<?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-2604824978220914948</id><updated>2011-09-28T09:33:09.813-07:00</updated><category term='funny'/><category term='fish'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Earthquake'/><category term='Runner'/><category term='Swine'/><category term='Tragedy'/><category term='Zia'/><category term='심장이 없어'/><category term='gold'/><category term='Have'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Pooh'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='easter'/><category term='Blade'/><category term='Pandemic'/><category term='Don&apos;t'/><category term='rebecca'/><category term='picture'/><category term='汶川大地震'/><category term='Fu'/><category term='Flu'/><category term='8eight'/><category term='Heart'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='weird'/><category term='Feels Like Breaking'/><category term='Wonder Girls'/><category term='Bear'/><category term='Sichuan'/><category term='터질 것 같아'/><category term='jerusalem'/><category term='Sohee'/><category term='Victim'/><title type='text'>Beef Balls</title><subtitle type='html'>You make me wonder why. You are a beautiful mystery. Every note carved into musical history.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-454772298143375036</id><published>2010-07-31T02:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T02:10:16.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-but I just can't keep living this way.. so starting today.. I'm breaking out of this chain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-454772298143375036?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/454772298143375036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2010/07/but-i-just-cant-keep-living-this-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/454772298143375036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/454772298143375036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2010/07/but-i-just-cant-keep-living-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-6445427034920462383</id><published>2010-07-16T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T06:17:21.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incompetence</title><content type='html'>Screwed up so fcking bad at work today!!!! FUK! &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so was at my grandma's place after work today when I received a phone call- it was from work. Thinking it was just another call regarding work shifts, I casually answered. Christine instantly replied "you screwed up real bad man.."- thinking OH SHIT WHAT HAD I DONE.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had left the sunglasses stand outside of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. so now i'm awaiting decision from top management. And apparently people had done it before and had been subsequently fired- but she said I'd probably get off with a warning. She kept emphasizing what a serious mistake I had made and that she was really sorry that she'd have to report to Nancy. I feel really bad though, not only because of my obvious crucial mistake, but because I also make &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; feel bad because of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK I feel so incompetent ALL the time &gt;&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-6445427034920462383?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/6445427034920462383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2010/07/incompetence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/6445427034920462383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/6445427034920462383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2010/07/incompetence.html' title='Incompetence'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-2387438280323888555</id><published>2010-07-08T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:39:35.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>It seems so weird asking my half sister questions about my dad. Even the most basic of questions that are normally known like.. does he cook? or can he even cook?..makes the fact of my ignorance?.. or perhaps oblivion.. even more stark..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always felt an absence of a father figure in my life.. although I have known it once upon a time, some many years ago , it remains a distant memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what I can remember of him has always remained strong and somewhat comforting- a cherished and living memory.. because the fact of existence of such a memory- hm I don't know really how to describe it.. but it's like something that you know you had, something that you've experienced before, so your kind of living by an altered perspective?- gahhh that didn't really make sense did it.. ok w/es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its that although he is off in another continent, another family to nurture and raise, living another life of his own-  I will always remember him by what he had once, and continues to mean, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is after all- my Dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my sister is turning 22 tomorrow! I am so happy for her- for coming this far in life!!..And so proud of all her achievements in life thus far; from finishing education, to climbing Mt. Everest and aiding the poor at Nepal, to finding a position at Deloitte. Although I may hate her guts most of the time- she has been such an inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have an awesome and prosperous life sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/TDaYqb1ChlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/X6bnd1aD8As/s1600/28790_398543062553_725652553_4772284_963664_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/TDaYqb1ChlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/X6bnd1aD8As/s400/28790_398543062553_725652553_4772284_963664_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491744650417047122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-2387438280323888555?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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I learn the answers if I go there with my eyes closed ?&lt;br /&gt;The sky that never responds to a such question&lt;br /&gt;The two arms tied up by a daily life is too heavy to embrace dreams&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared, I’ve been abandoned locked away&lt;br /&gt;Just for today run somewhere like your crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run till you can touch the sky with your hands&lt;br /&gt;Run till your heart is filled with your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody run, run, run away&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I run (I can’t escape from it)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody run, run, runaway&lt;br /&gt;If I look back while running (You’re still there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ around&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ around&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ around&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down- away&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I run, I’m still on the same spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a rainy night that rains 365 days.&lt;br /&gt;Heart that gets smaller in every 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I even hid the small comma and its tail,&lt;br /&gt;Then the future that awaits me becomes a period&lt;br /&gt;But carry the new day on your shoulder and run.&lt;br /&gt;What am I running towards ?&lt;br /&gt;Weather if the sun’s setting or I if I’m loosing&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;But I go.&lt;br /&gt;Keep on runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ high.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the young star that has been abandoned by the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run till you can touch the sky with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;Run till your heart is filled with your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody run, run, run away&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I run (I can’t escape from it) .&lt;br /&gt;Everybody run, run, runaway&lt;br /&gt;If I look back while running (You’re still there) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down- away&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I run, I’m still on the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down- away&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I run, I’m still on the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down.&lt;br /&gt;You got me runnin’ runnin’ runnin’ around.&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down- away&lt;br /&gt;For you, who’s running endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run- Epik High&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-2161074735586332597?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/2161074735586332597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2010/07/run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/2161074735586332597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/2161074735586332597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2010/07/run.html' title='Run'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-4109125450803681750</id><published>2010-06-23T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T21:12:25.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspirations!</title><content type='html'>Currently; emotions surging and overcome with intense motivation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do LAW! &lt;br /&gt;(even if it means the only means of achieving this is transferring to a shit uni cos of my shit marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to tank next semester as HARD as I can- at ALL costs! Even if it means never going out or quitting my job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had this sudden intense motivation earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is just a fleeting feeling or I have actually come to some sort of realization? Regardless, I feel pumped right now!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nomnomnomnom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-4109125450803681750?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/4109125450803681750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2010/06/aspirations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/4109125450803681750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/4109125450803681750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2010/06/aspirations.html' title='Aspirations!'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-3525030286590218607</id><published>2010-06-13T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:31:34.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>Currently at the state library alone, been here for quite a while actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitary confinement (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway got distracted by someone,.. ultimately stumbling upon your page..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, missing what we were once.. I feel like I can know so much about you yet be so distant from you.. this feeling is so saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time can change so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow been listening to this song on repeat for a few hours now O.O; Forever- Chris Brown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-3525030286590218607?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/3525030286590218607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2010/06/forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/3525030286590218607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/3525030286590218607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2010/06/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-5509468374156250975</id><published>2010-06-05T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T03:44:19.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection..</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a while- ages actually.. don't know why.. perhaps I didn't find the motivation? Is it only inspiration that drives us to do something? I don't know... but something overcame me yesterday...-realization..this is it.. like someone took a part of me.. just tore it into shreds.. and im standing there.. looking at the pieces on the floor.. of what's become.. of what's left.. nothing but a still photograph.. as you fade into the background of their lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always looking back.. why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at my own reflection in the mirror, a sunken feeling at the pit of my stomach.. Cliche as it sounds, I do wonder..who stares back at me? Why am i this way? Why do I always find sadness ..Why do i see sadness in everything I do.. Seems like i'm living by a set of rules i'm desperately trying to unwrite..But i'm trying to run, I honestly am... These feelings do suppress me..overwhelm me at times.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly refreshing the page just to find something..an indication? Hidden behind the safety of a screen, staring at a piece..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always trying to please, impress.. but who am i fooling? Constantly telling myself that i'm living a lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do find moments of clarity at times, when I'm hanging out with friends.. people I admire.. people who give me laughter.. thoughts contained...emotions neutral at times like these.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Vision's hazy, path is unclear, thoughts flailing.. watching days pass, hoping that conceptions will change with time.. so that I will find strength and a sense of content..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the nonsensical surge of thoughts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-5509468374156250975?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/5509468374156250975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2010/06/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/5509468374156250975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/5509468374156250975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2010/06/reflection.html' title='Reflection..'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-635383176850652089</id><published>2009-07-15T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T06:10:11.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fu'/><title type='text'>Goodbye My Love...</title><content type='html'>So a continuation from yesterday yesterday's post, which was 2 days ago??..that's right; it was the day after everybody came over and trashed the place :@. And I had to complete my tax return so subsequently forgot about completing this post- ahhhh it's all coming back to me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;Last night&lt;/S&gt; 2 nights ago was loads fun-... apart from the FREQUENT bottle spills upon the pre-cleaned carpet [I JUST SPENT 1 HR CLEANING UP CARPET STAINS!!! Not happy Jane.] -and ofcourse Jason Fu, being the delightful child he is, entreated us to one of his &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fu Bombs&lt;/span&gt; which consisted of an overwhelming amount of toxic FUmes due to his excessive disposal of FU-aeces - basically the air in the bathroom was unbreathable!!!!! and whats worse, it resulted in the bathroom becoming temporarily inaccessible =.=. What else...OH and having to endure their gaming commentary throughout most of the morning and being constantly waken whenever ronald died/killed/lost/won... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck ey! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nothing matters when your having fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also went to watch &lt;S&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/S&gt; &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince&lt;/em&gt; that day which unfortunately, was not as good as expected. The book is better than the movie, though they usually are restricted when filming. The highlight of the movie though, was in a scene where Dumbledore and Harry were cornered by a mass of hideous creatures, resembling bigger sized versions of Golems in fact (Lord of the Rings), and having to remark that FU's mum was a great actor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Due to a tight budget, I was forced to create something quick, satisfying but inexpensive to eat for lunch today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SmGB-NnHKTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LNfL6pxG9Dw/s1600-h/151815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SmGB-NnHKTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LNfL6pxG9Dw/s400/151815.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359707937353181490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients: 3x Migoren, ham, *2x egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for under $2!!!!!!  =oooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to be the next male Poh on Master Chef *nods*. Poh better win! We really need an asian face up there to do us proud. But WTF?! How did Chris get out?! Julie didn't even complete her dish!! )#($%)#$(RJ)FDN0(W$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Anyway, I was very disappointed by the size of 'Coles Free Range Eggs'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SmGBe4Wy-SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/K8hyolH9OCA/s1600-h/154203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SmGBe4Wy-SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/K8hyolH9OCA/s400/154203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359707399071660322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am well aware of the fact that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;good things come in small sizes&lt;/span&gt; but the size of the eggs.. absolutely disgraceful! It's safe to say I got jipped, probably my fault for not checking before buying. Particularly this egg, it should not even bear the title of being a '600g Large Egg'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SmGBmB2xrXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jD4HabYZrpQ/s1600-h/152550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SmGBmB2xrXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jD4HabYZrpQ/s400/152550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359707521880796530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the disapproval etched on my face. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nb. egg appears larger in photo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I want you guys to meet my new found love, Kim So Eun (김소은) &lt;3-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SmGLTOXol7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-VHye_aoM0o/s1600-h/KimSoEun03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SmGLTOXol7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-VHye_aoM0o/s400/KimSoEun03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359718193938601906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SmGLyhDitFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JkI1bqqBdfI/s1600-h/20090223_kimsoeun_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SmGLyhDitFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JkI1bqqBdfI/s400/20090223_kimsoeun_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359718731530548306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SmGLd9pHugI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PojwCN6wdmI/s1600-h/20090219_soeun_605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SmGLd9pHugI/AAAAAAAAAH8/PojwCN6wdmI/s400/20090219_soeun_605.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359718378427103746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case your wondering, she's an actor that stars in the epic drama &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Boys Before Flowers&lt;/span&gt; (Krn Version) and in relation to the title, also features in one of 8eight's new songs 'Goodbye My Love', shown below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxUJpNkjHRQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;&amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxUJpNkjHRQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry to you viewers, once again I couldn't refrain myself from blogging about K-Pop but the story behind the MV is actually quite sad and evocative!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-635383176850652089?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/635383176850652089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/635383176850652089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/635383176850652089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/07/goodbye-my-love.html' title='Goodbye My Love...'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SmGB-NnHKTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LNfL6pxG9Dw/s72-c/151815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-4229276940534022467</id><published>2009-07-04T02:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T04:15:56.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection...</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged for a while &gt;&lt; but horray exams are over! - for the meantime. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just got into a fight with my mum TT...there were tears and such and now just reflection- well that's all i've been able to do - don't feel like doing much except to sit and think. Stare into blank screen and let the thoughts flow to my finger tips. ...funny eh? how after a fight...you feel completely drained, exhausted, unmotivated to do anything besides resolve the inner turmoil going on within you and to cry out your pain ....i've noticed that you feel so much better after crying-besides those uncontrollable 'hiccup' sensations you get after- but it helps seriously. You should never be ashamed/afraid to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what must be going on in her mind? or perhaps shes just resumed back to watching her tv dramas as per usual- shutting herself completely from the outside word and reality; us.. her children. You must thinking..what prompted this fight? It's stupid really. It started off as an argument about mobile phones and then it turned into something ugly.Funny how the simplest of matters can escalate and turn into something so big; a revaluation of friendship, trust, relationship...love - something &lt;span style="font- something so style:italic;"&gt;hurtful&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you hate it how.. after a fight with your parents, there is this awkwardness that pervades while there's this 'cooling off period' that exists, making confrontations even more awkward? Well she is returning to HK tomorrow so I guess that will act as a cooling off period... -also you've got nowhere else to go besides your room... it's like your trapped there for eternity.. because the house appears to be their territory/domain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, she just doesn't understand me. No matter how hard I might try. And it's hard to convey to her how I feel.. why I've done the things I have; it's like those feelings you get when your about to confess to your parents that you've lied to them... or when you've been called into the deputy's office out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;teenage anxiety&lt;/span&gt;- self obsessed teenagers with their constant evaluation of every aspect in their lives.  &lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it at that. Hopefully many of you have better relations with your parents. Time is a great healer, and with time relations will heal and friendships will mend. Life is too short to worry; to form hate within you, to hold resentments against your friends because of previous quarrels/misunderstandings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everyone should put their grievances behind them and live life in the present, looking towards the future...    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I must say, spilling your thoughts onto a page does take a load off. Although it must sound like i'm rambling ...meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-4229276940534022467?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/4229276940534022467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/4229276940534022467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/4229276940534022467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflection.html' title='Reflection...'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-991161988196757400</id><published>2009-06-14T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:48:51.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melody...</title><content type='html'>Haha another post already??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to stumble across this piano cover of Halo by Yoonha Hwang&lt;--- GREAT musician btw!! MAD on the piano! and yeh...just thought i'd share it. ^o^ Slight variation to the original but still sounds awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0Oq-AE2-r8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H0Oq-AE2-r8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. It's frkn cold outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-991161988196757400?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/991161988196757400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/06/melody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/991161988196757400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/991161988196757400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/06/melody.html' title='Melody...'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-3227979933980876010</id><published>2009-06-12T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T03:18:36.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Pics ;)</title><content type='html'>LOLOLOL made YOU look you pervert!- damn straight you should be ashamed !! haha but just as I grabbed your attention i'm sure I would of turned off ten fold the amount of viewers HAHAAHA! -...yeh lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, haven't had time to blog much these days =((...the reality of the HSC has finally hit home and HARD!!! I regret taking it so lightly the first two terms and now i've truly placed myself in a bad position &gt;o&lt;"". A tip for you guys out there who have not embarked on this journey through hell yet- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DON'T BLUDGE!!!&lt;/span&gt; The HSC is looming so close I can already smell my failure. Assessments are in about a week followed closely by trials and then the HSC!! GG)=OOOOOOOOO(*#&amp;#@50(*&amp;#%(*%#$)_*(^@ . T.T &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote I recently found says-"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather in a lack of will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"-Vincent T. Lombardi and quite frankly "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Effort=Outcome&lt;/span&gt;". Currently, it feels like I am one stepping stone away from my future and it is all determined on 'the now'. ARGH immense pressure atm! Can't wait until uni!-wait..that's if I make it into a course that is T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sorry for boring you with my life story XD..here are the nude pics as promised...- JKS! haha but here are random pics I found on my camera from yoinks ago...ehh Bio Camp?? O.O What an experience!-..ay Cecil?? if you're reading this HAHA! Hmm..if you'd asked me to sum up bio camp in a few words it would be; leeches/mosquitos-&gt; faeces-&gt; trees-&gt; raw chicken-&gt; kangaroos-&gt; sub zero temperatures &amp; Tarzan's wife (the bush ranger appeared like she was a bush baby O.O). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall bio camp truly was a "Hungry Jacks Stunner Deal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNnhEJhAdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dCkbKFjFIj4/s1600-h/DSC03234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNnhEJhAdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dCkbKFjFIj4/s320/DSC03234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346731000365908434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNv5W94ZMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bsp6HdQJIX0/s1600-h/DSC03236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNv5W94ZMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bsp6HdQJIX0/s320/DSC03236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346740213827265730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNwh7VzqbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-_CJ7BAGpYE/s1600-h/DSC03239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNwh7VzqbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-_CJ7BAGpYE/s320/DSC03239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346740910786062770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNxLBrMLRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PCKusCfmQJ8/s1600-h/DSC03238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNxLBrMLRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PCKusCfmQJ8/s320/DSC03238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346741616860998930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cabins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNxd9Cu9uI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hmWMyKo_DU8/s1600-h/DSC03237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNxd9Cu9uI/AAAAAAAAAFk/hmWMyKo_DU8/s320/DSC03237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346741942035085026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's cabin. gg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNxz3b5Z_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TiPgv0ifTcw/s1600-h/DSC03240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNxz3b5Z_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TiPgv0ifTcw/s320/DSC03240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346742318487136242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HK Tseun Wan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNyFxjH6qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/v-e-J-v0rV8/s1600-h/DSC03227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNyFxjH6qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/v-e-J-v0rV8/s320/DSC03227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346742626144479906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNywI3kV9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Jwa4YXRI5ug/s1600-h/DSC03225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNywI3kV9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Jwa4YXRI5ug/s320/DSC03225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346743353958750162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjN0FoA8z6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/V6iX3E9i6fo/s1600-h/DSC03226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjN0FoA8z6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/V6iX3E9i6fo/s320/DSC03226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346744822608482210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjN4P3Ml-1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/eUu6QqiAs6g/s1600-h/Untitled56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjN4P3Ml-1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/eUu6QqiAs6g/s320/Untitled56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346749396529052498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute pandas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjN40lJCjpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9YV6CSoHvsY/s1600-h/DSC032021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjN40lJCjpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9YV6CSoHvsY/s320/DSC032021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346750027337469586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjN4-1T0gxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oLUXKBUwUlc/s1600-h/LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjN4-1T0gxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/oLUXKBUwUlc/s320/LOL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346750203476345618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-GL everybody with their studies! Aja Hwaiting!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-3227979933980876010?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/3227979933980876010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/06/naked-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/3227979933980876010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/3227979933980876010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/06/naked-pics.html' title='Naked Pics ;)'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SjNnhEJhAdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dCkbKFjFIj4/s72-c/DSC03234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-2315778052657509782</id><published>2009-06-02T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:44:16.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='汶川大地震'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sichuan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earthquake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>Hope...</title><content type='html'>12/5/08 汶川大地震.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In a world relentlessly hit with turmoil, despair and tragedy we must always remember to cherish every moment that is spent with our loved ones. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The picture below is a snapshot of the despair faced by many in the midst of the 12th May 2008 Sichuan Earthquake. It was taken during the aftermath of the earthquake and shows a quake victim (the hand of a young &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt;) trapped under the debris while her older brother holds her hand for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at these photos reminds me of how lucky I am to have a roof over my head, to have a family, to be loved- to be alive...and just how much I take for granted each day. And that I must always think of the ones I love and "cherish every moment spent with them" because you never when its gone-till its gone.  (Not turning emo btw) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to express my deepest condolences to those affected by the earthquake. May those who perished in the earthquake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rest in Peace&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; 你們安息.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SiU0DfZoX1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/4ItV5deDCL4/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SiU0DfZoX1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/4ItV5deDCL4/s400/hope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342733767518216018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-2315778052657509782?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/2315778052657509782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/06/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/2315778052657509782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/2315778052657509782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/06/hope.html' title='Hope...'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SiU0DfZoX1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/4ItV5deDCL4/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-7878703787517297761</id><published>2009-05-07T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:26:41.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought...</title><content type='html'>Adding to the previous post, just a series of pictures/comics that I found quite entertaining and interesting. My homework relief!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LOL I LOVE THIS ONE!!!... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKeeLpg1iI/AAAAAAAAADc/ai5wIquKxJk/s1600-h/2890_95593101310_642326310_3078835_1121317_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKeeLpg1iI/AAAAAAAAADc/ai5wIquKxJk/s400/2890_95593101310_642326310_3078835_1121317_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332999150120261154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-that's not sus at all. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKe890NA-I/AAAAAAAAADs/ThyNA95WCRU/s1600-h/2890_95593096310_642326310_3078834_4974381_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKe890NA-I/AAAAAAAAADs/ThyNA95WCRU/s400/2890_95593096310_642326310_3078834_4974381_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332999678982947810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKfExSCWXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eAJQgW2Ri0c/s1600-h/goinggreen2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKfExSCWXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eAJQgW2Ri0c/s400/goinggreen2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332999813057370482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKfMBJyOII/AAAAAAAAAD8/fuOOUiCSfhI/s1600-h/adding-secret-twitter-messages-in-comic-filenames!-sup-%40BarackObama.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKfMBJyOII/AAAAAAAAAD8/fuOOUiCSfhI/s400/adding-secret-twitter-messages-in-comic-filenames!-sup-%40BarackObama.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332999937576810626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKfTryu7kI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0MBV2acFgKw/s1600-h/whydidiloook.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKfTryu7kI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0MBV2acFgKw/s400/whydidiloook.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333000069281934914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKfbpztFAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oT0u8GvalOo/s1600-h/prisoncamp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKfrPMCYDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NbzK4SWIgyQ/s400/housefiah.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333000473920299058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKfzzc79BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/U7iJN7-B-4o/s1600-h/The-difference-between-being-handy-and-handsy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKfzzc79BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/U7iJN7-B-4o/s400/The-difference-between-being-handy-and-handsy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333000621093811218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKf7MhvrsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Y3wFzpQrCPM/s1600-h/laundry.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKf7MhvrsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Y3wFzpQrCPM/s400/laundry.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333000748083949250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKgAwbW9kI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cah-YxynFNQ/s1600-h/comicbeatyourmeat.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKgAwbW9kI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cah-YxynFNQ/s400/comicbeatyourmeat.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333000843620185666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-7878703787517297761?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/7878703787517297761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/05/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/7878703787517297761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/7878703787517297761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/05/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought...'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgKeeLpg1iI/AAAAAAAAADc/ai5wIquKxJk/s72-c/2890_95593101310_642326310_3078835_1121317_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-5400618847240674849</id><published>2009-05-05T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:18:37.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pandemic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pooh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flu'/><title type='text'>Contemporary Issues...</title><content type='html'>It's a classic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgA5uyLTCMI/AAAAAAAAACU/-CdlNmqW-EA/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgA5uyLTCMI/AAAAAAAAACU/-CdlNmqW-EA/s400/SafeRedirect.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332325434712590530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-5400618847240674849?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/5400618847240674849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/05/contemporary-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/5400618847240674849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/5400618847240674849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/05/contemporary-issues.html' title='Contemporary Issues...'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SgA5uyLTCMI/AAAAAAAAACU/-CdlNmqW-EA/s72-c/SafeRedirect.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-7426057691062206591</id><published>2009-05-01T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:27:33.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feels Like Breaking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='터질 것 같아'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Runner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blade'/><title type='text'>Zia (지아) - 터질 것 같아 (Feels Like its Breaking)</title><content type='html'>New track from Zi-A's mini album "Orchestra".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool MV! An analogy for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;betrayed love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kind of reminds me of Blade Runner tho o.o. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief overview: A guy receives a package, contained within it is a lifeless form of a young woman and an instruction manual. The guy diciphers the instruction manual and finds out that in order to instill life within the girl he must give her love. This love acts as a power/life source for the girl; her "battery" is restored to full health when the guy gives her his full devotion and compassion. However, as the girl recovers day by day, the guy appears to be degrading in health and has become like the girl, a robot of some sort that requires "love and compassion" as a power source. Despite this, the girl whom he had loved and nurtured, does not care about him and thus, he is depleted of power and dies in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSGHDiDzYcQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSGHDiDzYcQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="430" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-7426057691062206591?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/7426057691062206591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/05/zia-feels-like-its-breaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/7426057691062206591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/7426057691062206591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/05/zia-feels-like-its-breaking.html' title='Zia (지아) - 터질 것 같아 (Feels Like its Breaking)'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-3032473529785411589</id><published>2009-05-01T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:05:24.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='심장이 없어'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Have'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sohee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8eight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart'/><title type='text'>8Eight - 심장이 없어 (Don't Have A Heart)</title><content type='html'>Genre: R&amp;amp;B/Ballad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the title track of 8eight's third album “The Golden Age.” It features a unique and exciting beat and portrays the sadness of a breakup. It was produced by hit-maker Bang Shi-hyuk, who also wrote "Like I've Been Shot" for Baek Ji-young. The music video is a story about forbidden love between a vampire, portrayed by So-hee of the Wonder Girls, and a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great song! Check it out below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="600" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5fYBYqsCdXk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5fYBYqsCdXk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="430" height="460"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Translation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said I was hurting, I thought it'd really hurt&lt;br /&gt;If I said I was sad, I thought I'd start to cry&lt;br /&gt;just laugh, just laugh, just laugh&lt;br /&gt;But people keep asking why i'm crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAP&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a repeat: I cry then laugh then cry again&lt;br /&gt;Why am I like this?&lt;br /&gt;I live not being able to tell if beer is beer or if it's food&lt;br /&gt;Living through this degree of pain&lt;br /&gt;Absent mindedly on paper, without even knowing I write your name all day long&lt;br /&gt;I don't let go of the pen until the whole page is black&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, and i pick up the phone to call but then i stop&lt;br /&gt;Tears find me again from thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a heart&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I cannot feel any pain&lt;br /&gt;I walk by myself talking to myself everyday&lt;br /&gt;but still tears always seem to flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said I was hurting, I thought it'd really hurt&lt;br /&gt;If I said I was sad, I thought I'd start to cry&lt;br /&gt;just laugh, just laugh, just laugh&lt;br /&gt;But people keep asking why i'm crying&lt;br /&gt;even though im laughing like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAP&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you left I feel like I've become stupid&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything,&lt;br /&gt;die, i live secluded in my home&lt;br /&gt;Without you I have nothing to do but the day is so long, it's too long&lt;br /&gt;But why are you so busy? I made you feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;When you said you wanted to go shopping I'd go drink with a friend&lt;br /&gt;Just like that,&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy but why couldnt I do it with you?&lt;br /&gt;I've always regretted being the slowest,&lt;br /&gt;I must be an idiot but even at the end I can't seem to be able let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a heart&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a heart&lt;br /&gt;Today, I tell an obvious lie again,&lt;br /&gt;My heart hurts so much and I'm here begging like this,&lt;br /&gt;So how do you think I can laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said I was hurting, I thought it'd really hurt&lt;br /&gt;If I said I was sad, I thought I'd start to cry&lt;br /&gt;just laugh, just laugh, just laugh&lt;br /&gt;But people keep asking why i'm crying&lt;br /&gt;even though im laughing like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let's Laugh), Like celebrities on tv&lt;br /&gt;(Let's Laugh), Like your mini homepage title&lt;br /&gt;(Let's Laugh), Like yesterday when I was happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel pain&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel pain&lt;br /&gt;Just laugh, Just Laugh, Just Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Please stop your tears now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-3032473529785411589?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/3032473529785411589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/05/8eight-dont-have-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/3032473529785411589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/3032473529785411589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/05/8eight-dont-have-heart.html' title='8Eight - 심장이 없어 (Don&apos;t Have A Heart)'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-7401112896206605539</id><published>2009-04-23T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T03:13:14.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jerusalem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebecca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Funny Easter Picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfA6TuVi3kI/AAAAAAAAABo/efgXG2NUevM/s1600-h/funny-easter-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 391px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfA6TuVi3kI/AAAAAAAAABo/efgXG2NUevM/s400/funny-easter-picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327822469709618754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL *Credits to Rebecca (above left) for showing me this picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-7401112896206605539?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/7401112896206605539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-easter-picture.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/7401112896206605539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/7401112896206605539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-easter-picture.html' title='Funny Easter Picture.'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfA6TuVi3kI/AAAAAAAAABo/efgXG2NUevM/s72-c/funny-easter-picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-5754565926970170276</id><published>2009-04-21T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:24:04.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Weird Dreams..</title><content type='html'>Prepare to be WTF-ed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had this really obscure dream so I decided it was worth noting o.o- I don't know if you would classify it as a nightmare but regardless.. I was being pursued and tantalized by this big ass monster fish that was a cannibal- it was like an ogre white-spotted orange gold fish O.o;  but it wasn't a shark either, it literally looked like a ridiculously big big big big big gold fish- the size of a whale actualy. I don't know :S. Anyway, this fish was "murdering" (and later on tries to attack me) the other fish in the pond or reservoir. I could see the outline of a silhouette just beneath the surface of the water (like a shark) moving rather quickly around the pond whilst fish guts and heads were sprouting on the surface of the water above it, it was horrifying X.X. The water was a bubbling sea of red. Suddenly the silhoutte advanced towards me and this MOTHER F***ING (excuse language:P) BIG GOLD FISH HEAD (emphasis on the GOLD FISH HEAD) lunged at me, mouth hanging open ready to swallow me whole- the details are vague at this point but I do remember it was unsuccessful because I OWNZORZ it in the end ^o^v. The setting of this dream if I can recall is in the backyard of my grandma's house (grandparents/old peoples homes are scary &gt;&lt;) because they have a huge fish pond/resoivor thing containing big gold fish-the fish are approximately the size of the fish you get served at chinese restaurants incase you can't visualize it. Has anyone ever tasted gold fish O_o?? However, how it could possibly contain a whale fish of its scale I have no idea :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did next? I ran upstairs to get a shotgun/pistol and returned to find it gone!! O.O- just like all action/thriller movies although its not really horror is it?.. unless the girl (Samara?) from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ring&lt;/span&gt; crawls out of its gaping mouth O.O- I've dreamt of the Ring Girl once before.. not because I fancy her ofcourse!! LOL I think i've had my fair share of movies these holidays. Anyway, the suspense builds up at this point and I'm left standing on a platform bridge structure directly above the pond, pistol between my trembling hands directed towards the surface below. I think I may have wet my bed =p. I'm scanning the surface below when a voice from behind yells at me: "GAO MUT YEH AH?! SEK FARN LA!!" (translation: What are doing?! It's dinner time!) ..so its dinner time? O_o ..at least theres a sense of normality to the situation.  I screamed out, "Por Por!! WTF have you been feeding your fish?!"  However, this was followed by the sound of a broken rice bowl and my grandma's croaked voice screaming out incoherent words mixed with horror and shock: "GNOR-BOL-BOL-YU-SEk-SIGH-SART-YUN-HONG-SAWL-LEI-4-JOR-LA....DIM GUY? DIM GUY? DIM GUY? dim guy...."    (translation: My-Bol Bol, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;random name given to a random fish??&lt;/span&gt;-Eat-All-Murderer-You-Die-Already....Why? Why? Why? Why?) All the while I just kept thinking..I didn't do it..I didn't do it..I didn't do it..while the "dim gai" constantly rang in my ears. Before I had time to respond, I caught a glimpse of a fin amongst the floating mass of fish heads, innards and the icy stares of fish eye balls- not a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently, I fired like a crazy man into the depths of the water. There was no response, only the wailing of my grandmother growing steadily louder. I let my guard down thinking it was all over, but just as I did, the sound of breaking water filled my ears and out emerged the fish with its jaw hanging open (its head looked like a cross between a dragon and a gold fish actually O.o). I grabbed the nearest bamboo stick and jabbed it into the expanse of black before me. I could feel and ear the grinding of flesh. It's breath smelt foul. It had stopped motionless in its tracks at this point, my arm outstretched grasping the bamboo stick with the fish firmly skewered along its length. With its body displayed in full glory, I realised I had managed to pierce both sides of its flabby cheeks with my random firing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/Se6VdlAaBYI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ne4gBGQ1PpY/s1600-h/goldfish02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/Se6VdlAaBYI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ne4gBGQ1PpY/s400/goldfish02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327359744608437634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh.. that's the end of my WTF dream O.O. On a random note, I'm going to go buy a Siamese Fighter fish tomorrow. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-5754565926970170276?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/5754565926970170276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/04/weird-dreams.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/5754565926970170276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/5754565926970170276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/04/weird-dreams.html' title='Weird Dreams..'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/Se6VdlAaBYI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ne4gBGQ1PpY/s72-c/goldfish02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-2236522987672711172</id><published>2009-04-18T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:00:48.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Chou-晴天</title><content type='html'>Old Jay Chou song but I just discovered it and it's pretty good ^.^".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲/詞: 周杰倫&lt;br /&gt;Qu/Ci: Zhou Jie Lun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music/&lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 153, 153);"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(160, 255, 255);"&gt;Jay&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Chou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Hyde – &lt;a href="http://www.jay-chou.net/" target="_blank"&gt;www.&lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(160, 255, 255);"&gt;jay&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;chou&lt;/b&gt;.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 故事的小黄花&lt;br /&gt;gu shi de xiao huang hua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The small yellow flower from the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从出生那年就飘着&lt;br /&gt;cong chu sheng na nian jiu piao zhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Was wandering since he day she was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;童年的荡秋千&lt;br /&gt;tong nian de dang qiu qian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Swinging on a swing in her childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;随记忆一直晃到现在&lt;br /&gt;sui ji yi yi zhi huang dao xian zai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Swinging her memories all the way until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ㄖㄨㄟ ㄙㄡ ㄙㄡ ㄒ一 ㄉㄡ ㄒ一&lt;br /&gt;re sou sou xi dou xi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ㄌㄚ ㄙㄡ ㄌㄚ ㄒ一 ㄒ一  ㄒ一 ㄒ一 ㄌㄚ ㄒ一 ㄌㄚ  ㄙㄡ&lt;br /&gt;la sou la xi xi xi xi la xi la sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*note: there is no translation for these two lines, they're merely a musical  scale such as do re mi fa so la...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吹着前奏望着天空&lt;br /&gt;chui zhe qian zou wang zhe tian kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Playing an opening theme, looking into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想起花瓣试着掉落&lt;br /&gt;wo xiang qi hua ban shi zhe diao luo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I think of petals trying to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为你翘课的那一天&lt;br /&gt;wei ni tiao ke de na yi tian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That day I skipped school for you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;花落的那一天&lt;br /&gt;hua luo de na yi tian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That day the flower fell;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;教室的那一间&lt;br /&gt;jiao shi de na yi jian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The space of the classroom;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我怎么看不见&lt;br /&gt;wo zen me kan bu jian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Why can’t I see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;消失的下雨天&lt;br /&gt;xiao shi de xia yu tian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That rainy day that disappeared -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好想再淋一遍&lt;br /&gt;wo hao xiang zai lin yi bian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;How I want to be rained upon again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没想到失去的勇气我还留着&lt;br /&gt;mei xiang dao shi qu de yong qi wo hai liu zhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Never thought that I still kept my lost courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想再问一遍&lt;br /&gt;hao xiang zai wen yi bian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;How I want to ask again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你会等待还是离开&lt;br /&gt;ni hui deng dai hai shi li kai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Will you wait or will you go away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刮风这天 我试过握着你手 &lt;br /&gt;gua feng zhe tian wo shi guo wo zhe ni shou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That day that the wind blew I tried to hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但偏偏 雨渐渐&lt;br /&gt;dan pian pian yu jian jian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;But unfortunetly, the rain kept on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大到我看你不见&lt;br /&gt;da dao wo kan ni bu jian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Falling until I couldn’t see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还要多久 我才能在你身边&lt;br /&gt;hai yao duo jiu wo cai neng zai ni shen bian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;How much longer until I can be beside you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等待放晴的那天 也许我会比较好一点&lt;br /&gt;deng dai fang qing de na tian ye xu wo hui bi jiao hao yi dian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Waiting for the day to turn clear, maybe I’ll be a little  better then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从前从前 有个人爱你很久&lt;br /&gt;cong qian cong qian you ge ren ai ni hen jiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Long ago, a person loved you for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但偏偏 风渐渐&lt;br /&gt;dan pian pian feng jian jian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;But unfortunetly, the wind kept on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;把距离吹得好远&lt;br /&gt;ba ju li chui de hao yuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Blowing, widening the gap so much further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好不容易 又能再多爱一天 &lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-5341584919722679655</id><published>2009-04-09T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:22:07.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex + Kary 演唱會 !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/Sd67LaBGfpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5kewJXPoTmo/s1600-h/0865_Alex-Kary_pA2_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322897614235401874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/Sd67LaBGfpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5kewJXPoTmo/s320/0865_Alex-Kary_pA2_final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FK! Why couldn't it be in Sydney...tbh, i'd rather go to this concert than jay chous :P. Argh, if i was 18 and didn't have the hsc &gt;.&gt; id fly over and see it :(. &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/2604824978220914948-5341584919722679655?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/5341584919722679655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/04/alex-kary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/5341584919722679655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/5341584919722679655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/04/alex-kary.html' title='Alex + Kary 演唱會 !!'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/Sd67LaBGfpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5kewJXPoTmo/s72-c/0865_Alex-Kary_pA2_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2604824978220914948.post-6717854031098641214</id><published>2009-04-09T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:41:20.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Friday.</title><content type='html'>Hahaa this is my first post for this blog..my other 1 kinda died so yeh.. neway atm just sitting at home staring at the clouds...call me a romantic? O.o..haha- and blogging. I should be out bbq-ing with the other azns but I fked up my leg yesterday at Hapkido, full caused a blood bath in my sisters car :D. so i'm stuck at home; rents out mahjong-ing, cuzns in HK...ZzzzzzZZzzz. I want to Karaoke havent been in yoinks &gt;.&gt;.  Anyway, very short blog yes I know, haha its boring blogging about ur monotonous life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, any1 planning on going to Jay Chou concert?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2604824978220914948-6717854031098641214?l=kuro-sakii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/feeds/6717854031098641214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-friday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/6717854031098641214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2604824978220914948/posts/default/6717854031098641214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuro-sakii.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-friday.html' title='Easter Friday.'/><author><name>Brendon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708951243299624074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XFy_f1CU1TQ/SfZbeM961WI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cH6lXLTZUv0/S220/IMG000701.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
