Let them TRY and see what they are going to face from the Kopites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we do is in the interest of the club kononnya. Piss off Rick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This better be rumours and nothing more. As if the Xabi one is not enough. I still think it'll be a huge mistake if we really does sell Xabi. Even if he's out of form now, so what? Form is temporary and class in permanent. His form WILL come back. No one has his vision when it comes to passing the damn ball. The whole purpose of having rich owners like those 2 are so that we don't have to sell in order to buy. That is what we call expanding the squad. If the new signings don't settle in well, at least we'll still have choices. Hopefully when we need Xabi next season he'll be available but not in Italy eating pizza. Looks like things haven't change at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's our S.O.S?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-7915998817963597453?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7915998817963597453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=7915998817963597453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7915998817963597453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/7915998817963597453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-clowns-and-snake.html' title='2 clowns and a snake'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-3333909040851277720</id><published>2008-05-25T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:08:04.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports - F1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kimi Raikkonen'/><title type='text'>Home sweet home.</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, it's so nice to be home. 2 weeks feel like forever. The bed looks so inviting now. BUT I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 9.45pm, switched on the TV first thing to check the status on Monaco GP. The safety car was out on track, and apparently Kimi is 5th. And then the safety car went in, and to cut the story short, Kimi did the DUMBEST ever move since I started watching him years and years and years ago. Out from the tunnel, pushed(too) hard to try to get pass Adrian Sutil's Force India who's in front of him. And he ended up kissing the Force India's ass and lost the front nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on Kimi! He should've known better when it is possible to over take and when it is NOT. He's a World Champion FFS. Bloody hell. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt; for what, 5th also not bad what. Compared to the outcome of driving like a nuts! Poor Sutil, he was out of the race after the accident and was inconsolable in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi's 2nd on the driver's championship board 3 points behind Hamilton and Massa is right on his tail with just only 1 point short. He of all people should know how every points count. If he fail to retain the title, he blew it himself. This MAY be the turning point. I would strangle him if he's right in front of me now. I will. If Massa overtakes him in the board, ever, I'm gonna KILL him too. And that's Kimi, mind you. Oh why are you such a dumbass Kimi!!! So KIASU for what?!!!! I wana swear so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-3333909040851277720?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3333909040851277720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=3333909040851277720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3333909040851277720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/3333909040851277720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213426450222063073.post-2402298927068444927</id><published>2008-05-25T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T01:05:41.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>Of room cleaning and the horrifying nap.</title><content type='html'>My room is clean. like really clean and tidy, never been so clean, clean. Except it won't be my room anymore. Moving to another unit so spent to whole day(well, most of it and after the Spanish paper and horrifying nap, bloody hell.) I'm not talking about it anymore. But thank God the gals were in the house that time. So anyway, I NEVER realise I've got so MUCH JUNKKKK! There are so many things that I was looking at it and goes "what the hell is this doing here?" or "Should I throw this. No, I can't. But how and when will I use this?". So, I ended up chucking everything into the box and I'm going throw everything in the Avanza tomorrow and go through it again at home. Gahhh. I swear not to keep so much things in my room next semester onwards. Yeahh. I didn't know how I ended up with so much stuff these 2 years anyways. I got 8 bags to bring home and 4 boxes to move to the new unit. Minus the washing machine, book shelves and stuff like that. I can foresee my back is going to hurt after the moving later today. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I hang out with friends from secondary school. CF came today and 5 of us went to Jonker(surprise surprise) and it feels like old time again. The Seg Hwa girls. Heheh. Ate a lot but didn't buy a thing. I'm proud with myself! yay! Gotta ask dad to send me there again this evening though. Need to go pick up my bag which I sent for repair. It's ridiculous, bought it last Saturday and it turns it back on me and by snatching off. Bugger. Is it weird that whenever I said bugger I think of Stevie? I'm babbling. Ok, off to bed. Cleaning up and packing took too much out of me and the nap did NOT help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3213426450222063073-2402298927068444927?l=thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2402298927068444927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3213426450222063073&amp;postID=2402298927068444927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2402298927068444927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3213426450222063073/posts/default/2402298927068444927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesleepingbagfajitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-room-cleaning-and-horrifying-nap.html' title='Of room cleaning and the horrifying nap.'/><author><name>Yin May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16609019515844880468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Q78my8zWNcc/SBR6fA0tBxI/AAAAAAAAABY/NHRxV_frBiU/S220/mearth1unexpectedbox.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
