<?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-36066828</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:34:45.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The world of laughter and more WAHAHAHAHAHS!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-117224455509382661</id><published>2007-02-23T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T07:29:15.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why should you feel sorry for those who are beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/669886/eva%20longoria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/580168/eva%20longoria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's admit it, we are living in a place where we always nasty talk others and the targets we usually like  to superior on are the beautiful people. Yup, the perfect face and body. People that were paying full attention to you then turn heads to them as soon as they step into the room eventhough you were halfway wasting your time trying to get them listen to you in the first place. Yes, we all hate them. They got everything they want right? So, why not add some salt into their lifes so they can feel the pain too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, we should think more about it. They are still human and they DO feel that salt they had in their lifes and yours would make it even severe. People who has the looks didn;t ask for it. They are born with it and that's like winning billions of dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should U feel sorry for them? To be truthful, many of us do think lots of them are air-heads when it comes to education or work. We think them as people who just do their hair and place makeup on their faces. We are envious since they shouldn;t get those skills since they already have the looks. Yeah right, you might say.&lt;br /&gt;These people are mostly single when you think of it, especially the ladies all at home watching television when everyone else is having the time of their lives. They know others will talk bad about them so they begin to isolate themselves. Furthermore, men are shy to ask them out. They afraid the rejection and what can be worse than the rejection from a beautiful woman? That would crush his ego and that;s important to a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, next time, don;t hate those who are prettier than you, they might just be as pretty as they are on the outside if you give them the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-117224455509382661?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/117224455509382661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=117224455509382661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/117224455509382661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/117224455509382661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-should-you-feel-sorry-for-those.html' title='Why should you feel sorry for those who are beautiful'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-117168080095389542</id><published>2007-02-16T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:53:20.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/340176/breaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/302781/breaki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I won;t say you;re in love?" I asked my friend and she was like having this faraway look. Nothing on Valentine;s day, she just sighed and doesn;t have the mood to study. It was the period of Physics when the girls shall have their Valentine gifts. I was very dissapointed that Interact club didn;t sell flowers on this day and was wondering (and running!) when I heard some of the girls say the cookies were didn;t satisfy them. Hmmm...I shared the cookies with my friends, just to taste it I bought them, you see and had one surprise from a friend from another friend. Cookies weren;t that bad, but I thnik they were expecting big heart-shaped cookies right?&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is perfect for improvement! Cookies are supposed to be cakes. I think cakes would sell better, cut in pieces. Especially if the cake is chocolate cheese cakes that you can share with your loved one, right?? My other friend got this RM96 bouquet of flowers. I was asking her, "Where is the bouquet?" She said she gave it to her father. I think her father must have questions flooding his head the moment he sees his daughter bringing flowers to the car?&lt;br /&gt;My typical Valentine is simple. Make a small chocolate cake and decorated it with any I want and hide it inside the fridge for fear someone might come back and eat it in one whole bite.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Valentine day is special to some people. Cost them thousands or maybe if you are extremely wealthy, they bring them to dine in on their own personal plane.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year, who knows? Next year everyone in the class has SPM...and after that, we graduate. That time would be perfect to hunt down the recipe for the perfect cheese cakes in bookshops!!!! Time pass so fast...and Happy Chinese New year to anyone who celebarates and are loyal for reading my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-117168080095389542?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/117168080095389542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=117168080095389542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/117168080095389542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/117168080095389542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wont-say-youre-in-love-i-asked-my.html' title=''/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-117102951371271351</id><published>2007-02-09T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T05:58:33.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes of today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/90008/keir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/571032/keir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the School's sports day and i was in charge of taking pictures with my Add mT. teacher. I have to run here and there and i can be there to see what;s happening from a close spot. I was busy taking pictures of a girl throwing the javelin numerous times and then we were about to leave when the running competition was about to start. Then,one of the girls had  afresh start of getting no.1 and then, she fell face first and had serious injuries on both of her legs. Teacher told me to take the picture and i did. Looking back, I remembered watching a show called "Heroes". It;s about this group of humans who woke up one day realizing they have extraordinary abilities. No, It's not like X-MEN. It have a unique side.These people actually play important roles in their's life.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I realized, maybe there are some of you have some extraordinary abilities too. No, I don;t have doubts about it. I know. It is proven today because after that girl fell, one of the Red Cresent members carried her and imagine the hot sun above your heads. She was trying hard to get the girl to the sick room. The shot, I took it. It was proven, we all can be heroes. No, you don;t need the ability to see through walls or walk through them...you can do miracles. Great job you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-117102951371271351?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/117102951371271351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=117102951371271351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/117102951371271351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/117102951371271351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2007/02/heroes-of-today.html' title='Heroes of today'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-117094469496607440</id><published>2007-02-08T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T06:24:54.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love your enemies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/449029/bet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/880030/bet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don;t expect everyone in the world to like you, right? It is really impossible. You can;t force a person to like your precepts and maybe something they did in the past made you keep revenge for them until your own soul carries dark waves. No, I'm have no way of forcing or making them like you. All i can tell is, LOVE YOUR ENEMY. It will take time but in the end, they would understand that you are trying to make peace and end the war. There;s more than meet the eyes and if you really look deeper into that person's soul, you might just find out that they are just like you, hoping and waiting that you might come up and draw a line to the rivalry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you hate someone, try to be reasonable. Why do you hate that person? Did that person hurt your feelings? If it;s just some little thing, dismiss it with positive thoughts! Maybe you did a mistake and they just gave you an earful a little. Don;t end up making a mole out of a molehill! It's little things in life that make big things happen. You might regret it afterwards. Love your enemy. It will make them confuse. In the BIBLE, it says pray fro your enemies. Your enemies might turn out to be your best friend that can help you out. Don;t be afraid to confront your enemy, not having eye contact with them would make it harder for them to forgive you. Communication is another thing. Talk good to them, help them out when they don;t offer you any help, smile to them when they are alone (sincerely, of course) and you might just know...that she/he would play one of the most important roles in your life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-117094469496607440?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/117094469496607440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=117094469496607440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/117094469496607440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/117094469496607440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-your-enemies.html' title='Love your enemies'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-117050129819056555</id><published>2007-02-03T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T03:15:03.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screaming your head off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/982172/homersh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/173021/homersh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day will always begin by homework and ends with homework. After that, at home..homework once more. Then, television time. After tv, there;S HOMEWORK again. After that, tidy up your books. Over that routine! Life;s about homework? I wanted to join kelab anti-jenayah and guess what, the whole place was full of new and old members. I am so proud that Joyful Vanguard managed to attract more than 25 members this year. It;s so sad that the President and The screctary shall leave the school this year! So far, no position in any of the clubs. I wanted to join Badminton since my friends kept on telling me to be a member, but i decided to quit. No good since there are more than 80 members in that club!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kadet police was my next option. Nah...too many members plus i will leave school soon and where do i continue it&gt;? Stick to the clubs i joined last year like Interact and JV. I decided to quit my two other clubs i can;t do anything much in it such as LADS and Bowling. I have to many activities! I planned to join that but that would mean i will join about 6 clubs!!!! No way. The tuition is another thing. So, i stick to only 2 clubs.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I have the chance to speak with a girl who sat behind me. She was nice and i get to know she has 2 younger siblings. I never spoken to her over the years except i knew she was the owner of OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB mangas! She sits with her best friend and they really can complete their homeworks in school! I was all "wow!" since i always try to finish my work at home...heheh...anyway, she shares different opinions with another friend of mine. This girl really wants to get a scholarship and I know she can but my other friend has her opinion of what so important getting a scholarship? These girls, I know, were one of the brilliant students in the whole Form 4! Yet, they share the different understanding. Me? Well...I have no idea of what to do yet...back to subject please. So it was today, a Saturday after our Jv Meeting that this girl share me some of her life story. She wants to study in Malaysia whereas i meet some other people who are desperately trying to study overseas. It got me thinking..is there a differance? Not trying to make your feelings hurt, just saying that why can;t we study in Malaysia? What;s wrong? It's cheaper! Plus, it;s in your own country where you don;t feel the slighest bit of being an alien! Believe me, I felt alinated before because i been therem done that. However, i understand it is good if you are offered a scholarship cause you can have new experiences.  I learned in life that...if you want it, don;t miss out that oppurtunity! All i can say to this girls is...good luck and "panjang umur"!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-117050129819056555?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/117050129819056555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=117050129819056555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/117050129819056555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/117050129819056555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2007/02/screaming-your-head-off.html' title='Screaming your head off'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116998065013350457</id><published>2007-01-28T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T02:37:30.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salute to L.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/418911/53244126897l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/575721/53244126897l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jUST BY looking at the image, you should know what i'm talking about. I watched Death nOte 2:the last name on the 27th with my friend, N and her other buddy, H who happens to be cracked for a long time and 3 of us are the fans of Desu Noto! They came quite late, well, the movie will start in 5 minutes, but we managed to get the seats. It was dark already when i was entering the cinema and i was pratically rubbing in the dark since i saw N walking up and stop halfway. I couldn;t see what was happening and she left me alone like a rat looking for chesse in the middle of a closed shoebox. Thank goodness, there was light! Poeple were smiling at me and i saw H's white blouse and she was waving to me. Oh man...I wasted 5 minutes of the movie but it was fine. I saw Matsuyama Kenichi playing as L and he was not considered handsome in the papers, in fact they labelled him "pretty" in the movie. However, I thank the brilliant mind of the director of this awesome movie because justice will never abandon us all in the end! I don;t wan;t to be the mourner of the party but all i can say is..this is the last death note film of the story. The 3rd installment is the prequel, "DEATH NOTE GAIDEN" which only features about L's life. I am very dissapointed in the manga instead because Watari has to die. Why can;t they just leave the aging dude alone??!  Time pass so very extremely devastatingly rapid. I'm in the upper form now and all i can say is...it;s study everyday and no more fun. Where shall i be in 2009? What shall i do? Who shall i met? Who will leave their footprints in my heart? All i know is...i must make everyday meaningful!  I'm still counting the days, so long lower secondary and hello to stressful days of upper secondary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116998065013350457?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116998065013350457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116998065013350457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116998065013350457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116998065013350457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/salute-to-l.html' title='Salute to L.'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116922095254211294</id><published>2007-01-19T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T07:35:53.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's wear a mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/536525/poooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/322670/poooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this year means everything shall start anew!!! Eventhough school's tough and i have a date with Add Mt almost everyday, I wouldn;t miss a episode of my favourite tv show to lay back and relax like the good old days. Hahh...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wear a mask? Mask are used to hide your real indentity like batman and robin, well, if you just excluded the tight spandex, you know what i mean. It's not easy to regonize a person when they wear a certain mask. Who are they?, you shall ask. What do they want form you will come rolling next.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the topic about masks will i continue later? I dun know? But as i know, I onyl have a certain period of time to check other blogs and that's usually 3 weeks to do so. I don;t have lots of time now to write more. The biology homework has to be done and i think exams are comign up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mistleo finally won the battle over the seats!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116922095254211294?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116922095254211294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116922095254211294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116922095254211294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116922095254211294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-wear-mask.html' title='Let&apos;s wear a mask'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116903585548825655</id><published>2007-01-17T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T04:10:55.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the "whatever" say</title><content type='html'>You know, "whatever" is a rude word. I hear this mostly directed to men when they can;t fulfill the need of a woman who demands more than he can afford. I find this really sad since the guy was deeply disapointed in himself. Well, cheer up! There's more worms in the earth, i joked to him and he just gave a chuckle. Right, that's it. Be happy. That;s all you can do right now in the world full of calamities. I counted the years and recalled the days... to find that time has rapidly changed everyone around me. Soon, it will turn 2008. I'm going on my seperate paths and may not meet anyone else i know anymore. Easy come, easy go. That;s the popular saying.&lt;br /&gt;Men still don;t understand women. If you do, that must be your talent. I have no idea what;s my talent but someday i hope to discover it. Hey, i want to sit back and relax...but that's    impossible in 4s1. Kicking up my feet is a no-no. Homeworks are a burden but everything &lt;br /&gt;happens for a reason. Anyone seen my umbrella? It went missing and i want it back. Please do not use it as entertainment to poke people. Oh, if those of you who wanted to order for v-day, please wait until  i give you the forms! Thanks for asking and supporting!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116903585548825655?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116903585548825655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116903585548825655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116903585548825655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116903585548825655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/whatever-say.html' title='the &quot;whatever&quot; say'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116903349736738780</id><published>2007-01-17T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T03:31:37.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip only stirs anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/711624/koyi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/485932/koyi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about my sit. I dislike it for a lot of factors. One, my friends are so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two, I can;t hear what the teacher is explaining. Three, it's unfair that some people always have the chance to grab the front sits whenever we move to Physics, Chemistry and Biology. What happen to the fair terms of changing places every week so everyone can have the same chance? Guess this world is cruel. So cruel the picture above is only for the camera to hide the ugly side of humanity! Gossip can stir more than anger, actually. It can really break someone's heart just because you are disatisfied. Think wisely and try to be in that person;s shoes. You don;t know what is happening in their life or maybe you are a sadist then? Lies. If you don;t want to know the person, fine. But lying can become big and the only other thing that comes after that is bleeding.  My friend is the subject of all gossips and lies, but i still stand close to her. However, she tells lies to me and somehow, I know deep inside, she wants to make herself to appear interesting. I don;t know the whole story of her life, not every detail of it yet, but what about trust?! Who cares if you aren;t interesting? Why should we be over concerned of what others think about us???!! Why?! So they can change our lifes? No way, that;s gonna happen! We are destroying our own image! And all of you, who;s been trap in the web of lies, find the truth out for yourself because you never know when the devil is whispering lies in your ear and making the whole thign more complicated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, So i might be a bit grumpy this week. To the bottom of my sincere heart, I apologized if i shouted, slapped yourbag too hard, being impatient, angry, sad, putting my umbrella that seems to hit you everytime you have to go throught the crowded space when going home time and forget to keep in touch with you. Sorry Shanda, almost 2 months!!!! Hey, we all make mistakes and mistakes is what to make us all mature. The last thing i want to do is make an enemy. But i can;t expect everyone  to like me, since I know is this: In the midst of 20 people, one of them will dislike your precepts.  The reason why i am grumpy is the the late morning calls and homework seems to be ruling my whole life now. Sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116903349736738780?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116903349736738780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116903349736738780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116903349736738780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116903349736738780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/gossip-only-stirs-anger.html' title='Gossip only stirs anger'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116873411041463676</id><published>2007-01-13T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T16:21:50.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When your sad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/450304/my%20pug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/932604/my%20pug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't feel sad!!!! Life's so short for everyone, Mr. Pug!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you are having troubles at times, but be open-minded about it, everyone has problems like you too. Having a best friend is worth totally priceless, so go and talk to her about your problems! Okay, here are some tips to get up and wake up from being depress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don;t sit down and continue your depression, get up and see something that will make your funny bone tingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do sth. your sure to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat chocolate! If you don;t have one, call a person up or buy a bar (a box if you feel very unhappy) yourself. It;s ok, IT WON;T MAKE YOU GAIN A FEW POUNDS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Talk to yourself. Express your anger to the mirror or talk in your room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Scream hysterically and as loud as you can into a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. write in a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Lay down a bit. Life;s a competition, but you can;t always be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. See a pleasing scenery, the sky or something connecting to nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hear songs that make you happy like "WALKING ON SUNSHINE" or "I WANT TO LIVE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Call or talk to someone who is trustworthy of your problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116873411041463676?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116873411041463676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116873411041463676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116873411041463676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116873411041463676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-your-sad.html' title='When your sad....'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116869143435856067</id><published>2007-01-13T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T04:30:34.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Events coming up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/933756/poiy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/918418/poiy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee Heee! The Form 1 this year are looking so blur. Probably they are bored of the schoolwork. Being in the EGAN house for 4 years already, I have to stay back to pratice for the upcoming school sports day! I reached there and chit chat with a librarian buddy, and went to chruch looking for her car and spotted lots of morning-section boys sitting at the chruch steps. Ehemm...they were skateboarding and some people are dating there, the par i never could understand is why they pick the church toilet to do so? However, some of them are quite polite, letting us ladies pass first before they skatboard. You know, youth is a short short time. Next year, it's the last year of high school!(sniff*) Then, university and job. Okay, lets not go there yet.&lt;br /&gt;Designing for Valentine;s Day is what I find fun in. Sure, some call it lamo or maybe even worse but i think it;s kinda cool when someone gives you a Valentine!  Half of the people Valentine;s Day gifts to them are really mean, you know, since when they received it, they didn;t like it!!!! KESIAN!!! I KESIAN the person who gives the gifts to them! THEY PRATICALLY LAUGHED AND GAVE IT AWAY TO THEIR FRIENDS!!! Okay, okay, no need to get emotional here, since maybe they didn;t expected it. Who knows? Love can happen ANYTIME! ANYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;Let';s say, someone has been watching you from far and likes you but is afraid to tell you so? I find it sweet! Hehe...i still remember last year, AWH...a classmate of mine was surprised she got lots of stuff, a girl who sits behind last year got a rose, the clique got a flower or cookies each...AWH!!! Heee! So, PEOPLE! When someone gives you someting, don;t feel scared! Don;t feel annoyed, angry, frustrated cause you dun know the person name who gives it to you, and confused! Hey hey, remember this might not happen again.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if you people want to order something for V'day for someone special and you are from my school, order from my club. You can locate me at ground floor(near canteen), my umbrella stays in the school for 5 days hooked to my window grill, I'm the one sitting on the third row from the entrance of the class and doing nothing, most of the time. Why you should order from me? Good question. If you order from others, they want your name and if you don;t give them your name, they will continue to ask you. Of course, some of you won;t want that, right? By the way, you can tell me your message and i'll write your sweet message down for you in my handwritting. ZIPP..i throw every memory card that i wrote your message and your secrets are safe. Okay, have to do my homework...hmph....whoppee!!!! One thing people, even when you're stress, just imagine yourselves being in school and then a pop star sings for your school! That;s how i deal with my stres, with my favourite band, MICHEAL LEARNS TO ROCK, singing for my school. Heheheh, can happen!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116869143435856067?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116869143435856067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116869143435856067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116869143435856067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116869143435856067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/events-coming-up.html' title='Events coming up!'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116868943077937809</id><published>2007-01-13T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T03:57:10.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up in the air!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/145411/opp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/891266/opp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news showed that the cargo airplane landed at International KUching Airport nearly crashed and they had to close down the airport for 6 hours!~ Imagine the frustation of the passengers going on the next flight after the incident reached their ears! This remind me of a certain event when i was returning home. The day was really bad, dark clouds are the only things you can see when you;re sitting near the window of the airplane. Few minutes i woke up, i noticed little droplets of rain starting to tap on the window but it seems to get "vaccumed" since you all know, that the plane appears to move slow but actually it;s moving quite fast. I went to walk around the plane, i have a habit to walk and can;t sit still. Suddenly, half- way walking, the pilot spoke through the speaker that we have to return to our seats. I was in a rush, since we were crossing the ocean, emergency rescue can only save your life now.&lt;br /&gt;Before i could reach my seat, i felt a slight bump and landed directly into it. The seatbelt were left untangle so locating them back into place was pain. Clicking them to my waist, the aeroplane went into this mad bump, bags were starting to fall out, people screaming.....I find it quite scary and exciting at the same time really, i know i;m crazy, but hey, everything went find after that. However, never miss the section where the airplane;s crew demonstrates to you when you;re in the plane talking, reading the paper and whatever you do. Sometimes, it helps!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i ever watch this cartoon before, so whenever i saw an aeroplane above my head, I always wondered, Do they have clowns on both sides of the plane to keep it steady? No idea! Sometimes i have to cool down my stress insanity a bit before i become one loco mama like some people in my class. Hmm...speaking about school stress, Mistleo has enough of her seat problem!!! Anyone wanna change with her???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116868943077937809?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116868943077937809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116868943077937809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116868943077937809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116868943077937809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/up-in-air.html' title='Up in the air!!!'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116842136599029770</id><published>2007-01-10T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:29:29.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going places....in the class</title><content type='html'>wEll, SO i don't get to sit with my friends as i do before. Mistleo hates her seat, plans on how to retrive her beloved seat back. The class is going places! Some want it there, some want it here. No biggie, I assured her that she'll get use to her seat. We are no longer a floating class, so no rushing of who wants to use the class like years before.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116842136599029770?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116842136599029770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116842136599029770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116842136599029770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116842136599029770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2007/01/going-placesin-class.html' title='Going places....in the class'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116752978330902351</id><published>2006-12-30T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T17:49:43.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit Malaysia 2007, A TRUE paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/425966/manukan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/260175/manukan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/337305/isla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/247590/isla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn;t the pictures stunning&gt;? Yes, believe me or not, you can find this paradise right here in Malaysia. No need to spend lots on visiting other places when you can do so in the country!The pictures shows PULAU MANUKAN, SABAH. This island's only transport here is by boat which takes about 12 minutes from the jetty. You can snorkel here and other equipment you'll like to use can be rented out at the shack on the jetty before making your way in the speedboat to the islands. I have to say, it has a reasonable price to go here. There are other 3 islands you would like to visit, such as PULAU MAMUTIK, PULAU MANUKAN and PULAU SAPI. All the islands from my eye view are breath-taking. Tourists were baffled by the scenery and was asking questions about the islands. We are friendly people of course, so just ask us and we will be happy to answer your questions. HAHAHA! I sound like a tour guide~!&lt;br /&gt;When i reached the jetty, the water was crystal-blue. You can see all types of fishes swimming underneath you. Buy some bread and feed them to get some good shots with your camera. The beaches are full of locals and foreign tourists. There are some chalets here but too bad it was all occupied, so we can;t spend a night there. I went snorkelling after that, but I can;t see anything because i was too near to shore. Plus, It was getting hot so i stopped swimming by then.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, it was raining. I was on the speedboat by then and have to cover myself with the mat to block the raindrops that were getting me soaked. There was this Japanese family who were covering themselves with towels which make me dread not to pull out towels before we left the island.&lt;br /&gt;Even through the rain, i had a fine day. I really want to complete my adventure to the other 2 islands the next time i set foot in Sabah again. So Far, so Good that i realized that I could have relaxation right here in South East Asia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116752978330902351?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116752978330902351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116752978330902351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116752978330902351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116752978330902351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/12/visit-malaysia-2007-true-paradise.html' title='Visit Malaysia 2007, A TRUE paradise'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116752829167168656</id><published>2006-12-30T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T17:24:51.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost the end of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/517308/phot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/400/829572/phot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just back yesterday, at 10am from my trip in Kota Kinabalu. K.K. is gorgeous! It reminds me of a place I've been before. For those of you who never venture around the country, I recomend you to visit Sabah. No, the things aren;t expensive as i hear people say. Well, I think they meant the magazines because I bought this book from KL at 4.80 and here it costs 6.30!! I stayed at Promenade Hotel, overlooking the stupendous sea. It's 10km from the renovating KK international airport, so when you're watching the tv or calling someone in ur handphone, the signal will get interfered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR, was to be described as waiting for a death sentence. A night before the results were announced, I text-message Mistleo to tell me my results. Waking up early on the day, I felt nervous and walked to the room;s door on Floor No.9. A newspaper has been inserted into the room. Picking it, I saw the warning there: TSUNAMI! Eh? They reported that they have released tsunami warnings around Sabah. Quickly, I moved to the window and peered out to the sea. It was rising. So far so good, no tsunami. I mean, it has likely changed the world.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mistleo called up. I was frantic when she told me that she was near the results. Then she told me I got straight A's! She did too! Yaaay!  34 people in my class scored brilliantly, while the 10 others, i have no idea at all who are they. So, That very night,  my parents and my lil' bro went to eat at OCEAN SEAFOOD RESTAURANT. It was smelly, because here it has tanks keeping LIVE sea creatures! Lobsters were filling up most of the tanks. There was this KING LOBSTER, it was huge! Of course, why would the name be like that then? It costs about 140 per kg. We have dishes of baby lobsters in butter sauce, kerang in chili sauce, fish lips soup, potato leaves with belacan and steamed red snapper. Everything tasted good, so the next morning, I don;t eat.&lt;br /&gt;DEATH NOTE 2 shall be viewed by audiences of all ages soon enough in sometime next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116752829167168656?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116752829167168656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116752829167168656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116752829167168656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116752829167168656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/12/almost-end-of-year.html' title='Almost the end of the year'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116696425802207251</id><published>2006-12-24T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T04:44:18.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment In Da Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/889142/blo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/135086/blo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees filled the streets on the way going to my village, and I was car sick by the time we reached there. It was quiet today, only a few relatives of mine were home including my sweet grandparents. I saw my 10 and 11 years old cousins going up the stairs of the house by the time I entered. My baby nephew was still there, looking all blur and my sister wilingly picked him up. He gave a funny snort and giggled, his eyes sparkling.&lt;br /&gt;It was Rambutan season, there were lots of the fruits around. I went around the house and saw my gramps making ketupat, and i joined in with him. I had a struggle doing so since i was not very good at it. My granpa kept on laughing, to keep myself sane i laughed all the way while doing it. I did make one but then he had to modify my new creation.&lt;br /&gt;I ate lunch after that and went to get some rambutans from my grandpa's orchard. Following us was my older siblings. They wasn;t much help since they haven;t fully adapt themselves to the jungle. My brother was only did the branches and my sister just plucked the rambutans while i have to collect the ones that dropped from the highest part of the tree, climbed by my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;The rambutans were 2 baskets full. They were deliciously yellow and some were mixed with orange. Ants were everywhere, biting me, but it was already something normal to me.&lt;br /&gt;However, some are dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;A puppy was there, i carried it with love but when i got back to play with it, It was long gone!&lt;br /&gt;The pup has white and black spots on its coat, it looked so frail. I played around with my cousins, playing Naruto on their PS2 and chit chat a bit with them. They seem to have a fun time before Christmas starts. Probably cause they were going to Damai tomorow?&lt;br /&gt;When we were about to return, chickens were everywhere, running fer shelther. I abhor this cockerel, since i was in the village, it kept it's eyes on me. I can't wait before they slaughter it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. That; all to tell. Merry CHristmas to everyone celebrating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116696425802207251?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116696425802207251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116696425802207251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116696425802207251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116696425802207251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/12/moment-in-da-village.html' title='Moment In Da Village'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116692818057467901</id><published>2006-12-23T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:43:00.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All i want for christmas...where;s all my friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/589980/oo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/735060/oo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Christmas is coming. Hmmm....where;s Mistleo? Hmmm....kidnapped and gone? Hmmm...later i find her lah. HOHOHO everyone! Just back from Church and preparing my bags for Miri tomorow then exactly on the 28th, I shall be in Sabah. Now, London is practically covered with snow. PURE WHITE FREEZING SNOW! I heard Osaka is full with it, too. Wow, how about Kyoto?&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas tree has been decorated and put up, sadly no one shall put fresh popcorn chains around it this year. My Christmas this year, not a single present at all. Well, I was having thrid thoughts about roasting a turkey, but decided not to since we are leaving tomorow. This year Christmas i will spend it together with dear young Grandma! Granmama! It's been about one year since I visited her In Mri. Lots of My cousins are there too. Practically, In MiRI there;s more shopping malls.&lt;br /&gt;All i want for Christmas...is you!!! Hahaha! That;s a song by songstress Mariah Carey. It has a catchy tune. Almosall the radio stations playing Christmas songs by now. Let me recomend you all what to watch for Christmas since I have nothing else to say. First, "THE CHRISTMAS SHOES" on Hallmark. Love that channel, it has good values kids this days should learn to be more polite to 15 year olds or older like you and me instead of bossing about the latest handphone. BAH! Who cares?! I could even do the kid a favor, trample it on the floor and deliver it to him, alias Grimripper. I'm positive that kid' name is on Santa' TOP 10 naughty kids in DA WORLD. You should see how he treats his parents. He even slaps his own mom and ordered her around. For a kid of 7 years old, he can;t bring my spirit of Christmas down. The only child and lives in his wn dysfuntional world where he's king.&lt;br /&gt;What happen to the type of kids that were so darn innocent? Where are the days, people?&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main subject, watch animes for your Christmas after visiting. It's nice to catch EMMA again, and maybe PARADISE KISS. Also, watch some tamil movies. Sometimes, you can watch them making the movie right in the country and feel proud they chose our land for shooting the movie.&lt;br /&gt;My friends are not even online. They are all gone!!! Christmas Eve today will be celebrated in my village later! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116692818057467901?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116692818057467901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116692818057467901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116692818057467901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116692818057467901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want-for-christmaswheres-all-my_23.html' title='All i want for christmas...where;s all my friends?'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116684663948664755</id><published>2006-12-22T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:17:49.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi and coffee beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/324595/trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/850782/trail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an outing with my 2 close friends, and we were planning it ever so carefully. I was the last one to be there since my older sister slept through the morning and poking her was a mistake to wake her up, proscratinating about 10 minutes to 30 minutes. You see, all of us promised to be there at 10a.m. I arrived there at 11am. Quite good i think, at least i make it there. When we were all present, we had a good go of playing FATAL FRAME 2 AND 3 at Nab's house.&lt;br /&gt;C was the only one looking unmoved by the scenes in the game. Nab's cat also joined in to see what;s up with us grouping together at the TV, laying down on the table and watched. After an&lt;br /&gt;hour of playing, we went down to chow down on lunch and made milkshakes. It was hard making milkshakes without a suitable blender, so we used the old-school way of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;The milkshakes turned out fine and we had a good time sipping it down.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had to go to the cineplex to catch "ERAGON" and Nab;s funny uncle( she calls him Pak Cik Tua) sent us since her mom can;T. He dropped us off in front of parkson and we head to the elevators. We waited quite long and since it's passed 2pm, we just have to try and catch the movie hoping we passed the credits only. Then this group of boys coming in. They were really just whistling, playing with the public phones and looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of freaky, u know..Since I noticed they were there not waiting for the elevators.&lt;br /&gt;Call me paranoid, but we left and took the escalator to the upper floor and took an elevator from there. Reaching the cineplex, I estimated it wasn;t a full day since only a group of people were wandering around,waiting for the movie of their choice to start. Luck was on our sides, the movie started at 2.15pm! We bought tickets and went in after a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;DE JA VU. It happened again. We were sitting where we were before, exactly the same row but different seats this time. The guy who was doing the credits was probably playing with a vaccuum to entertain us this time. Oh, forget to mention this: He practically meowed to drown our boredom. Laughing was what he does best, I think since he was laughing hard.&lt;br /&gt;Light went off. Right, the movie starting. Credits rolling and showed DEATH NOTE 2:THE LAST NAME. Understand some sentences, didn;t manage to captured what they were talking about in all of the scenes. Light is still crazy, whoopee, and Misa is his girlfriend. It looks good.&lt;br /&gt;Then, came rolling was a guy whose head was a skeleton on fire. Nice. Remind me to put in into my movie list of next year.&lt;br /&gt;ERAGON came next. Oohh...Nice visual effects. I love Sapphira when it's just a tod. But it got a bit of dizzy when it comes to the part eragon was riding on Sapphira. My BACK HURT, so I moved a seat away from my friends and sat a t the empty seats. Movie was great except there was this couple keep on whispering behind us during the movie. Walking was what we did to travel to Sarawak PLaza. Eating sushi was what we did best. I ate 2 plates of California Maki and a plate of crab meat sushi. Siew ai ate all her sushi with wasabi while Nabila have a poke at her fried shrimps.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee bean after a quick look-around at a bookshop. Siew ai has left the building and we were left behind. Oh...I forget to get some stuff from her bag! Hahahaa, give me another day! Tiramisu cake was not worth it, i was quite curious to try it out. Nabila ordered this delicious cheesecake and cuppa latte (was it?). Then, we went back to her house in my dad's car. We had a good day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116684663948664755?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116684663948664755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116684663948664755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116684663948664755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116684663948664755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/12/sushi-and-coffee-beans.html' title='Sushi and coffee beans'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116652167224081456</id><published>2006-12-19T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:47:52.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T'is the season to be jolly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/930659/ya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/621609/ya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night was carolling night. The carollers went from house to house to sing songs. My sister, who have been back from France, has a lot on her sleeves. She prepared the drinks and I made sure everyone went home with those packets of drinks. Caroling isn;t easy. Singing the songs will be hard with a dry throat.&lt;br /&gt;We have a list of the time the carollers will be in our house. Apparently, they came 15 minutes earlier. No big deal. Everything was prepared. It was strange because only the 3 guitarists were there, and i was rained with questions where were the other carollers. Soon, i noticed that candles lighted outside of my house. So, let the songs of praise to welcome the birth of the saviour begin!&lt;br /&gt;"Mary's Little Boy" is my all-time favourite. It has this rythem that makes me want to sing longer. Next was the ever-popular "Deck the halls" and another song that i couldn't remember the title very well. Lastly, "Feliz Navidad" was sung. Giving the final note, everyone rushed outside again, driving to the next house. It was fun! It was great! But most of all, t'is the season to be HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;No way we can be sad when its near Chritmas. It's the time of joy! A time for forgiveness and repent. It's sometimes about the presents. I bought new ornaments while spending the whole day shopping at Midvalley Megamall.&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas tree must have a new look every year. That's what makes it so special. This year, the look is "swirling with colours" meaning I've decorated it with all the ornaments I've bought, regardless of only Golden or silver balls, silver star or golden star, bells of all colours and maybe a moose or two.&lt;br /&gt;However, someone in my house says it's too colourful. But i retorted back that it's better shining with life than being down-right colourless.&lt;br /&gt;No presents yet! Chong;s back1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116652167224081456?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116652167224081456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116652167224081456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116652167224081456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116652167224081456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='T&apos;is the season to be jolly'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116623407573366344</id><published>2006-12-15T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T17:54:35.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Kinokuniya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/733657/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/282966/sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, u just have to hate the holidays.  No seat to where u wanna go can make u pretty irritated and sad. That was 2 years ago. I can't go anywhere so i was stayed put in Kuching. My mom told me to revise for my studies! Is this the meaning of holidays&gt;? Study? Where's the love, people?&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in Kinokuniya giant bookstore on the 2nd day i arrived in KL. They had change it greatly, or maybe i was just 12 years old that made me hard to find my way out from the book-haven maze. Then, i spend my whole time searching for the perfect book, and noticed a big sign saying "Collect all 3 snowflakes and get 20% discount free on the book of ur next purchase."&lt;br /&gt;U must buy Rm50 and above to obtain one snowflake.&lt;br /&gt;I found the Dan BrOWN;S books in one whole big package. Costs about rm136.80, seems hard to resist. On the same rack, I spotted Lemony Snicket;s last book of the Unfortunate Events series, " THE END"! I wonder what;s in the end, will it be the end of the end or the beginning of the end? And should i read the start of the end to finish the end? Would that be the end?&lt;br /&gt;Exploring by myself, i met with an friend in school in the manga section with her cousin. A lot of guys were there too, and i saw a teenage couple dressed like they had been catching the latest Japanese fashion. THey were cuddling, and calling each other nicknames!!!!Sick nicknames!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lost lost......then...i saw the ever blue sky!! Calming, reassuring...calling my name....CALLING MY NAME??! Oh, it's just my sis....heheeh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116623407573366344?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116623407573366344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116623407573366344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116623407573366344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116623407573366344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost-in-kinokuniya.html' title='Lost in Kinokuniya'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116610867885102997</id><published>2006-12-14T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:04:38.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked to Thai food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/369139/thau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/143676/thau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally arrived at Kuching International Airport at 7;35 and reached my house at 8.14pm. From KL TO KUCHING, I have to say, I'm proud that they decided to rebulid the old airport. Some KL citizens were quite stunned at the development of the Kuching and thought they took the wrong flight back to KLIA.&lt;br /&gt;Neverlook down on us Sarawakians and my fellow East Malaysia dwellers! Furthermore, stop the sick "Do you still live in Trees" questions! Of course we do, more modern trees that have concrete and better standard. So funny kah?&lt;br /&gt;I'm really attached to Thai Food! The tasty dish with spices that can make ur eyes water is the ever-popular tomyam, which you have to taste to experience the tonyam we have here aren't the same at all with the local! I went to this Asian foodcourt with my family went we were still in Auckland at night. Interestingly, here at 10 is totally blinded by darkness whereas there is still evening. Lovely! Accompanied by Mr. M, we didn't know that the food court was almost close. The whole place was deserted when we reached the 1st floor where all the European and Pasific food are, and desended to ground floor for a treat of Asian Cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian, Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese, Thai and Singapore were the only stalls still open. At first, i wanted to try Japanese Bento, but mom was drived to the next 3 stalls away from Jap and Mal Stalls. When we about to go to the Singapore's stall, we were greeted in Thai by this "soft" Thai guy. He look so hillarious! I smiled at him a bit before taking  a good look at the stalls. The guy and his Thai assitance was selling drinks.&lt;br /&gt;I shared a Thai exotic cuisine soup mixed with red and green cillies, small ones makes it even tasty, mousels, button mushrooms, a dash of Thai special spice i'm gonna find out later and vegetables. Just with ur sense of sight, u know it was meant to be delicious!!!!!!!! And it was.&lt;br /&gt;So, Bye bye japanese sushi!&lt;br /&gt;Chong has left her poor "boyfriend" at home, covered in dust, waiting for her at the door, wanting some love from her and write him a message on his face.  Siew ai...how could you? (sniff..) Did anyone watch B.P.B.M? Tell me! Please! What happened to Juliana???? Someone have the mercy please tell me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116610867885102997?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116610867885102997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116610867885102997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116610867885102997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116610867885102997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/12/hooked-to-thai-food_14.html' title='Hooked to Thai food'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116511272209867220</id><published>2006-12-02T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:25:22.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casino Royale</title><content type='html'>Upon arriving here after 10 painful hours of siting down and watching "Just my luck" and "The Devil Wears Prada", I thanked the dogs for not sniffing my baggage for any drug activities. Yesterday, I paid a visit...guess where...to a casino!!!!! Yahhoo! A real live casino! The thing is: i was really afraid i will get caught cause i'm underaged..but then i passed! I saw a red Porshe being displayed to show the visitors to gamble till their lAST penny here to win it. The car plate number was "win me":&gt; which was funny. The casino was really busy,People playing black jacks, hitting the jackpots and drinking like mad. Most of them were locals but minority there are Asians. So far, I never got myself caught. Although i didn't dress as skimpy as the young ladies wear, I could get in. Some even got caught.&lt;br /&gt;Acting as an adult, I tried to hit the jackpot but decided against it since i didn;t have any coins. Some of the bouncers looked at me but then i maintained cool, since if you look panic, they know you are underaged and gotcha! Ur dead meat!&lt;br /&gt;I saw lots of single girls with heavy makeup on dressed too revealing entered a club. The man who was showing us around told us to come in and take a look. I didn't go cause i feel tired and half of my face seem to get sucked out of blood and felt line little pines of needles pushing into my skin by the minute.  My left eye was bloodshot.&lt;br /&gt;And, as we got tothe place we are staying, i slept and wondered...what are you all doing back in Malaysia? I have to get back there by 4th but i don't think so...to see the actresses and actors of the sinetron Bawang Putih Bawang Merah! I can actually meet the woman who plays Rika Sumanto! But, boohoo...no flights back i know. It;s all full..,maybe i can try to telelport..hahahahazzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Too, here are lots of teenagers on da streets, partying so hard and smoking, wearing outfits that "telah menjolokkan mata saya." I think most here are Meditarians also, the Maori ( the original NZ inhabitants) seems to be seen less. One bouncer smiled at us when we passed a dark-windowed club. In the car, i saw a group of girls and boys outside a club, probably underaged and can't enter. What is good here is they have a law for racism. You can't be a racist or charged heavily for doing so, unlike some other country i've been to. people don't care about who are we, they are all so busy.&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me here is gay marriage and postitution here has been declared LEGAL. Talk about when your 65 and has been a prostitute, you can get money from the Goverment cause ur too old to do ur job. Hahah! At home, you can get jailed. But here...opposite pulak.&lt;br /&gt;First time i took a trem to a part of KLIA where i can see lots  and lots of people from many counties. Japanese were speaking, Thai speaking thai, aku pun join in speak Bm. There, they are 3 languages to announce the passengers their flights: English, Bahasa Malaysia and Japanese. Hmmm...i bet most of the Japanese do their business here. it was huge! I'm so glad i'm a Malaysian, because some of the passengers can't read a single word in English at all. Mainly, this people can survive without the language cause no one speaks to you unless needed.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a girl struggling with her English when we landed at the airport. Probably she;s Korean, since I regonise her way of speaking it although i don't understand what she's saying. The guy behind the counter was really impatient wiht her, he kept on stressing, "Where are u going?" he was too busy to notice melah, so i watch. She looked frightnened and struggled, "with..family..this family." the guy just let her go. I think she's an exchange student or sth. since she's living under one roof with a family she never met before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116511272209867220?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116511272209867220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116511272209867220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116511272209867220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116511272209867220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/12/casino-royale.html' title='Casino Royale'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116487896400160968</id><published>2006-11-30T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:29:24.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation confirmed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/180753/it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/693172/it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this picture, shows that Homer Simpson;s brain is the size of a pea. Seriously, this man has a crayon sticked in his brain for years and he doesn't knows it! And that crayon is purple, which unables him to think clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Homy here is a genius but he always gets hit in the head, and many major injuries. He always says :D'Oh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jesus! The tickets are confirmed! Yahoo! I'll be back in 11-12 days time, so busy packing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, isn't it almost Christmas when i'm back??! OH nO! That means PMR results are out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nervous.! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch B.PB.M, info says that sinetron is 108 ePISODES! Saw Telenovela and yes! It's catching up! Marcos and Maritza are getting hitched! What will Juliana do??? Too bad I have to miss to many episodes!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116487896400160968?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116487896400160968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116487896400160968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116487896400160968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116487896400160968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/vacation-confirmed.html' title='Vacation confirmed.'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116485176301493791</id><published>2006-11-29T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:56:03.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions my friends ask.....and how i responded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/271432/craz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/850811/craz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/424980/fATAL%20fRAME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/750209/fATAL%20fRAME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/203269/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/250828/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/410439/ar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/440616/ar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, let me introduce you carefully to The Fatal Frame trilogy. Miss Mistleo won't want to play it.  From the pictures, (from bottom to up) shows that a ghost is captured with the Camera Obscura. Looks like a perfect shot to me. The circle is red and its aim to the head, must do lots of damage later. Move on to girl with her hand on her chest, her name is Miku and she is searching for her lost brother in a haunted mansion.( her bro is a journalist and he has to write about the mansion's history) Based on a true story,  she discovers gruesome cult activities about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Himura Mansion. When she enters the mansion, her sixth sense becomes active and she has the camera to capture spirits that can hurt her from her mom that passed away for her children safety. She never did retrieve her brother back, since he Has crossed the other side and in return, to save his sister;s life.&lt;br /&gt;Fatal Frame 2 is the one i love playing.  It starts with twins. Twins were sacrificed in a village, somehow it turn ugly and all this red butterflies sprewed out from the abyss and the village was wiped out from the map of Japan. Mio and Mayu happens to be the unlucky people here. They both has sixth sense, but Mio is stronger in faith compared to her sis. And because of that, the evil spirit that cause choas to the village has possesed her and took over her body but giving Mio flashbacks 0r maybe she could see what's happening to her sis and save her before the sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;The camera is found in one of the houses, and capturing the ghosts here are medium hard.  Mio always tries to save her twin, but there;s no happy ending for them at all. Only one of them is saved and that;s MIO. The picture shows Mio holding the camera while her faithless sis looks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the fun of Fatal Frame 2 has perked me up. My lil brother bought me the Fatal Frame 3: the Tormented. I played it straight away, and it was turning tragic. Rei Kurosawa has lost her fiancee in a car crash on a rainy day and blames herself for it. She works as a photographer and takes pictures of a old manor. She sees a shadow and snapped it to find her fiancee standing there! Then, it happens. She had a strange dream she was in the old manor, but now covered with snow, and been chased by a woman with tattoos over her body. The woman touched her and when she wakes, a blue tatoo is spreading on her back each time. I can play Miku here again! The ghosts here are hard, but with camera Obscura, I can do it! I also can play The twins uncle, Kei. The ending is...she was saved by her dead fiancee, who took away her tattoo and crossed over the other side. She then put the body of the tattoed woman and the man she loves in a boat with holding hands. So sad...and so diffucult to play. I have been beaten here almost 3 times. The picture above shows a ghost behind REI when she is taking the camera from the floor and has a sense its coming from that direction before the spirit could touch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOW, For what Questions my friends asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you were a boy for one day, what'll you do?&lt;br /&gt; My answer: I'll go around and do things guys only can do, such as jumping from branch to branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend X1 says: I'll make all the girls fall in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;F.X2 says: I'll do skateboarding.&lt;br /&gt;F.x3 says: I'll be an underwear model and i want to be paid high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you were lost in a village like in Fatal Frame 2, what will you do? Plus, here you have no sixth sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer: Hmm, tough one. I'll used the camera and have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.X1 says: I'll kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;F.X2 says: I believe we all can sense sth. Just aim the camera.&lt;br /&gt;F.X3 says: Err, I'll call you (me). Since you can......?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i said: sure, but remember its been wiped out from the map!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you want to get married? Who would you want to be your soulmate?&lt;br /&gt;My answer: If that;s what written in my destiny. I just want someone to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.X1 says: Sure, if that is to a rich and handsome man.&lt;br /&gt;F.X2 says: No way, I want to be a spinster.&lt;br /&gt;F.X3 says: If i did, can you all be there&gt;? My man should be loving, caring and can support the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Any weird experience?&lt;br /&gt;My answer: Yup, being here to answer questions like this. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.X1 says: I have this pimple on my nose...and it burst!&lt;br /&gt;F.X2 says: hey, that's not weird.&lt;br /&gt;F,X3 says: I ever met thsi stranger and he was wearing all white. He told me i had to do sth and then when i turned, he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Inner beauty or outer beauty, which will you see first, let's say a guy?&lt;br /&gt;My answer: I had met those who are blessed with outer beauty, but they think higly of themselves. But also, some are nice too. But actually, if that person is nice to you, his inner beauty will captivate you. Inner beauty does outshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.X1: Duh, if he;s hot, he;s hot. No one cares about inner beauty no more, except for you.(me)&lt;br /&gt;F.X2: Inner beauty. What;s a guy for when he has da looks but stinks everytime you meets him?&lt;br /&gt;F.X3: of course it's inner beauty!!!!!!!!!!!!! We get old and our looks will depleted, but what's the inside is what matters1&lt;br /&gt;F.X1: I'll dump him then.&lt;br /&gt;F.X2: The thing is, I think he'll dump her first. (Laughs with me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116485176301493791?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116485176301493791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116485176301493791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116485176301493791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116485176301493791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/questions-my-friends-askand-how-i.html' title='Questions my friends ask.....and how i responded'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116480539300771400</id><published>2006-11-29T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T05:03:13.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Pace</title><content type='html'>Started the day waking up, finding out that the door leading to the verandah was wide open and cold breeze blowing in gave me the urge to go back to sleep. I woke up 1 minute later, to busy to lay down again. Then, I went on the Internet and searched for blogskins and remodify mine.&lt;br /&gt;WaHo! Today is the last episode of the anime "Girl From hell", its not that scary, but quite sad....she was buried alive when the villagers found  out she wasn't sacrificed to the "God Mountain". She then swore REVENGe and has to be the hell girl. And the worst part is..it's for all eternity, since this world could Never end suffering. She only could stop when there's no more tormenting.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, watching Tv isn't my daily routine. I have lots of things to do. Since i'm going on my vacation soon, I have to packed one whole bag with clothes, shoes, spare specs, and maybe my all-time notebook since i have to write thing down. Warming up the curry was a huge surprise, I wanted to thicken the paste, so i found this packet of unused curry paste in the refrigerator. When i wanted to put it in with the curry in the pot, I saw this greyish ugly looking inside the paste and knew it was spoilt!  Quickly closing it, particles of it went into the air and my throat went irritated. EEE....tHANK Jesus I saw, who knows i might have to be in the hospital for days!&lt;br /&gt;B.P.B.M was cool, Andre is wacko. Siska has blinded Alya;s Mom with acid. Next,telenovela.&lt;br /&gt;After watching Tv, went to Greens at MJC and bought blue jeans and went off to Everise, bought shoes. Saw a job application for Form 3, I migth join it....&lt;br /&gt;Yah, Missed some old friends. Sniff...why...why you all have to leave?!&lt;br /&gt;Fast Pace to get ready!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, MAYBE I'M LEAVING THIS FRIDAY, BUT STAY IN TOUCH WITH YOU ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116480539300771400?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116480539300771400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116480539300771400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116480539300771400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116480539300771400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/fast-pace.html' title='Fast Pace'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116477114687591116</id><published>2006-11-28T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:32:26.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>credits to designers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/625677/this.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/359264/this.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/402262/there.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/887237/there.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116477114687591116?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116477114687591116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116477114687591116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116477114687591116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116477114687591116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/credits-to-designers.html' title='credits to designers!'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116469028214856946</id><published>2006-11-27T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T21:04:42.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No need to be Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/fafa.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="30" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/320/fafa.1.jpg" width="70" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caption above says: &lt;em&gt;If my sister had been drinking enough milk, her leg bones could probably have  survived the fall all those years ago and maybe I wouldn't have to kill her. Should have read the adverts, Mayu, that's some real tough luck. Got Milk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person doing this must be a genius! In the End, Mio has to kill her twin in order to survive. That;s the bad ending I think. Or is it  my ending Mio ran away, leaving her sister behind and the ghost chased after me for leaving her (Mio was told NOT to look back, but she did) and haunt me for the rest of my life  or maybe it was the other one, she got blind after looking into the abyss..? (she didn't leave her sister)&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, out of the topic!&lt;br /&gt;Perfect, some people just want to be perfect. Tell me, No one on Earth is perfect!&lt;br /&gt;Try to do ur best but u can't be perfect at it. Sometimes, I say things i don't mean it at all. It's maybe cause i'm, afraid i made a fool of myself and in the end, I did. hah...Be natural. Naturale!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I found it hard when people say mean things about me. And I found my friends backstabbing her, him, them, hahha...it's getting so old, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired...Tired! Blogskin's maybe gonna shed, but maybe making one for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Just when you know when ur about to hurt someone, change the subject and apologize.&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't have the chance to say sorry or maybe ur shy or having problem to confront them, be good towards and maybe someday they are comfortable around you, they'll forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if they didn;t forget it, say u didn;t mean it and if they don't forgive you, try to win their heart. But don't overdo it!@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116469028214856946?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116469028214856946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116469028214856946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116469028214856946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116469028214856946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-need-to-be-perfect.html' title='No need to be Perfect'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116459564593685512</id><published>2006-11-26T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:47:25.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trippin'</title><content type='html'>After N's party, we went back to our my father's village and reached there at 7.30pm. It was dark and my head was spinning becaosue i sat behind alone. I met lots of cousins and my dad told me to speak to them in our dialect but the truth is...i'm very rusty. Hah..Gramps and Grandma. They are the reason i always go back. I love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;Almost 11, we went back. Hug Gramps and Gradma, said goodbye. Very nice, people. Ooops..forget to lock the back there and i was there when we came. The door was making a lot of noise but we can';t stop to lock it since it was almost midnite. Who knows anything jumps out later&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;On this road, there was no light at all, only trees and darkness veiled the sky.Hmmm..when we were all in silence, no need to tell. Anyway, the trip went out fine. I went on Friendster and found out i haven't log out. Luckily, none of my family memebers saw anything.&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee! Has an exciting day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116459564593685512?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116459564593685512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116459564593685512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116459564593685512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116459564593685512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/trippin.html' title='Trippin&apos;'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116459415587741322</id><published>2006-11-26T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:22:36.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trippin' and Partyin' Part 1</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, My schedule was tight. I had to do 3 things in one day. But then, I decided to quit one thing that is Physics tuition Form 5 even when i'm not going to be in Form 5. Got ready and head out for N's party with presents and found out i was really late by 45 minutes after 10. Traffic jam, please don't blame me. Reach her house, went inside after hearing belated birthday girl's calling and saw her friends and Miss Mistleo, holding a plate with one huge chicken that seem to be cooked so fine it can beat Kentucky;s. Meet Tqah and gave N her birthday present, carried 2 plastics and said "This is the Harry Potter that you wanted" and she has this shocked expression on her face. Reassured her that it was the book she wanted to borrow and gave her the real present tied with pink ribbon and one-of-a-kind "Gensomaden Saiyuki" artbook i know she'll like. Ate at living room, met her 4 pound cat meowing next to me, Sassy jumped on table and sniffed at my drink which was full of Zappel. N had to put it down. Fed cat secretly when N was talking, only witnesses: Her little brother and Miss Mistleo.&lt;br /&gt;Watch 2 tournaments with N's uncle with C. which was very tense. Uncle won, kept on helping N's bro to win with C. on 3 round. Since games over, suggested to open presents. Presents opened, everything nice! Gave C. the bottle containing note to throw into the sea. Went to jetty. Very nice scenery. Saw a man try to fish on right side of jetty, nothing he caught.Wanted to fish, no bait, tried to pull this string from the river, stuck cause it was blocked by a large stick, saw ripples on water, susupect Merman or maybe fishes curious of newcomers(us). Very windy but then turned hot, went back into house and went to N's room.&lt;br /&gt;Went to blog, tried to modify no luck. Saw O.C. cd, no cd inside,added Tqah into my Friendster, yea! Talk until one of us goes home....Mistleo, Tqah and me! Only N and A left! Say goodbye! HAd a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That;s all. Sorry for writing like i was takinng down notes..there;s so mush to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116459415587741322?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116459415587741322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116459415587741322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116459415587741322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116459415587741322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/trippin-and-partyin-part-1.html' title='Trippin&apos; and Partyin&apos; Part 1'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116451720500906059</id><published>2006-11-25T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:00:05.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Right!</title><content type='html'>Hmm...I have no mood to write anything until I can find the way to paste the blogskin on my blogger! That's not only it...I have to find one way to post my own created blogskin since i don't really could find a match to the one i wanted to be on My blog.&lt;br /&gt;Ask mastermind Chong again!&lt;br /&gt;But what'll she think off next?&lt;br /&gt;C! If u are reading this, pls. put Fatal Frame 2 or 3 Blogskins again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116451720500906059?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116451720500906059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116451720500906059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116451720500906059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116451720500906059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-right.html' title='Oh Right!'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116436648471059222</id><published>2006-11-24T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T03:08:04.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/164254/mmon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/320/969265/mmon.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116436648471059222?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116436648471059222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116436648471059222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116436648471059222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116436648471059222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/yo.html' title='yo!'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116425073961577455</id><published>2006-11-22T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:58:59.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally 15!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/1600/833855/cke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7704/4023/400/953825/cke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Congratulations for turning 15, Nabila and Christine! Yeah!!! We're one year to go to leapt away from being called "older tween". Have a blast, you both. You only get to be young one in a life's time unless you have any other way to maintain youth? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on, please, you two! (and others around the globe who has spared their time;')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Specially for;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nabila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This girl sweet smile brightens up anyone;s day. Have a strong sense of self- reassurance, brillant in making good desicions, resouceful in getting ideas and the grace of a lady. Owns a 4 pound cat, a symbol of great leadership and laying back. Perfect model to others for inspiration and determines to succeed isn't pretty obvious. Very friendly and sticks with friends even when they are distanced, a good listener and a bundle of joy in anyone;s dreary days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Happy Birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Specially for":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;CHristine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Don't think i put you 2nd here means I favour you less, my friend. If This whole blog has been maximize, I would put both of you in seperated columns above. Girl, you also smile like the sunshine just the same as anyone born on this glorious day. Very diligent and faithful to the Internet, i would check my friendster and see she checks them everyday. Apart from that, she's really fashionable and you'll be never be bored to talk to her. Enjoy your chocolate-cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P;S; Call you this morning and grandpa say you are sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, here;s my blog for the day. Yesterday i watched "The brady Bunch Sequel" and i was pretty shocked by how that movie was made. Are the actors still alive&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want to check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116425073961577455?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116425073961577455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116425073961577455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116425073961577455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116425073961577455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-15.html' title='Finally 15!'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116419490169179342</id><published>2006-11-22T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T03:28:21.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Showing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/yea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/400/yea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/la%20mujer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/320/la%20mujer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the picture. The woman is beautiful on the outside, but in reality she's actually unattractive. Still, I believe that there's this power present in all of the woman in the world have their own way to put out vibes to make others notice them. Aah, this telenovela has been showing quite sometime now. When i'm bored, I'll watch it and waiting for the time Maritza is going to marry Marcos. And the Suspense, that Maritza is actually Barbara Mostensinos.&lt;br /&gt;If i'm not wrong, this telenovela has aged 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above the telenovela is sinetron "Bawang Merah Bawang Putih" that the whole Malaysia is crazy about. Learned a wide range between the Indonesion and Malaysian language. Who knows that Rika Sumanto and her daughter is very evil? I'm going to watch it only when they get their "rewards" cause i had ebough of the close-ups!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116419490169179342?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116419490169179342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116419490169179342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116419490169179342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116419490169179342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/still-showing.html' title='Still Showing!'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116416413109660206</id><published>2006-11-21T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:55:31.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/ANAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/320/ANAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aH, Naive isn't My word. Found In any dictionary no matter what language, You will find Naive with the meaning: Have little wisdom, understanding and knowledge. 2nd Wisdom meaning: believe anything what others say. This is very odd plus immature! I mean, would you believe there;s little saucepans flying above our head right now?&lt;br /&gt;I just like to enjoy the good in life. I'm very aware what war and misunderstanding against leaders can do to the world. But, if you tell me to dress up like you, wearing so revealing, I call that person Naive for telling me. What;s wrong with what I wear? As long as it is comfortable, i'm fine! Sssh..I 've my own style to dress! And one more thing, Mature people don't get angry.&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, when you called me names and say i am not smart, slow, sloppish and whatever crap, I'll remain quiet. O please, only immatures get mad over little things such as clothes.&lt;br /&gt;BLak!!!! You can slander me, but I do know better. Like what I've come across, I always kept this petition in my head, " Only those who are angry will lead themselves into misery."&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, keep your cool. Don';t be so immature. Don't be so cranky, and smile!&lt;br /&gt;I met some people over 30 and they still call me "Naive". Ehemmm, so meaning i know little?  Well, doesn't pratically mean that. I was only talking about some ancient medicine and where to find the herbs, when she started to say i was very young and the info given was probably wrong, i might make the illness worse.&lt;br /&gt;She said not to believe a teenager's word for we only think about what;s hots in our community and giving trouble to our elders. Plus, she added, we see and read Harry Potter and scary movies, so uneducational, and she scolded me for interfering into her family's matters. Telling me she saw teens wasting their lifes and whatsoever. Hey! Not all teens are like that!!!!!!!!!!!!!She told the sick person to see the doctor and the medicine the hospital gave was really making her even sick! Hah! At Last, she followed what herbs i told the sick person's  daughter to get. Then, after 3 weeks, she got better!&lt;br /&gt;So, madam. Can you tell me who's NAIVE now???????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday saw "FLUSHED AWAY", It was ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116416413109660206?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116416413109660206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116416413109660206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116416413109660206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116416413109660206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/naive.html' title='Naive'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116416153602834729</id><published>2006-11-21T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:12:16.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrify me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/piv.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/400/piv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was at a country and i was in the house, looking out from the window for it was a bright sunny day. Little did I expected, I saw a huge blue wall appear..about 15 feet. Startled, I wonder how did it appear and wanted to run out to see, maybe it was a carnival opening or something big going in the town. Then, screams filled up my ears. Saw lots of houses being swept away and people running into my direction. I closed my eyes, still lots of people...The giant wave was coming closer. It was huge!!! I was completely stunned, scared and knew my life was going to end. It smashed up 5 blocks of buildings before it smashed me and the house i was in. Before it could, the wave became slow and I realized it was alright again. Why? Why did i have all this tsunami dreams? This isn't the first. Never the first. It was taking place at other places too.&lt;br /&gt;It's dark in the previous dream..I don't want this to be true!&lt;br /&gt;Destruction...was undeniable. Sometimes, I think...it has been bothering me, but somehow i think there;s always a reason why tsunami happens. If you see a giant wave coming closer, do not be afraid! Be haopeful and believe in Jesus, for he is the son Of GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116416153602834729?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116416153602834729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116416153602834729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116416153602834729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116416153602834729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/terrify-me.html' title='Terrify me'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116400427990371534</id><published>2006-11-19T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T04:11:00.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/homer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/320/homer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/fruts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/200/fruts.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, so don;t mind the date. I was sleeping, well-not really-I was planning to get up when I hear the birds chipping their morning tune, when I heard the phone call rang. My mom answered it and told me it was M.L.on the phone! I got up quickly, since I have to bath anyway, and talk to her. And what did she say? That the free tuition at Sri Sarjana was starting at 9am! I ask her to repeat that and she was stressing that it was today. I was so freaked out since I thought it was on the 21st and angry that she just told me that the tuition was gonna start soon..About 5 minutes! And I just awake from my slumber! Plus, the tuition was quite a distance from my house!&lt;br /&gt;After finished talking, I got ready. Darn! It was only 3minutes to go...!! Aaah!! I brushing my teeth while I had this irritated look on my face, probably people should tell others what program's was going on the next before that day dawnes!!! My breakfast was a cup of Nestum and on the way there, I was biting into a red apple. When I passed Sunny Hill, I received a phone call from ML. And to add fire to my oil, she said I was already late and go TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you people were there, you should see my eyes!!!!!! It was filled with fire!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told her I was almost there and she just hang up saying that she'll go up?&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, I was greeted by 25 students staring at my direction. I was so flushed, it was written on my face I know, that I basically just arrived in a rush! And I looked for ML and guessed what? She arrived LATER than me!!!!! Haya!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Much to my dismay, the class isn;t for us at all! We were studying Form 5 topics!!! FORM 5? The teacher taught and he saw what I've done, Duh! It was an alien subject! He said I was rusty while ML got a compliment. To make matters worse, ML told the teacher she was Form 3. The teacher complimented her again that even she's not In upper form yet, she got the hand to it. Me? ahahahahahah!!!!!! He exclaimed I should study more or I';ll go babadoss!!!&lt;br /&gt;ML and the others went home at 11am. I was waiting there for so long! And the car finally came when I called up at 1.45pm!!! Here how the story went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for the car and after that, only 3 of us left. Two Guys and a girl (me). I was wondering why I was the last one to leave because there was only one guy left waiting too. I was really hungry then, I only ate a fast breakfast..But I was afraid to leave since the car might be coming any minute. Not to mention i was standing so long about more than 78 minutes since the sun was high up in the sky. Since there wasn't any clock and no watch tied to my wrist, i headed up to MacD'S! Enough is enough. After I ate at Macs, I'm planning to walk home. When I brought the food back to the place i was waiting for the car, (I didn';t eat there cause my car might be waiting) and to my dismay,no car was waiting for me. I ate French fries while drinking cola. The guy who waited has found his ride home while I was standing here, munching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was busy racking my brains why the car assn;t come, kids started to pour out form the tuition. So, I asked this kids with specs on what was the time. He replied it was 12.4opm. I repeated what he said and he looked so puzzled at my reaction. I thanked him and he went home, but then I saw the kid eating with his dad +sister at a nearby cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Huh...The sun rays seem to gave me a warning. I went into the bookshop near this handphone stall and bought Mentos. While I was paying, I asked the shopkeeper whether there was public phone anywhere at that area. She said it was at the farther end.&lt;br /&gt;So, The search for the public phone begins! On the way there, I went around The MacD slot. Met two well-fed cat on the way, one grey with black stripes and the other caramel in colour. No luck. I passed the Seven 11 shop by crossing the food court and search everywhere. Not even one stinking luck!!!Went back to tuition centre with hopes car has come to carry me home for my feet are getting weaker for standing too long, and still no luck! One more try, I urged myself. On the way to the Adidas merchandise shop, met the kid who told me the time. He waved at me and I just smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Seven 11 and this time almost wanted to run home..But then...&lt;br /&gt;THERE IT WAS!!! THE PUBLIC TELEPHONE!!! THE SWEET CALL!!!!!!!!!!!WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I could have hug the public phone if there wasn't anyone using it. Two girls were using it. When it came to my turn, Another BAD LUCK!!!!!!! I put in RM0.40 send but I CAN'T DIAL!!! I pressed and pressed until my finger was bleeding (well, in the sense of metaphor) and then the public phone ate my money! I pressed all of the buttons and finally it can DIAL!!! yIPPEEE! Luckily, I had enough money!! Thank GOD! I called home and then, my sis said my mom told her I'll call her when I finished! When did I say THAT?&lt;br /&gt;anyways....With aching feet....I finally found a place to sit down near the tuition centre. The cats earlier were making noises, probably preparing themselves for a fight. I won't come back for the classes, I tell you that. 5 minutes later, My sis picked me up. I didn't bother to tell her cause I know...It's already too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you people are wondering why I didn't bring a handphone, I don't have one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116400427990371534?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116400427990371534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116400427990371534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116400427990371534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116400427990371534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/miserable.html' title='Miserable!'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116391409040701891</id><published>2006-11-18T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:46:20.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/present.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/320/present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday, every SuNday i'll relax and do some hard thinking. Maybe I should rejoin shooting class? Nah.. Maybe I should continue playing piano? Nah... Maybe i should skip until my legs hurt? Eeepp..I ALMOST FORGOT! Next week will be the birthdays of both of my closest friends, Nabila and Christine! They are born on the same day, but..which is older i never can find out.  Hmmm, maybe afterwards i'll do some hunting, hunting for their presents, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what i do oN Sundays&gt;? Well, I read! I've reread Harry Potter 5 for the 2nd time and I've stopped at the 2nd page of the thick book. It's a miracle youngsters this days love to read this Potter book, contrary to what the world have computers and video games. Hah...thsi reminds me of a friend who is currently studying in Greenroad. She loves Mr.Potter and i saw she has read the Harry Potter 5 with speed because there were lines in the middle of the book if you opened it too much when you are reading.&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me too. When i go to her house this Thursday, I must bring my Harry Potter 6. Maybe i'll leave with Chong and go straight to her house? Or maybe i'll come by my own ride?  But one thing for sure, I might see her diva-licious miaw rolling at the porch. Her cat is absolutely well-cared! What a lucky cat! Hehehehe, I know a few things about our feline friends. I know how is their body language, once mistleo patted the cata and i saw the cats glaring at her. Oh man, about a minute or so, that cat was moving her tail wildly and thank goodness we went away. I turned back just in time to see the cat lying down, staring at us..(ehemm...mainly at mistleo!)&lt;br /&gt;Presents&gt;&gt;&gt;well, there;s only 4 days to go! I can do it, just a bit of looking and stopping then buying. Maybe i'll buy them both Makeup...hey, aren't we gonna be ladies anyway? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116391409040701891?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116391409040701891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116391409040701891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116391409040701891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116391409040701891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/presents.html' title='Presents!'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116386035318831442</id><published>2006-11-18T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T06:32:33.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The friend</title><content type='html'>Today my older sister came back from KL. She brought me back that Vol.7 Ouran High School Host club and earlier she have me an earful that I pronounced the name "horse" instead of "HOST" that she has to spend time to find the manga. She also bought me 3 other book that I considered to be useful, and maybe I'm gonna do flower arrangement afterwards. She also brought this skipping rope back. As I saw it, my mind whirled back into the past. Oh! Who says you have to run when you can skip! I love to skip, I used to skip for hours when I was in my primary school days. Still got the touch, I just know it!&lt;br /&gt;Hmph...went to Mistleo;s blog. No surprise she talked about me there. Hahahaas! Well, I have a message specially for you too, C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chong is tall, I always try to beat her royal highness, by measuring the difference of height between us. Currently this year, she has been a pondan star in our class, using high-pitch voices with our class Monitor. She was seen clearly bullying up poor LSH, or maybe the opposite&gt;? She's crazy in love with her computer, she even made it a Pondan too. Often, I see a girl annoying her, which we all know who. She been my friend for almost 5 years now, talk to me when I was one class below her. She;s great! She;s tall! She;s Siew ai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are reading thislah....Leave comment, boleh sik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went hunting for a vase today. Spotted a nice one but have redecorate it for the design is simply revolting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116386035318831442?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116386035318831442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116386035318831442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116386035318831442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116386035318831442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/friend.html' title='The friend'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116381967846458745</id><published>2006-11-17T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:14:38.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's calling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/Jigokushojo_futakomori.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/320/Jigokushojo_futakomori.0.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is the anime "Girl from hell" 2nd season. Nice?&lt;br /&gt;This morning when i was busy brushing my teeth, i heard the telephone ringing. My mom answered it and she spoke to that person about 2 minutes before hanging up. When i finished doing my daily routine, she told me that certain person will call back in 5 minutes. She added, "I thought it was ur friend, Chong, but the person said no." So, I asked, "who;s calling me?" She shrugged and went off to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for 5 minutes and still no call. This person, must be someone i know. Then, i remembered that my older sister that came back 3 months ago scolded me for having people calling the house without giving in their names. Wasn't my fault, though...&lt;br /&gt;Ahahha! I know who it was! That person called 19+13 MINUTES later, and my guess was right! It was Dalilah on the other line, she wanted to tell me her family disagree to let her work. Ok, my reason of not getting any job done this holiday is because her relative's coffeshop was very far from my house. I am not mad or anything, but can next time, tell your name? Even if you do call back, just tell me your name!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my house phone can track your phone numbers down. Doesn;t mean you prank call my house, and i didn;t know who it was plus i don't call back...doesn';t mean you can get away with it? Please expect a call from me saying, "Apahal? Kacau orang aja kau tahu?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116381967846458745?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116381967846458745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116381967846458745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116381967846458745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116381967846458745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/whos-calling.html' title='Who&apos;s calling?'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116374699036062148</id><published>2006-11-16T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:11:35.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone calls and kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/death%20note%205.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/200/death%20note%205.1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a friend of mine birthday, so I called her up to wish her the happiness of the day she was born. Little did I expected, this phone call made me annoyed and thought about what had happened in the world today for the tweens who are below 12 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I was in a good mood when I heard the telephone line can go through. Then, this girl answered the phone and muttered roughly,"HELLO?!!!" in an undertone that reminds me she hasn't seen daylight and grumpy about it. "Is Reina there?" I asked, dismissing her rudeness. "WHO IS THIS&gt;?" she snapped, I could sense she was angry. I told her my name, ever so nicely, and she slammed the receiver down, well, not upside-down until you don;t hear the background;s noise, and I heard her muttered the most annoying word only underage girls used to mimic their seniors (16 and above), "WHATEVER!" Then, she forgot my name and called me, "PIng Ping" (well, if that supposed to be an insult, you are doing a Bad job of bringing me down, tweenie.) My friend pick out the receiver and I heard her fustrating voice that her own sibling has taken a long time to tell her that the phonecall was for her. I told her, "Your sibling should appreciate what you are doing for them now...You know? Happy Birthday."&lt;br /&gt;Another incident was when I met a friend who take up tennis. She was angry that she was called "spare parts" by a tweenie of 11 years old. The kid has scolded their coach for bringing her and a few friends over to play in a friendly match (which they lost) and the arrogant kid was scolding them so loud. She even told me she wanted to punch that kid. Hey, Me too! (kidding)&lt;br /&gt;One more incident, I went to a huge house for an occasion. I was sitting there with my lilltle brother and this kid poked his stinking head in and looked at us with his nose high up in the air. "THIS IS my house, so you have to listen to whatever I say." My, my, my, how aroggant. He was so mean! He even got this bottle of water from his so called swimming pool (hey, it was just a mere pond, with water and fishes in it.) and tied a string at it, swinging at me and my brother. Since he saw I was able to dodge his splashing, He swung the bottle high up into the air and as the bottle hit hard on the ground, the water went into our direction (me and my little brother). But luckily, I escaped from the little devil's water attack. My lil brother was angry enough to clobber him up because he was soaked.&lt;br /&gt;That kid, I don't know where is he now...But I would hate to see him again. I like kids, but the thing about some of them are so hard-headed...I dislike very much. Oh, like the Death Note 5 picture&gt;? Nice, right? I found out they had released the 2nd part and maybe I'll watch it, ONE day? Maybe I stick to the manga;S....lalalalalalalalalalalala?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116374699036062148?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116374699036062148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116374699036062148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116374699036062148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116374699036062148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/phone-calls-and-kids.html' title='Phone calls and kids'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116372655746780186</id><published>2006-11-16T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:22:37.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>0-0-7-J-AM-E-S-B-O-N-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/james%20bond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/200/james%20bond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was the release of James Bond Casino Royale, the 2006 version. My lilttle bro wanted to watch it no one could send him over to the Cinemas. Hmm, Is it good? My favorite 007 was "Dr.no," and maybe "On her Majesty's Secret Service." James Bond has been married once, you know? But shortly after his wedding, his wife was shot dead. That;s the life of a spy, very tragic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, i have the strangest dream. I was at a friend;s house and golly, her house was nice. Really nice, it's similar to a summer home but this one in a tropical country...I was dragged in and found out I had run away according to her Family member. No idea why i was held captive, my friend came in and asked me why i ran away. Of course, i don;t know and suddenly, I found myself running out of the house. Running...n...runnin;....till I awake!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And after i showered, she calls. Scary. But she didn't ask me why i ran away. Odd dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116372655746780186?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116372655746780186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116372655746780186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116372655746780186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116372655746780186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/0-0-7-j-am-e-s-b-o-n-d.html' title='0-0-7-J-AM-E-S-B-O-N-D'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116359342570419151</id><published>2006-11-15T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:45.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Raiders- Asia's version</title><content type='html'>Hmm...I have been thinking, if we had an Amazing Race season For Asians...why not have Room Raiders-Asia' version too? For those of u who hasb;t got a clue of what is "Room Raiders", it's about three person getting picked for a date by a person those 3 desire..not by meeting them in person...yet...but first of all, by checking out their bedroom. They say we know someone by their bedroom, that is where we eat, sleep and maybe spent most of our time. We also keep things in secret in our bedroom which makes it just perfect to know someone from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;If they did have a version like that, I would put Chong on the list. I want them to check out her room, since she won't let me check hers out last time i visited her home. She would oppose me, since i never let her into my room before, well can't blame me! You were the very first to go home that day, c! I wanted to show you after we opened the presents!&lt;br /&gt;Heh,heh.....if my room was picked..I don't think they can find anything interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT I WATCH TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30- Ranma 1/2&lt;br /&gt;11.30- girl from hell&lt;br /&gt;2.30- B.m.b.p&lt;br /&gt;3.45-la mujer en el espejo (boring...I'll watch it when they almost get married)&lt;br /&gt;6.00-Dude, where;s my car?!&lt;br /&gt;7.00-detective conan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116359342570419151?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116359342570419151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116359342570419151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116359342570419151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116359342570419151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/room-raiders-asias-version.html' title='Room Raiders- Asia&apos;s version'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116356013775700730</id><published>2006-11-14T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T19:08:57.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl from hell</title><content type='html'>The title above is about an anime I recently watch loyally everyday of the first five days. It is about a hell girl, named Emma ai and she can deliver your vengeance by contacting her via her website that only appears at the tick of 12pm. There, put the name of the person you wanted to be send to hell. She will appear behind you and give you a straw doll with a red string tied up at it's neck. This doll is actually her accomplice, an old man, and before you wanted to pull it, she'll say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;However, if I carry out your vengeance, you have officially made a contract with me. When your body dies, your soul will be taken directly to hell. You'll never have the chance to see or experience paradise." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, some of them think about it over and over again.But in the end, they are driven to pull the red string. But in the second season, those contacted her can return the straw doll. So, don't try to make someone;s life miserable. Also, don;t take revenge if they harm you too.&lt;br /&gt; Like that guy in the cellar with Harold, (In the movie, "Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle.") he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The universe tends to unfold the destruction that each of us did."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116356013775700730?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116356013775700730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116356013775700730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116356013775700730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116356013775700730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/girl-from-hell.html' title='Girl from hell'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116350314096951020</id><published>2006-11-14T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:35:05.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShiGami and his notes of death</title><content type='html'>Another perfect day for an outing with two of my friends, Chong and Nabila, to see a movie. We reached there at 1.34pm after I picked Chong at her house and ride in Nabila's car to Parkson. We bought tickets to watch "dEATH nOte" which mostcountries in the Asian region had aclaimed it to be the HOTTEST right now. We talked about stuff and I found myself sitting in the teatre, hearing cat calls from the guy who was in charge of the projector above us. He sang and played the guitar to entertain us, and kept on saying, "putih, putih." Is he a fan of Bawang Putih Bawang Merah too? Hey, isn't there supposed to SONG OR anything??? Plus, we booked sits and found out there's a sit without a handle. Then, C said it was mainly for couples. Hey, my seat was there! It supposed to be N;s seat but she took my place which made me seat alone. I asked C to sit with me since no one was beside us anyway.&lt;br /&gt;There was only...lets say about 8 people. We don't include the disturbing guy who still cat calls. The movie is nice, too bad it has a sequel. In Japan now, there are showing it now. But I prefer the manga, the plot seems to be much more interesting. At least they put Ryuk in it now, I thought they were gonna put a human, but the opposite! Since we are ladies and it's a Tuesday, we had a discount of Rm6 from RM9. Less people is more fun. Last time, I watched "dA VINCI code" and there's this man who was so bored he slept and snored loudly!&lt;br /&gt;The movie is beautifully placed. They didn't insert this in Death note, but the person who has this book can;t go to hell nor heaven. This is very important, that;s why the Shigami didn't want to tell Light about it. "L" is the crazy genius that feeds on sugary food and he is by most interesting in the movie. I think Light was the most interesting in the manga.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went shopping or accurately, went looking at objects. Went to the Times bookstore and it was very expensive. As far as i know, a "CHARMED" novel last time was only RM15 and there, it was sold for RM17.89! Of course, I didn't buy. I wanted to buy this genuine Billabong pencil case, but found out it wasn't according to my liking. Plus, learned the way to regonise a genuine from a fake.&lt;br /&gt;C supposed to go back at 5.30pm for her lil cousin's birthday party but she said she has to go home earlier. I was mad, plus N also went back after 3 minutes she went off. Although my watch stopped and work again, i counted it was only 3 muntes, Chong! But i forgiven her since it was no biggie, and looked out for my pap's. He arrived 23 minutes later. Went home and gave my brother the cake I bought for him at Giants. He didn';t even thank me but his still my only lil bro, and i know one day he will, I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SUbtitles in the Japanese version and American sub are almost accurate in the movie.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116350314096951020?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116350314096951020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116350314096951020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116350314096951020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116350314096951020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/shigami-and-his-notes-of-death.html' title='ShiGami and his notes of death'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116347222618638320</id><published>2006-11-13T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T18:46:13.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on the rain</title><content type='html'>Another trip to the DBKU library yesterday, with a friend of mine, Michelle L. who called up earlier to ask me to participate in a chess competition on the 8th of December. I went because I haven't talk to her for ages and the fact we rarely talk to each other on the phone, I got ready and head there. At first glance, I reached there 20 minutes late because there was a heavy downpour at Third mile, and ironically, she didn';t believe me, for there was no longer raining at Jalan Keretapi. Anyway, she was fuming mad, I can't blame her, and we went up to play chess. The library was completely full with SPM students, all silent to study for the most important exam in their lives that was only 2 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;We chose a spot that wasn't taken yet and started to play chess. I didn't have the mood so i just let my king get "eaten" and told M that we better quit. I asked her what she did during holidays, she told me she joined this running competition and won first place of RM70. Woohoo! Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;I told her I wanted to join tennis and dancing, she saidplaces which i will take up later. She also told me that Dalilah was in the library, but i didn't spotted her.&lt;br /&gt;On the way down to pay a trip to Hopoh, I met Dalilah. She was so ladylike! She was wearing this cream shirt with boxes and slacks, there was this girl with spectacles that i suspected to be her cousin. Saying her name out, she turned around and we exchanged greetings. Boohoo, I wasted a total of 80 sens when I put my bag inside the locker. I thought i can use it 2 times, and as i thought i don't have to pay, I took out my bag and found out the key won't turn. So, putting another 40 sens, it closed by itself and me, trying to pull the key out has accidentally turn the key which was now unstuck, which made my possesions in my hands and the locker containing nothing. And M was like in the bathroom when i waited for her. While waiting, I saw a figure of a friend of mine openly said she likes, he was so tall and looked down at me. Duh, as if I have time to look back. But i was sure it's him.&lt;br /&gt;M.L was a loud speaker, she speaks and shouted as i told her to be fast. The tall dude was partically running while strutting towards Hopoh, as if someone was chasing him and to my point, Spm must have it hard on him. Again, we saw him at Hopoh In Kfc. M was talking so loud again but hey, she's my friend. We ate Popsorn chicken each, she bought a set of some course with a Zinger burger, that appears to have beeen shrink from a "X" size to "xs" size. She ordered bubble tea, and we again head off to My bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;There, I spotted new cookbooks so went in n bought one. I'm trying how to make vanilla ice-cream and decorate it elegantly, so me and my pals have a time of our lifes to eat it. On the way back to the library, we sat down there, and The dude was walking in opposite direction as me. I didn';t say nothing. What can you say? He isn't a friend of mine by the way, and i have come here to read "sam harris" and what he says about terrorism. M picked out books that has pictures in it. Hahahah, she's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;We went back up. We talked and read R.L. Stine books, and seems like she has a lot to do during her holidays. I wanted to go to the International CaT show on the 2-3rd December, but sadly i'll leave for Auckland. On the way down, i have no aware i brought the key for the locker out and the sensors or whatever thing came off. Seems like i quite used to the sensors hating me, I told them to take my bag up now and left my "sam harris" book with the guard. He read the sypnosis and i could see from his face he knows i am very different from the people there. Waha!&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for our parents to pick us up, M.L. gave me an earful of how late was I again, which is louder this time since everyone in the library's park looked at us. I didn't feel shame, 'cause i wasgetting use to it. Huh, after she went back, I was at peace. Now, Sam Harris has made a point that we are destined to be oppose to each other in his book and that makes me think, i spent one whole day for doing something. Met Dalilah before going out of the library and she told me she sent me an email. Got this dude who was staring at me and I smiled at him, since i looked like crazy, and he kept looking at me cause he thinks I WAS the one looking at him, physco, and he left the libarary. Hey, isn't smiling a sign to show that you are being friendly? Mainly, this guy didn';t have a dift about it and thought i was parctically stalking him. Not in a million years, My friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116347222618638320?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116347222618638320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116347222618638320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116347222618638320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116347222618638320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/blame-it-on-rain.html' title='Blame it on the rain'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116333865588826165</id><published>2006-11-12T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T06:22:54.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/moon2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/320/moon2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/moon.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/320/moon.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I don't know why the image won't appear! Dancing under the moonlight...ever done it before? Don't ask me, I don't even want to. Maybe C a.k.a mistleo will do it, for a price. Only twice i saw the full moon, and I always look so carefully at it. It does has a bunny shape on it, true, just like what i'd read, but it really are large spots. Moon always seem to be the symbol of romance for some but to me, it's when you hear werewolves howling loudly!&lt;br /&gt;Once, I looked up at the sky and saw a red moon. Nothing unusual. The thick haze has somehow distorted its original colour. In middle ages, ReD moon is considered to be the end of the world. In other words, it is the sign of an upcoming disaster that only ends after mayhem is done and everything becomes normal again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to see couples gazing up at the moon, thinking about their lifes with each other. Hey, when you are sad, look at the moon. Might cheer yourself up. Express what you feel at it, but not too loud 'cause others will think you are crazy plus do this when you are alone since you needed sometime for yourself, will do the trick if you wonder about it's beauty.&lt;br /&gt;If not, dance under the moonlight~! Just sway yourself around, spin gracefully and washed all your troubles away. You only dance when you are happy, you know? Imagine the world without Mr MOON tHAT never comes by to say good nite...very dark. Eventhough we had the technology, it won't be any help cause we caN't ever explore what;s above our heads.&lt;br /&gt;Why don';t you all listen to the song "Dancing in the moonlight" and "Sleeping Child"?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gotta throw all that worries away with good oldies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116333865588826165?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116333865588826165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116333865588826165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116333865588826165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116333865588826165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/dancing-in-moonlight.html' title='Dancing in the moonlight'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116333731209538196</id><published>2006-11-12T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T05:15:12.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>As stated above, Success! I've finally found the fish to make keropok lekor, which is similar to ikan jama. I had a hard time taking out the bones and making sure I didn't puncture the fish's lower part where there were eggs. (if you puncture the part where the bile bladder(not sure the spelling), the whole fish would instantly become bitter or to say that) My mom was watching and she said where did i learn how to cut fish like that and I just replied that I'm used doing it when my dad brought home fresh fish that wasn;t sliced to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;You might think it's a man's job, but i had encounters with teenage boys who wouldn't dare to touch fish. And i mean, fish that doesn't move,anymore. They say, "What for?! Got Fishmonger doing the job, what for susah-susah?" Hmmm, what if you get lost in a jungle one day? And by cahnce, there is a stream with live fishes, and in order to survive, you have to catch them with your bare hands and eat it uncooked? Because they are so used living in the suburbs, they know they won';t get their foot in a jungle. Hahaha, one day?&lt;br /&gt;Back to subject. It's one tough job but it paid back what it's worth. I'll try to do again. But maybe i'll try a new hobby soon, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUNGLE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in the jungle, always bring something sharp to cut any annoying branches.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for mushrooms, some will make you laugh, weep and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;When lost at night, look at the stars. If you lost your friends in the same jungle, never call out their names. The "penunggu" will imitate the person's voice and lure you deep within the forest.&lt;br /&gt;Always bring torchlight and batteries.&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared at all times. Must have skill of running, hearing sharply and finding own food.&lt;br /&gt;To get easier route back, mark the trail with anything.&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to eat raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pal gave me this list to amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116333731209538196?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116333731209538196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116333731209538196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116333731209538196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116333731209538196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/success_12.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116324752823091473</id><published>2006-11-11T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T04:18:48.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have no doubts</title><content type='html'>You don't need a high IQ&lt;br /&gt;to succeed in what you do,&lt;br /&gt;You just don't have no doubts&lt;br /&gt;and believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passage above means we should believe in ourselves and don't be someone else.&lt;br /&gt;My friend that loves to grumble about others has a new subject for me, " I want to be just like her!" Patience. It isn;t easy to have someone breathing out "wanna be like..." all the time you know. I had the 40 minutes telephone call with C and she was occupied with wrapping up her lil cou's present. That was when i was deadly bored.&lt;br /&gt;i experienced that it isn't easy to be with others who seem tons better than yourself. A friend of mine has completed all the grades in her music, excel in school and sports and people adore her. Of course, my friend, unable to have what she has, grumbled about it to me. Fine, so she has it, you have something too. Why, my other friend is the direct opposite of my IT friend except for the part about the people (she has friends) she can make me laugh, can draw aND has the talent in drawing (she doesn't even go for art class).&lt;br /&gt;So, what if she can do this and that? She can't do more than she can. After all, she might go loco trying to be in da line. Actually, this is so perfectionist for me. How lame, childish and absurd. Try to be someone else isn't good for health. Just don't do anthing that is wrong and be yourself, my friend. That;s why we get along well together! (GRINS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116324752823091473?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116324752823091473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116324752823091473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116324752823091473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116324752823091473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-no-doubts.html' title='have no doubts'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116322077811671144</id><published>2006-11-10T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:52:58.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that seem to lasts forever.</title><content type='html'>What's with the "like" word? "You know,.....like....", "I was....like....", "she was like....." Hahahaha, It's no slang. I tell you, it's contagious! Contagious until I caught myself saying it! But the thing here is that this word are use unneccessarily. I went to school after the holidays for Form 3 started to get my booklist and report card and there was this group of girls doing last minute revisions. They used the word, "like" a lot and they act so 15. Maybe they watch so many episodes and reruns of "O.C" and "One tree Hill."&lt;br /&gt;Hahham, the sky is very full of puffy clouds that i want to grab a pair of scissors and cut one of them off. Ridiculous. Currently reading a book given to me from a friend for my birthday, and found out it was so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;So bored to write. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116322077811671144?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116322077811671144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116322077811671144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116322077811671144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116322077811671144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/words-that-seem-to-lasts-forever.html' title='Words that seem to lasts forever.'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116315902272579940</id><published>2006-11-10T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T03:43:43.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keropok</title><content type='html'>When my friends ask me what am i going to do when PMR was officially over, I had one thing on my mind: To make my very own keropok lekor. Really, I always wanted to know how to make it. Everytime school was over, not once i rarely see Form 1 and Form 2's in my school buying keropok lekor under the bridge. I myself ever bought ten pieces for a ringgit and it wasn't worth it like the Longan drink in my previous statements.&lt;br /&gt;They had cut the keropok lekor too thin and for one the lekor  (before being cut into pieces)was estimated to be only Rm1.00!!! Imagine that! They had made a profit of Rm5 at least. The place under the bridge where they sell was completely dirty plus the van that sells drinks and snacks really ought to have a cleanliness policy. I heard rumors the drinks they sold under the bridge was plain paip water! I believe that 'cause my friend had a stomachache after drinking and I saw them putting water from a hose into the drinks! (This happens after school was over for the morning and when the afternon session was in school).&lt;br /&gt;Keropok Lekor is hard to make. But the ones who sold it under the bridge was bought from The Sunday Market which is definitely cheaper. I never want to buy anything under the bridge again. Think about it. What if after the rain, the dirty droplets that seeped through the drinks and food? You wouldn't know. Plus, only some the responsible sellers picked up the rubbish after all the students left at 6.30 while some just drive off, leaving the prefects to clean up their mess. &lt;br /&gt;How irresponsible!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116315902272579940?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116315902272579940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116315902272579940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116315902272579940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116315902272579940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/keropok.html' title='Keropok'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116313632701699555</id><published>2006-11-09T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:25:27.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeple are like you and me</title><content type='html'>Alright, I kept on thinking about what a friend of mine said and here is what she points up to me, " Why is she so perfect? How come she has everything? Why am I stuck in this country now while she has to visit all the interesting places around the globe and has a intimitate friend (which she stated out to be very handsome and whispered to be as perfect as her) when she's only younger than us by one year? Come on, Talk with me, she has looks, cash and brains! What else? Oh, the outstanding achievements in co-curicular activities, crowds of friends and almost...everything?"&lt;br /&gt;I take time to respond, since she kept on grumbling her life wasn't like that. " Hey, don't you think she can't have...everything?" That made her stop. "Explain."she told me and so I did. People are like you and me, sometimes others seem to have everything in their hands but the fact is, they have the same as us too. No one is good at anything but someone is at least good at something. For example, the girl my friend was talking about sure sounds interesting  to her. In my point of view, she seems like some primadona.&lt;br /&gt;My friend also doesn't appreciate what she has now instead she wanted more. Humans are like that, we always want soemthing that is forbidden. "be happy in life for you never know what shall descend tomorrow." I told my friend, who seems to block my words out of her ears. Leaving her alone, I hope she get my meaning one day that GOD has plans for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116313632701699555?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116313632701699555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116313632701699555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116313632701699555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116313632701699555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/poeple-are-like-you-and-me.html' title='Poeple are like you and me'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116308249506022709</id><published>2006-11-09T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T06:28:15.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About books</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've written 3 blogs today. For one reason, I have nothing to do. Anyhow, my sis called me all the way from KL just to ask me about what book I wanted her to buy. For one, Ouran High School Host Club volume 7, since i estimated that the anime will be shown next year or so on AniMax. I would want that "Nana" manga too plus the "Death Note" Volume 7 because the sypnosis was very intersting. In this manga, another person also possessed the 2nd Death Note. But hey, sis said "One only" so that was my choice.&lt;br /&gt;Running back into the past, I remembered going to Kinokuniya KL and saw displays of Malaysian-made comic strips in front of the bookshop. It was highly same as the mangaka;s in Japan, I can see the quality in that. Hey, drawing comics isn';t just for fun, u know? You get money yet it gives more attractive prizes as in brand new mobile (cost more than Rm1000), if you are lucky, you get to-fight-for returns like the new game console (ex: XBOx360. )   Most of all, your artwork will be displayed in various comics. And that isn't limited in the magazines in Malaysia only.&lt;br /&gt;Some times it's hard to admit I read comics to other people, but hey, I guess i have my own bunch to be into. Let's see, comics I read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Budak Getah&lt;br /&gt;2) Helios Eclips&lt;br /&gt;3) Lawak Kampus&lt;br /&gt;4) Ouran High School Host Club            (I read a lot, CANNOT MENTION ALL)&lt;br /&gt;5) Shin Chan&lt;br /&gt;6) Demon Diary&lt;br /&gt;7) Penjelajah Jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHAT'S ABOUT 1\25 of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116308249506022709?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116308249506022709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116308249506022709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116308249506022709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116308249506022709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/about-books.html' title='About books'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116308082769849196</id><published>2006-11-09T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T06:00:27.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More about me</title><content type='html'>So, I am a girl who most forward of all.&lt;br /&gt;My life being in the best class when in FOrm 1 was very unbelievable until I didn't have the right bite to compete with the other clever dudes in the class, which made me one of those "lazy" people (I heard some heart-piercing news some people in A1 said about me when I dropped.) Hearing the backstabbing and not getting quite-along releationships in 1A1 (2004), i forecasted that my studies in 2a2 (2005) will eventually turn up the same.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise! Surprise! Those cool dudes in this class of 2005 wasn't like the life i had in 1a1 which was full of drama all the time. They treat me like family and always had a jolly time in there, making new friends, enable me to express myself a bit more, becoming bolder and learn the art of changing and adjusting to any situation. At least, here, I will be able to to hear the teachers complained that the classes next to us was more noisy than ours. For the first time , I feel I don;t need to hear the teacher screaming in our ears! (Tee hee_!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, I was elected to become a librarian. I wanted to join choir but decided against it since I have to give up on my other clubs. Anyways, being one is definitely cool. You get to have access to read the latest books which were still hot in the world's bestseller. Competed in exams and found out I had to return to 3a1 in 2006, happy of course, but what about my newly-made friendships? I had a family In Form 2 In school!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3a1, 2006, not a blissful year at all. Have Pmr and was mocked silently by some people who "rasa diri pandai"and thoughts about i couldn;t beat them because i had fallen once and i am going to do so again. Met new friends, liven up friendships that were buried with people who  was in same primary school as me and readjusting myself to strive harder when in class. Went to tuition that has no friends and have people who just go there to meet boys, lost interest and got a bad mark on SN paper. Never go back to tuition again. (Better to study alone).Drew comics and reconstruct better characters, know a bit better on friends;s background and getting ready for Pmr.&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is, whenever you think somethin' is going to be dreadful, it won't turn up the way you think. Don;t look down on others for they can be stronger the  you assumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday after PMR:&lt;br /&gt;Read more storybooks, decided on career, go on internet often,  beginning to cook better dishes, took up a new hobby, kick the air, kick the wall, play videogames, get to know my hometown better, take beautiful snapshots of nature, learn the art of mankind, know better of sealife, play piano once again, searched internet for manga, buy comics, sorted out new clothes, made a new resolution list for next year, learned how to make beaded jewelley, picking up fruits from my grandparents orchard, improved throwing ability, blinked more often, punched pillows for fun, watch more anime and tv, gardening, upgraded house ornamanets, getting ready the Christmas Tree, improved dancing steps, fishing.....................................................................and many many more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116308082769849196?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116308082769849196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116308082769849196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116308082769849196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116308082769849196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-about-me.html' title='More about me'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116307744434766941</id><published>2006-11-09T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T05:04:05.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place to study, not to date</title><content type='html'>Wahah! Another fine day so why not get some educational fun once in a while? Invited my friend, C.S.i to be my lonesome companion and went off to Pustaka Library, where we ended up going on the Internet instead. Wait, she was on the Internet while i was busy renewing my library card. Then, we hunted (or in typical sense, searched) for books that are suitable for needs.&lt;br /&gt;I was so into the a book on Archery (since i might be joining archery, sometime soon) I heard giggles. Eh? I thought the library was a place of silence and I hear very audible giggles. Ceh, some girls with their guys on handphones. Next time, I'm gonna bring bricks to shove into their mouths. Kidding, Kidding....&lt;br /&gt;C borrowed books about chess which i found very interesting although she returned it after she borrowed another telling you about dreams. We spent an hour in the library (we arrived there at 1.04pm) and paid a visit to the cafeteria after searching for books with good bargain. There, I bought two small gift cards which i'll happily give to my pals on their birthday;s this November.&lt;br /&gt;Back to cafeteria, C ordered "Nasi Goreng Pattaya" which happens to be wrapped in fried egg and "teh tarik berais." I had no appetite so i ordered Longan. I had the hardest of time trying to reach for the Longan and the drink wasn't worth it for there was 4 cubes of large ice! C. had to give me her tissue because i needed it for putting the irritating ice there. Not to mention the soup she was supposed to eat with her dish was an eerie greyish colour.&lt;br /&gt;There were so many teens  who went here without any natural purpose unless they wanted to spent time with their girlfriend\boyfriends.  On the way back, my eyes caught the sight of a woman watching "Bawang Putih Bawang Merah". That reminds me! It's still on air today!&lt;br /&gt;La Mujer was getting boring as I don't know when Marcos finally becomes unfazzed by Barbara;s new look and finds true love in Juliana.&lt;br /&gt;We can't watch with her cause she was a guard there (to look out for those who didn't have the library card) and sheesh, who above 3 years old wants to eneter a kiddy room where the tv was? I wasn't taking any risks, by the way, we had to get the books before they thought we left them there.&lt;br /&gt;(Time watch-I got a time machine! No need yours, C!) Skiiping to 3.24pm, we were out of the library and C stated it was sizzling hot, she even hide herself from the sunrays behind the Library's large cement pillars. We moved to find a better shelter and i saw this couple holiding hands, stopped when C complimented 2 birds bathing in a puddle of water. Sheesh, THIS IS A PUBLIC LIBRARY, PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;At last, we found a cosy spot and talked about dreams, a positive mind and the list goes on. Admring the sky we did, and saw a flock of white migrating birds (bangau) making a show like the air force army would do when there's a special parade going on. They flew like they were in slow motion, but it was nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116307744434766941?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116307744434766941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116307744434766941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116307744434766941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116307744434766941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/place-to-study-not-to-date.html' title='A place to study, not to date'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116303170670156250</id><published>2006-11-08T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T16:21:46.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise?!!!</title><content type='html'>muakahkahkah...i can access to ur account anytime..muakakakkah. oiii change the password laa farrah. later i change for you then you know. but then id u never change, then i can give u more surprises!! hhahaah..bye and delete this post after u read ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chong siew ai @mistleo wasn't here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116303170670156250?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116303170670156250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116303170670156250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116303170670156250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116303170670156250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/surprise.html' title='surprise?!!!'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116296454734403151</id><published>2006-11-07T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:42:27.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>So, I changed my mind to blog today since my specimens aren't home to study their unnnatural behaviour. What's more, since the sky is still blue, I might just lay back and tell you about what to give to a person on special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be unique!&lt;br /&gt;Remember, a gift doesn't have to be from a shop. Bake something for your friend, as they will appreciate it more and plus, more food for the party. If not, she\he can keep the gift after it has taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says presents must come in a wrapping?&lt;br /&gt;Bring your friend somewhere and spent the whole day with her\him. A movie will be great and taking them for treat can become most enjoyable for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have only 2 now, that;s all i can tell you. You have to make that person smile or laugh because a day is wasted without it. Fill their life with colours, lots and lots of colours that one day...they might decolourise someone's dull life too and guess what? It's all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;Make the world shine! Mata ato day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116296454734403151?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116296454734403151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116296454734403151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116296454734403151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116296454734403151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116290474299472173</id><published>2006-11-07T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T05:05:43.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>Yes! I made my very own list of what to do's!! Here;s what:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Redecorate your room&lt;br /&gt;2) If you play videogames, play something that is the opposite of what u've been playing. Example: Fatal Frame, change to play Metal Gear.&lt;br /&gt;Well, since i can't afford shooting practice so far, an eye on Matel Gear is full of education. Learn what type of grenades, rifles, and lots more military based-agendas.&lt;br /&gt;3)Do something that is beneath your list.&lt;br /&gt;   - What;s beneath my list was exploring the unnatural behaviour of human. I'll do that tomorrow, so i'll not blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;4) Relieve your childhood memories.&lt;br /&gt;- Hah....the good old days. Saw so many young faces again. Miss some lost friends.&lt;br /&gt;5) Dance&lt;br /&gt;- Love that music by Mariah.&lt;br /&gt;6) Call up a friend.&lt;br /&gt;- Called no one, so call someone tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;7) Try to make use of your old clothes.&lt;br /&gt;- Got the beads and the ugly handbag, drew a butterfly and voila! Made-self branded handbag.&lt;br /&gt;8) Exercise&lt;br /&gt;9) notice your surroundings&lt;br /&gt;10) Make your own resipi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes so fast. And i'm not getting any younger... so let's do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116290474299472173?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116290474299472173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116290474299472173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116290474299472173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116290474299472173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116290385866782008</id><published>2006-11-07T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T04:50:58.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a boring day</title><content type='html'>I am so bored that I even watched my little bro play Metal Gear Solid 2 and 3 again, again and again. Next, I watched Bawang putih Bawang Merah, so to speak that Andre was arrested by polisi for being accused by Rika he murdered Pak Indra. In the end, Andre could see the fairy that help Alya and the worst part is, Ohm Bertha was with her when they were about to go to court and the fairy was so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;Next, La Mujer En el Espejo. Here, Barbara had had enough of Juliana, calls up Pedro to kill her mom. Juliana even offered her property and Marbella Cosmectics in exchange for her freedom and her mom's life. Worst part here, Luzmilla don't even know Barbara is Maritza!! Yet!&lt;br /&gt;At night, watched Emma:  a VIctorian Romance. William has a new guest from India, Prince Hakim. They took an elephant around England and he was getting sick because there were so many bumps on the road, plus he was crossing the house Emma was working at. Merely, Prince Hakim likes Emma too and William becomes jealous after Hakim admitted he proposed to Emma, which she turned down. After telling him this, he secretly got his spirits up, waits for Emma until she passes the shop, and invites her to walk with him. Then, she gave him a clue she likes him too. He was overjoyed that he dragged her to have lunch with him. So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today is the last episode of Paradise Kiss! Tommorow i will watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, I'm getting so very bored i'm doing my habit again: Making origami swans. This is a holiday, I know, i must relax. Relax until my brain stop..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i watch everyday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30am -Ranma 1\2&lt;br /&gt;11.30am - Girl from Hell&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm   -B.p.b.m (see above)&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm  -Impian Iilyana&lt;br /&gt;3,45pm  - La mujer&lt;br /&gt;10.00pm -Soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, anyone who sees this must say i am so boring. Tell me about it, man....tell me about it.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116290385866782008?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116290385866782008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116290385866782008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116290385866782008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116290385866782008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-boring-day.html' title='What a boring day'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116286364112422114</id><published>2006-11-06T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:40:41.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So young yet.....act like they know better?</title><content type='html'>Hah! I've read about it in the news! I have enough i tell ya's, Enough! Today i see girls and boys around the years 10-12 years old has told me their secrets "hey, I'm in love with ??????" Okay, I know, you like this whoever but don't you think you are Very young to think about it right now? I think the most apporiate time to have a companion is when we graduated or after 21 years old, don't you agree&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Read in the news, this problem is getting the best of our country's students. When i read the headlines, i was shocked to read a mother of 31 years of age has popped in a surprise visit to her daughter (11 years old) and found her with a boy who was one year senior. Of course, it took courage to tell them and her daughter hated her because her mom took the love of her life away.&lt;br /&gt;They are still tweens yet they act as they know more and consider people older than them, "old school" and "that was so yesterday." Hey! That was not yesterday, but still drifts as today!&lt;br /&gt;Once, me and a friend went to the movies. The lif was full, so to save time, we took the stairs. When we reached there, i saw this group of girls ( fully makeup-as if their caked their faces) chatted loudly and wearing micromini skirts with extra revealing clothes. First thought came to mind, they must be older than me. But when i got closer, there were talking about the exam that they'll taking in primary 6.&lt;br /&gt;They eyed me and my friend like i was trash and they were the ones throwing trash, but i ignored them. Then, a group of boys came up to them and they were so bossy about drinks and food. But one thing i still can't stand is, one of the girls whipped her long hair and a strand of it poked me in the eye(it got red) and she just said ,"Whatever!" Whatever? Whatever? Who do u think u are? Somekind of superstar???! I should have also told her hair was full of dandruff and she's wasn't using the right shampoo for it smelt like toothpaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116286364112422114?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116286364112422114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116286364112422114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116286364112422114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116286364112422114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-young-yetact-like-they-know-better.html' title='So young yet.....act like they know better?'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116280655169570476</id><published>2006-11-06T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T01:49:11.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miow! and bawang merah bawang putih</title><content type='html'>Hahhh, I remember those days like it was yesterday. Being in an all-girls school, I have watched so many catfights and mostly tried my best to get away from being on whose's side. Hey, I know you're both fighting, but why put me into this? Put that isn;t what i am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Once, I have a cat. It was a Friday and when i reached home, tehre was this white cat with Black patches on it's body. It mesmerize me with its green eyes so I approached it. What amazed me is that it wasn't like any other cat, it didn't run away and let me pat it. Very friendly, cat!&lt;br /&gt;So, since no collar or any identification or any leaflets to inform me it's lost and was searched by its beloved owner, I adopted it. It miowed so loud at night and my parents won't let it in the house! Feeling sorry, I often sneaked out at night and gave it a lot of food, better than it eaten by my younger sibling.&lt;br /&gt;It was very fat, so I thought it was fed well before it reached my house. But i found out, it was pregnant and a few days later, has kittens. I kept it but now...I left it at a better place where no dog and only cats will be happy: somewhere where me and my cat will always meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? The actress who acts in Bawang Putih Bawang Merah is Only 16 years old!!!! Nia Ramadhani who acts as Bawang Merah can say is acting in a new production called ,"Benci Jadi Cinta" I want to watch it, but who knows our country's telly will show it too? Huhoo! 16 years old, beautiful and talented! So lucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116280655169570476?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116280655169570476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116280655169570476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116280655169570476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116280655169570476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/miow-and-bawang-merah-bawang-putih.html' title='Miow! and bawang merah bawang putih'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116278964184962534</id><published>2006-11-05T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:07:21.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Frame 2- Most outstanding and less scary than Fatal Frame 3</title><content type='html'>I've been playing this game for 2 times already and i don't seem to get tired of it. Well, sometimes i get this flashes of blue and yellow lights around my head but i had limited my play time to just 45 minutes. Then, for my eyes vision to stay the way they are until i could find the perfect medicine to regain their 20\20 vision, I take a 15 minutes sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this game is about 2 twin sisters entered an abandoned village which had been totally wiped out from the Map of Japan thus gaining the name : THE LOST VILLAGE. They went further in and guess what, Mio(the main chracter that u will have control of) can see ghost and she was so shoked she even got startled by her sister's  (Mayu) hand on her left shoulder. She was calmed a bit and then she held the hand but....Mayu was on her right! She was walking forward of Mio! As she noticed this, the hand slipped away and Mio turned behind swiftly, and realizing...no one was there....except for them! Or was there???????????&lt;br /&gt;This game to my opinion was less scary and boooya, I had acquired all the esssentila needs for the camera! But in Fatal Frame 3, it was much frightening since the anatagonists can enter the real world and hurt you. But i hate it when in FatalFrame 2, I'd lost the camera! thsi is because one of the enemy is invincible to the camera Obscura! I had to drop it cAUSE IT WAS COMING CLOSER!!!!! And the worse part is.,,,it's still chasing after me, and i'd only  my sixth sense, but luckily i'd managed to escaped in the game.....&lt;br /&gt;Try to play, if you want, I'll give you some extra tips!!! To cheat in the game of course. But it musn't be used to play for the first time......for where;s the thrill in that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116278964184962534?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116278964184962534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116278964184962534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116278964184962534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116278964184962534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/fatal-frame-2-most-outstanding-and.html' title='Fatal Frame 2- Most outstanding and less scary than Fatal Frame 3'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116269511194127221</id><published>2006-11-04T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T19:50:49.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/1600/skyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7704/4023/200/skyline.12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome! This is my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116269511194127221?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116269511194127221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116269511194127221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116269511194127221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116269511194127221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/welcome-this-is-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116255614812321843</id><published>2006-11-03T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T05:40:22.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never judge a person by their appearance</title><content type='html'>Now, it seems like no one cares about the saying, "Don't judge a book by its cover." It means we shouldn't look what's on the outside but instead study deeply about what is interesting about the contents of the book. This goes  the same for us.&lt;br /&gt;Before judging someone on the outside, think about how to get to know her\him better. There are many type of personalities out there and one can make themselves your best friend or worst enemy. What is ever underneath a facade, it might be the spices and sugar in your life. Pick the right friends to mix with, who you find compatible and will be there whenever you needed them.&lt;br /&gt;One of them might be very common or found in 1 in 1, 000 000 that depends on how you carry with them.&lt;br /&gt;Understand that someone you judged to be very useless or nothing, can be very strong, helpful and can pull you further to depths that you've never imagine. Whereas, someone who seem to have all the qualities, might not need your presence because they think they are so superior. Remember that power, strength or richness can't beat justice and the greater good. No need to be envious of those who have everything, be happy of what you have now. Be wise when accepting someone;s wise advise, don't be those who cut his sentences and think they are always right.&lt;br /&gt;What you think is the path of life, might be the leading road to death.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if they have everything, doesn't mean they can gained all of it forever. Everyone must leave someday and those who are wise to use what they have will be content with their lives. So, don't be envious. It is a sin. Belive in the possibilities and in yourself, and lead a life of sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116255614812321843?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116255614812321843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116255614812321843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116255614812321843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116255614812321843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/never-judge-person-by-their-appearance.html' title='Never judge a person by their appearance'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116247739129619203</id><published>2006-11-02T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T06:23:11.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Lanterns and Flowers</title><content type='html'>All Soul's Day is today and it is the day we Christians go to church to pray for the souls of the departed. This day seem so very interesting and I saw many people buying flowers to put at the graves of their loved ones that left the world some time ago. The flowers are very attractive with sorrow mixed with joy feeling that made many relatives ponder on the happiness and tragedy that made them apart forever.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't buy any, although i wish i could. This is because I supposed to put flowers at my late grandfather's grave which i dear so much in Miri whereas i am in Kuching. When I left Church, the graveyard look beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at the negative side of this, It did looked splendid. Imagine the ocean when the moon is at its fullest, and they are these little lanterns floating on the water. Inside each lantern has a light that resembles the soul of a person. This lantern will float aimlessly out through the ocean and represents the soul;s journey to the afterlife. That was how the graveyard looked today.&lt;br /&gt;Candles lighted at the graves had created an atmosphere of peace  that made me thought about an tragic event that shocked the globe In 2004.&lt;br /&gt;Over these times, to rememeber someone who is so dreadfully precious to you, people acrosss the world has their own way of expressing them. Some tied a red or white rose to a balloon and watch it float to the sky at daylight. Others just let go white lighted lantens that could fly to the night sky. Another throw the petals of roses or strings of flowers into the sea to remember their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;All i could say is.....it was remarkable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116247739129619203?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116247739129619203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116247739129619203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116247739129619203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116247739129619203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/11/of-lanterns-and-flowers.html' title='Of Lanterns and Flowers'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116227660503207687</id><published>2006-10-30T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T05:50:22.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over thinkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Have u ever think so hard, so much and take a long time to know that u are in the present yet u still drift as if u are still in the past, wishing to turn back time and always say "i should have..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, u are over-thinking! Stop doing so! A study from some university somewhere around the world has found out that 4 in 6 people always think they should have done something in the past. They thought if they had the chance to do so, their lives will be better and sweeter than what it is now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This isn't good for anyone's health unless you &lt;strong&gt;DO &lt;/strong&gt;have a time-travelling device. If yes, can i borrow? Hahahaha, anyways please accept the fact that everything happenes for a reason. Or when u do something that u know that is very wrong and cross over ur principles, be wise and think carefully. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The effects of thinking too much might end that person having headaches, depression and mental plus physical illness. Just say that To warn you people!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116227660503207687?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116227660503207687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116227660503207687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116227660503207687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116227660503207687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/10/over-thinkers.html' title='Over thinkers'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116193947508495454</id><published>2006-10-27T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T01:57:55.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectionist</title><content type='html'>Well, What is a perfectionist?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, someone who is trying so hard to be perfect all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is fear of failure and self-critical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that;s about the first thing you can see in a perfectionist behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this magazine which struck me when I look at the article, "ARE YOU A PERFECTIONIST?" Maybe this is a sign or something to keep me busy? Read on and find out if u are a perfectionist all this time and never never had a slight idea u are leading a life of the perfect human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do u have an idea of where u'll be in 8 years time?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfectionists are never specific about an end cause they can't bear to have "promised" sth. they may not deliver. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When faced with big project at school, do u find urself tidying ur desk or re-filing, rather than get on with the project?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfectionists, by nature, are actually procrastinators. (people who take their time and say "i'll do it later.")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If u are the subject of criticsm, what's ur reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfectionists take criticism deeply and respond, believing they r bad people though n though. (even when they aren't)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do u find it hard to accept compliments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfectionists often trouble ccepting kind words. They can't value their self-worth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do u take up new interests and give up as soon after u found out ur not the best dealing in groups n not patient getting results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A person who wants to be perfect are very short on patience with themselves, want to be the best! and have trouble to enjoy simple activities for their own sake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Are u a glass-half-empty person, by nature?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfectionists disqualify the positive and focus on negative!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORD FROM ThE pErSOn WhO WRotE ThIS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;iF u say "yes" to most of this questions, you are a perfectionist.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tell u, we are all humans. We can't be perfect. But we can be perfect in something such as cooking or able to calm others who are in a dificult situation at critical times. Find out who u really are!  Because the trouble with perfection is it can never be reached- there is always be a better cook, a prettier friend, a more successful person and much more in this world. For all i know, before we arrive on Earth, we are all blessed with something. Try to strive it and if u had found it, make use of it to make a better place on Earth for everybody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have fun! Happy Deeparaya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116193947508495454?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116193947508495454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116193947508495454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116193947508495454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116193947508495454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/10/perfectionist.html' title='Perfectionist'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116140729538904191</id><published>2006-10-20T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T22:08:15.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing at school</title><content type='html'>yESTERDay (20th of Oct, 06) we had a belly-dancing session.&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone didn't want to dance along but hey, me and my friends joined in and try out. VeRY educational! The belly-steps aRE very unique but most of us prefer those dance moves from High school musical. One more thing, when u belly-dance, there musn't be single male at sight because it is mainly for us ladies and women.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I have to see a replay of H.S.M. which is getting very boring but fascinated my other friends. Oh, "we're all in this 2gether.." keeps replaying itsel;f in my head! Maybe tonight i'll watch a reply of Scary movie 3 or anything that will block the ruttin' of all the H.S.M. songs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ya, Selamat Hari Deepavali and Selamat Hari Raya to those who are celebrating! Or maybe i should say, "HAPPY DEEPARAYA?" Mokono Modoki me...wha? Hope to meet all of you soon next, next week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116140729538904191?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116140729538904191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116140729538904191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116140729538904191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116140729538904191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/10/dancing-at-school.html' title='dancing at school'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36066828.post-116092279225943753</id><published>2006-10-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:33:12.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pmr and when people starts to get the best of u</title><content type='html'>What can i say about pmr?&lt;br /&gt;I was like so shocked when i get to know i was the far by most extreme to do a stupid question which i told myself to be the easiest!&lt;br /&gt;Man, it really breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it doesn't mean i just stop there.&lt;br /&gt;TRY TRY AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people gets the best out of me, i'm usually in a calm state. But when they start to bully me and don't know who they are messing with, sorrylah.&lt;br /&gt;The calmness will break and the unspeakable will therfore spread all over her.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;just don't let others take on you.&lt;br /&gt;You are ur own best bud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36066828-116092279225943753?l=crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/feeds/116092279225943753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36066828&amp;postID=116092279225943753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116092279225943753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36066828/posts/default/116092279225943753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crimesonvelvetmoon.blogspot.com/2006/10/pmr-and-when-people-starts-to-get-best.html' title='Pmr and when people starts to get the best of u'/><author><name>finaldreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410345179346379063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
