<?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-6945387</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:03:03.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retour a vega. </title><subtitle type='html'>But now we speak with ruined tongues
And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>monopills</name><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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945387.post-111936996834944433</id><published>2005-06-22T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:06:08.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG MOVED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt; Well, just a new name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://afi-techture.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;AFI-TECHTURE.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-111936996834944433?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/111936996834944433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=111936996834944433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111936996834944433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111936996834944433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/06/omg-moved.html' title='OMG MOVED.'/><author><name>monopills</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945387.post-111919014677298504</id><published>2005-06-19T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:09:06.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Blur ; Music Is My Radar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think I should write more in this! I'm looking at the archives and it's so sad because there's only a few updates permonth. Or probably get a new name, because I'm not liking this that much. But oh well, I need to motivate myself to stick with what I have, HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking around the &lt;a href="http://http://www.livejournal.com/community/fruits/" target="new"&gt;Fruits livej community&lt;/a&gt; and DAMN I'd really want to go out and wear like that! Now they'll clal me the "malay-and-tudunged-Ah-Lian" but who cares man, who cares. Now I'm gonna hunt out for a sewing machine and some cheap pants from Fajar and some new scarfs with polka-dots ^^ Probably the only shopping place that I'd love is Sungei Wang! During the VI Trasure Hunt, we passed by the shops on the top floor and look at the stuff!! RM16 for a nice skirt!! That's cheap! And not only that, I'm going to shock the TTDI KIDS with the uber phrase: I SHALL PWNZ JOO JOO LAME SCENE (no, wait, EMO!)WANNABES!!! and I have a strange fetish for ties. Mmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being more ambitious after my departure from boarding school. Now I'm aiming for the IU Director or the President post in Interact Club, be the next President of Photography Club of 2006, and get straight A1s FA SHO. The form for the post is right beside me, and I can't wait to send this to Yung Chien ^^ And I'm planning to make my own a long Interact skirt so I could wear it with my scarf. Or the alternative way is to wear pants under the skirt(in which my friends were against the idea). Totally Fruits-y!&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we had our Interact Club photoshoot. After that, Aida, Dina and I went to One Utama with our Interact clothes on, and we had our brunch (Breakfast + lunch) in a small bar inside the foodcourt infront of the groceries Jaya Jusco. We were the first customers, so the worker there was really friendly. Not to mention that it's cheap! The spaghetti was only RM4.50 and Dina and Aida couldn't finish it because of the large portion! After that, we went to have a walk around because we have the whole day to ourselves, and went in Rock Corner, and made Troy confused. "*puts on his confused face* Eih? what's wrong with you??" XD Eventually we were walking around and went inside the Wind Tunnel. Aida always managed to make another version of the Constantine poster, the one that Keanu Reaves standing with wind blowing his tie and hair. Yeahp. Went to MPH and got the form for the 2005 Writing Contest. now we have to do something about being in the past or the future. I still have to write below 800 words ]: But now I have a perfect guideline, then it's okay!&lt;br /&gt;And then we had some purikura fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/afimomo/ASIANMONKEYSsmall.jpg" border="1"&gt;Aida, me, Dina :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with Dir En Grey!! I don't know, when I'm big, I'm going to be like them. My sister is trying to pollute me with Morning Musume OH NOES. Don't worry, Dir En Grey shall PWNZZ JOOO. :D I think now I have to redo my site. Geocities is bugging me with the stupid ad at the side. Freewebs the way. But freewebs can be an uber bitch to my computer. If hosting I need to have the FTP thing and I don't want to dload more. Orrrrrrrr if someone host me...... Han Mei? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-111919014677298504?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/111919014677298504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=111919014677298504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111919014677298504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111919014677298504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/06/music-blur-music-is-my-radar-i-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-111854297704967087</id><published>2005-06-12T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T10:22:57.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Dir En Grey ; Egnirys Cimredopyh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; That's it. I decided to leave MRSM Jasin forever. I shocked my mom with tears this very morning, the morning that I was supposed to leave for the second semester, but I decided that this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Yesterday night at Afnan's birthday party, as we were sitting around making jokes while waiting for the chicken and with Harith trying to flirt with Amir Bo, I said it out loud, the thought that I've been having in my mind the whole day. "I think I'm going to quit Jasin." At first I wasn't sure, I was scared to actually tell my mom. I mean, i don't want to let her down among her friends and her siblings. This is the factor that actually drives me to stay there, eventhough in truth I hate it. I actually do. It's not in the survival part. It's not in the education part [ok, well, except that I seem to have no changes to become a more intelligent person. But Malaysian education IS more to memorising, right?]. &lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; What I've been thinking and predicting is how my Fifth Form year would be. It might be monotonous. Might be disastrous. Might be the next synonym for alienation. I don't know. I still couldn't fit in to a true Malay community. That's how I see it. It's stupid, and it feels like I'm being a racist to my own race, but that's how it is.  But probably you would think, "wtf? so she decided to quit the top school because of her own social skills?"  but you don't know how it is, dude. You don't know how it is. And what else with the darling conflict of the Drama Team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aida was pleading me to stay. Afnan calmed me down, saying don't panic, and he'll pray that my mom will let me. Amir Bo... "O_______O BETUL KE???" while Harith said, "Don't... boarding school life is fuuuun!" Well, it's easy for him to say since his school has a studio music for BAND, while all we get in Jasin is nasyids being shoved up in our ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So, Damansara Utama Secondary School, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-111854297704967087?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/111854297704967087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=111854297704967087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111854297704967087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111854297704967087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/06/final.html' title='The final.'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-111797429086026237</id><published>2005-06-05T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:24:50.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Sleater-Kinney - The Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I downloaded &lt;u&gt;Architecture In Helsinki - In Case We Die&lt;/u&gt; which has got to be the happiest and the cutestrecord I've ever listened to next to The Unicorns; &lt;u&gt;Sleater-Kinney - The Woods&lt;/u&gt; which is one strong grrl power record and I think it's the best by them so far; &lt;u&gt;Tarwater - The Needle Was Travvelling&lt;/u&gt; which is just another album to add in my electro [heh, Pojam] list. Not to mention I bought &lt;u&gt;Keane - Hopes and Fears&lt;/u&gt; album out of the blue even though I wasn't aiming to buy it. But, eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new headmistress. And new rules. Such as no more music devices during prep. OH NOES. There goes our freedom ]: Everything will be more boring than ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sleepover at Dina's house. Consists of the regular back to Jude Law-ism, yaoi talk, TENKUU NO ESCAFLOWNE scniasdfef I miss being overly obsessed with this anime, wearing the sith cloak with my dad's retor glasses that looks exactly like the one that Paul Banks always wear, and also I have to tolerate Dina's sudden crazyness towards Mr Hayden Christensen. And our own version of Star Wars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss One Utama! I went there with Iffa and Aida with Aida's hair colour ebcoming more... out of the edge? Ohohoho. Too much chemicals yow! We had Waffles because dear Iffa wants to see 'someone'... :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not in the mood to update, really, but, yeah. Just to let you know that I'm alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-111797429086026237?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/111797429086026237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=111797429086026237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111797429086026237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111797429086026237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/06/music-sleater-kinney-fox-i-downloaded.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-111711460562124789</id><published>2005-05-26T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T21:36:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I have never been more tired and ever. I've been running from the library, to my dorm, to the library again (mind you, Jasin is on top of a hill and full of un-symmetrical stairs. Antique school maaa), and now I'm worrying about the registration for the Workshop. I'm sorry Dina to cause you a lot of trouble. Tonight I'll have to borrow a friend's phone and call my mother about the money and call Dina. Dina, someone will miss call you so uh ya that'll be me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; All the heavy papers are finished!! Tomorrow I'll have my Malay Language, which will be a-okay (I suppose, if not those hard idioms and unknown words will pop out and 15 marks will be gone T__T), English (which will be more than a-okay), Art, Computer Science, and English Proficiency Test (I don't know what the hell this is). And on the next Tuesday, after I come out from my class I'll head straight back home yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Chemistry was, by the word of Dina, Hojjible. Biology was almost hojjible, since I'm the only one who passed up my Paper 1 earlier than the time limit. Modern Mathematics was much more hojjibler than Add Maths. Seriously. This is the hojjible fact of being in the same school with smart people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My roommate, Fara &amp; I had been re-create lyrics of VE's Pop Ye Ye into a song that literally means that we can't wait to go back home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I'm repeating the same thing that I did to Lutfi, except it haven't reached to the face to face thing yet, but I acheived on being a good stalker. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-111711460562124789?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/111711460562124789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=111711460562124789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111711460562124789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111711460562124789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-repeating-same-thing-that-i-did-to.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-111573513835938757</id><published>2005-05-10T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:25:38.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i'm using the school's comp, yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A very looong hiatus of some sort, people, but I'm back! (to this blog la, huuu.). Anyways, to Sheikh, Miss Felda asked what are you doing now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to my friends, I hope all of you are reading this! I'm sorry I haven't been sending letters and all that jazz. I have like, uh, 5 drafts or unfinished letters to, uh, finish. But anyway, good news! on the evening or afternoon of 31st May 2005, I'll be back with all of you, people! But I have to suffer 2 weeks for my Final Sem examinations like blah -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say one thing: I really miss DU kids. I really do. Everytime when there's the new intake coming in, I'll be hoping that it'll be Aida. Or at least someone from DU (like, uh, Aida? haha). But noo... all you get are more kids from Shah Alam. Have I told you that this school or most MRSMs are being populated by Shah Alam kids? &amp; the fact that they are so different from DU kids make me feel really weird. You know, like using the word "awak" 5 times in one short sentence. &lt;br /&gt;I just realised something: we, me &amp; my girl friends, you know who you are, are so different than normal girls. In terms on what our conversation revolves around, and how we maintain our relationship, and how we actually treat others. because back then, eventhough we have a some sort of a clique of our own, but we are free to be all-rounders, and yet here, you just HAVE to have a clique of your own or you wouldn't survive at all. &amp; you have to be with someone, or they'll call you a loner. &amp; yet, back then in DU, when it comes to certain tasks, we'll walk on our own, and it's like us being very independant. But here, despite teaching us to be independent academically, it's making us feel very conservative to ourselves socially. It's not that I don't like it, but I can't change myself to suit the situation. &lt;br /&gt;It's just the way we approach all these things that normal girls do, - e.g.boys, clothes, hair, dadoda - it's just so... different. I could sense it in our voice tones or body language and all that jazz even. I mean, like, come on, did we control ayu infront of ourselves as well?? This made me think: am I not being a normal girly girl and all that jazz? Or what? &lt;br /&gt;I almost had a breakdown and had a terrible moodswing over the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say, I am annoyed by the girls who are the youngest in the family and likes to do suara manja and act all manja2 infront of people but hates it when boys started to chase them when it's them who called for it. Or crying when their boyfriends are mad at them but it's actually their fault but then they use the excuse, "doesn't he know how do I feel???" WTF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyways, so I went to a lot of places and a lot of stuff had happened. Today I went to Malaysian Institute of Aviation Technology and I get to see rundown aeroplanes and took a lot of pictures of aeroplanes and not people. and I have to give a compliment about the Institute: they did a good job on getting good students who are good looking at the same time. I mean like I was amazed. Like, whoah, &lt;i&gt;gila ka ini institute?&lt;/i&gt;. Next, went to Malaysia France Institute which was boring so yadayada. We're supposed to go to Alamanda in Putrajaya but we didn't even stepped on the ground of Putrajaya itself. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me tell you something: I like a boy. Bohahahahahahahaha uh ya. &amp; great news, he is (probably) shorter than me. BOHAHAHA. But he has beeyoooooteepool eyes!!! Seriously. I mean, long curly eyelashes and like glittering eyes like hell (no, I'm not metaphoring, it's the truth. My friend said the same thing!). His name is.... teneneneng! &lt;u&gt;Mohd Luqman Mohd Amin&lt;/u&gt;. He's from King George V high school, Seremban(nama grand woo). I had a real conversation with him once, and there's a part which goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; i bet you want to be an engineer or a doctor, judging by all the students around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt;huh? nah... I don't know what to be when I'm big. What's your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/B&gt; me? hmm. I dunno. A writer, journalist, you know somewhere along that line. Nothing big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt; Well, eventhough the public might think it's not a big job, but most writers are successful in their jobs.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAA KATA-KATA HIKMAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye gotta go it's time papai! I lap all of joooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-111573513835938757?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/111573513835938757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=111573513835938757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111573513835938757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111573513835938757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-im-using-schools-comp-yay.html' title='so i&apos;m using the school&apos;s comp, yay!'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-111076718303559489</id><published>2005-03-14T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T10:26:23.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just for the holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; mandarin ; pilot light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(crossposted to my lj)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I enjoy washing my own clothes with my own hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first Thursday night I called my house and I was hoping, desperately, that my mother won't pick the phone up, but alas, soon after I can't stop tears coming down even during prep class. I have 3 dormmates, and two -Farhana/Hana &amp; Dalila/Dunk- who are already considered as seniors when it comes to normal MJSC boarding school life, and the other, Fara, is a new one, like me. But her hailing from Methodist Girls School and having the word "doh" in her vocabulary and and how she is so choosy when it comes to food (she won't take my tuna sandwich and spaghetti because she doesn't know how to eat it!) how she had been tagging on me to almost make my social life unbearable makes me feel unsatisfied and wishing for a new roommate. Someone should teach her to stop showing the obvious when someone's tears are falling down due to homesick. Dunk, on the other hand, is the proud eater of Dorm G218 while Hana is the proud handphone smuggler of dorm G218 :D &amp; I am known as the alarm clock of G218 since I am in charge of waking all of them up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One period, in comparison, is longer than the usual, which is 1 hour, but felt much more shorter. I am in class 401/4A, 23 people, and I am loss without a seat partner, oh woe is me ]: But probably my close friends there are Atiqah/Ieqa &amp; Sakina/Kina, as both of us had been sharing everything all around. The boys, however, are too quiet and studious for my own good. There's one who apparently is in the same homeroom as I am, Homroom 02, who looks exactly my old Amir, who reminds me exactly of Amir (from far he's a quiet type but he could erupt with the weirdest cackle you've ever heard in a minute), and heck, his name is Amir as well! &lt;br /&gt;Everyday I have to walk to and fro to class three times, school, evening prep class, and night prep class. But Every Tuesday &amp; Thursday nights I would find myself in the library reading Edgar Allen Poe's. It's amazing to see 4 books by him in there. Or sometimes I would look through the heavy thick small-printed scientific textbooks for English universities, and I'll be taking in &amp; out Psychology textbooks &amp; a certain American Literature textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know the names of all my teachers, but I really love Miss Felda, my English teacher. Thanks to her, now I know one thing: William Shakespeare is a homosexual. Yay. &amp; I wrote a suppposedly love sonnet. Uhm. Not impressive for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one night it was so windy that clothes are falling and flying everywhere, doors slammed real hard continuously, and it felt like there's a natural air-cond in the room. This is for staying on top of a hill. At one side of the school, the Ledang Mountain is visible but it doesn't really give me an impact or a good impression or a "waaaaaah!" kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ina 50/50 state at that time, but I finally decided to stay in MJSC. Not because of scholarship, not because of it's a good school and all that crap (in fact, MJSC Jasin is going dooooooown), but you know, my mother has spent thousands just to make sure I have everything and for the fees and everything, and if I come back then enters my judgementive relatives, and my brother-in-law's brother was in Jasin. In fact, he was the head of the Student's Council. o________o Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough Aida, Dina, nana &amp; Ganko said that during recess they feel so alien now, because I was the one who always freshen up the conversation. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Co-curriculum. PKBM/Persatuan Kadet Bersatu Malaysia/... Cadet (haha I'm too lazy to translate it) so I could actually hold a gun and shoot targets or people. Or something. English Club, &amp; Tennis. My mother asks me to continue with my Taekwondo since I already reached Poum/Black Red Belt. But I stopped when I was what, 11 years old? I can't remember anything now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an internet connection there, but it was toooooooooooo slooooooooow. So now, snail mail is the way to go. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; yay I can bring a walkman/discman/mp3 player to prep classes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-111076718303559489?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/111076718303559489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=111076718303559489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111076718303559489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/111076718303559489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-for-holidays.html' title='just for the holidays.'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110889945694408479</id><published>2005-02-20T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T19:37:36.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I'm off to MRSM Jasin in Melaka. Byebye. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'll come back with my Jude Law obsession with me, not a Rosyam Nor one. oyey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110889945694408479?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110889945694408479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110889945694408479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110889945694408479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110889945694408479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/02/goodbye.html' title='goodbye.'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110829663005239066</id><published>2005-02-13T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T20:10:30.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; love is all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; explosions in the sky ; first breath after coma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align="justify"&gt;I have no idea what to talk about for oral tomorrow. A 5 minute speech about... something. Options that I have, with the help of &lt;a href="http://dinasaurousrex.blogspot.com"&gt;Dina&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;the anime and manga obsession spreading thru Malaysia&lt;/i&gt; [Dina's] Well despite ebing an aniem fan, I don't really know that much. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;Grave Of The Fireflies, the movie&lt;/i&gt; despite loving the movie and all that jazz, I seriously don't know what to elaborate on this! The only way I could gain more points is by watching it again, in which I am trying to avoid because it's so sad for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;Hayao Miyazaki&lt;/i&gt; Talk about all of his works and his biography, now this seems okay except I haven't gotten around to all of his works so I couldn't cover everything.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;Haruki Murakami&lt;/i&gt; Again, I haven't read all of his works.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;Chuck Palahniuk&lt;/i&gt; What the hell? I haven't read ANY.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;Lost In Translation, the movie&lt;/i&gt; I thought this was a fairly good movie, and so it comes again to the matter of not knowing what to talk about. This needs a second watch. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;Music&lt;/i&gt; At first this was my choice, but then I have doubts on what to talk about, and to think that I will talk about the music of my choice, in which will bore people. &amp; it needs a chart, and hell do I have time for charts now. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;Jude Law&lt;/i&gt; "he was voted as the 'Sexiest Man Alive' in the People magazine." MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;Spirited Away&lt;/i&gt; I think I should not give a review of a movie afterall. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;The Perks Of Being A Wallflower&lt;/i&gt; The book's right beside me. Now this seems easy. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;The art of zining&lt;/i&gt; This, too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now to get ready the text! In which I am too lazy to type or write it all out &amp; I prefer spontaniety (sp?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a great time with Dina, Afnan, Aida, Amir, and Iffa. We went for a some sort of a farewell outing, which is walking around The Curve, Ikano &amp; Ikea for the first time. I tried at drumming for a while, &amp; OMGWTFBBQ IT FEELS GOOD. I want to take drums. More info about this, go to &lt;a href="http://dinasaurousrex.blogspot.com"&gt;Dina&lt;/a&gt;'s. : D&lt;br /&gt;Now to redo Dina's blog &amp; to do my oral!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened to my imposter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110829663005239066?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110829663005239066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110829663005239066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110829663005239066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110829663005239066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-is-all.html' title='&amp; love is all.'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110813796556524050</id><published>2005-02-11T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:26:26.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should we go outside ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; joanna newsom ; sprout &amp; the bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Mom asked me and brother to go and have a look at MRSM Jasin, but my brother being lazy and all decided not to, since we ourselves do not know where it's located at. I'm lazy as well. This week has been like the week for all the kids to spend some time with me, yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I went to OU again with Meme and Naz this time. We planned to watch a movie, Constantine, but we were too lazy to line up and buy the tickets (and to go through the "are you 18?" thing), so we decided to have a walk around. All we see are not display of products, more like rollershutters, red lanterns and red silk or cloth hung on the ceilings. Rock Corner was open, and I got &lt;i&gt;Selamat Tinggal Dunia&lt;/i&gt; by Butterfingers, yay. We met Najwa who went to Sri Puteri boarding school, and after 2 weeks she decided to go back to DU not because of being independant thing, but more like the stress given by the school itself. &amp; now I am not sure about all of this. After that we went to Starbucks and I realised that I should stick with hot chocolate and don't like coffee at all. &lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, yesterday, I went karaoke with Lolina. ^^ nyoo I suck at singing, but that was my plan! To go there to see some entertainment, not to make some! BOHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there will be a last day out sort of thing with Afnan, Aida, Iffa, Amir, Dina, they all at the Curve. Or more like to explore the Curve. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back the pictures during my birthday. It actually looks great! Good thing about the photolab that we always go to: the pictures look, well, slr-esque? Bad thing:they don't like to insert pictures which they thought it's useless. In the contact sheet given, There's a nice picture of the table but noooo they didn't develop that one. Le poo ): And I am annoyed at how the camera tends to be out-of-focus. I had trouble taking pictures with it! I am too lazy to scan those that consists of Azmie (which is like, a lot). But here's one pic that I like, of Syamil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/afimomo/syamil01.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomei. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important dates in which I will miss (I guess):&lt;br /&gt;26th Feb: Drama competition (I think), Interact Club trip to PAWS/SPCA to visit all the cats, KLPHQ performing in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;17th March: TORTOISE + THE OBSERVATORY AT ESPLANADE. Oh god. The tickets sold out, but, oh god. xfdbadbywdbz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;u&gt;Lost In Translation&lt;/u&gt;, finally! I thought it was good, but for some reason something's missing. &amp; oh, by now, all of you should know that right now I am fangirl-ing (haha) over this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v520/afimomo/mrjudelaw.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I want to watch &lt;a href="http://www.foxsearchlight.com/huckabees/" target="new"&gt;I &amp;hearts; Huckabees&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/closer/" target="new"&gt;Closer&lt;/a&gt;. Because I heard both are good and, well, the other reason, ya know. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very good storyline in my mind, but I can't seem to pen it down. Gah. &lt;br /&gt;Ok now to redo this bloggy's layyie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110813796556524050?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110813796556524050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110813796556524050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110813796556524050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110813796556524050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/02/should-we-go-outside.html' title='should we go outside ?'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110784520186998829</id><published>2005-02-08T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:46:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll be selling lemonades. </title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; The Stills acoustic set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Finally blogger works for me. It has been quite a long time since I last update, ya? I'll try to make a short one. &amp; I think this blog needs a new layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first; thank you &lt;a href="http://eema.fotopages.com"&gt;Eema&lt;/a&gt; for the bracelets! I love it and I promise I'll wear it almost everyday (if I wear it to school I'll lost it ]:)! It reminds me of my old bracelet which I always wear to school. One day Jane saw the bracelet and she asked me whether I could tie my hair with it. So of course, me being dumb and all that jazz tried it but before I could tie one knot all those little beads are scattered on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm Anyways the big news is that: I received an offer to go to MRSM JASIN, Melaka and I'll go there on 21st February. I don't really want to go to MRSM, or any boarding school for that matter, and like I said, it's not because of the washing your own clothes and manage your bedsheets thing, no, it's more like I am scared I might stressed myself out. Aida told me how her sister who went to Langkawi had to study more eventhough she had nothing else to study about. And you must know how too much studying is not good for my health. Second thing, no one else got MRSM Jasin! Well this one is expected because they don't really let almost everyone from one school to go to one school. Except for Noriman &amp; Khidir. Both of them are close at DU, and now they got the same MRSM!!! It's not fair. Hanafi got Taiping, but he told me that he'll try to change into Jasin as well. Uh. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, another thing that's making me really sad: I got in the Drama Team, and I almost got the role of a talking, dancing cat, and on the same day I got the MRSM offer. &amp; the competition is on 26th Feb? some time later than the date I'm supposed to enroll in MRSM. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh. &amp; oh Dina's in the Debate team, so I don't have to worry much. It's funny really because Dina expected me to get in the Debate Team, while I expected her to get in the Drama Team. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cats are sick. Bobo was the first one, but now she's back to her normal fat self and running up and down the stairs. Floofy being her usual &lt;i&gt;manja&lt;/i&gt; self is the hardest one to consume the pills. Sigh. :&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to watch &lt;u&gt;National Treasure&lt;/u&gt; with Aida, Iffa, Amir &amp; Syazril. The movie was good. &amp; newsflash: yesterday I even go out wearing all black with my scene pink belt. OmgzzZZZSz So TTDI! teehee. Ok. Wait what. These TTDI girls are bugging me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are aching still, thanks to the VI Treasure Hunt. For full report, please read &lt;a href="http://dinasaurousrex.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dina&lt;/a&gt;'s blog thank you. All I could remember is running, walking, LRT, taxi, and KL. And the stupid candle riddle. On the way back to DU, Aida, Marxha and I were in the same taxi and Marxha told us how most of the TTDI Malays are racists, and doesn't dare to mix with the Chinese. She added how she feels great to be in DU because there's no racism in here. Oh well I don't know what to say but come to think of it, (based on my observation in myspace) there's no pictures of the TTDI Malay girls with any Chinese, hoh? And come to think of it, most of the DU kids are waaay behind. Most of them just discovered friendster. XD I'm deleting most of my myspace friends in which I add them just for the sake of knowing the other school's life. Ya. I'm tired of myspace already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to The Stills and Mew kick again. I can't wait for their new album which will come out some time this year! :D &amp; not to mention how I am amused at all the new pictures in &lt;a href="http://www.thestills.net"&gt;thestills.net&lt;/a&gt;. Tim Fletcher is so amusing in the raccoon hat. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110784520186998829?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110784520186998829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110784520186998829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110784520186998829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110784520186998829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/02/youll-be-selling-lemonades.html' title='you&apos;ll be selling lemonades. '/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110632579154740769</id><published>2005-01-22T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T00:43:11.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; the plot to blow up the eiffel tower ; sometimes i wish i'd lost a leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;School has never been this busy before! Now I know why they told me to enjoy Form 3 because Form 4 is one hell of a year (eventhough I've just gone through like 2 or 3 weeks of it. Yes I lost count of the time, nyaha). I don't even have time to read the current book I'm reading, &lt;u&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/u&gt; by Arthur Niffeneger now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of homework to do. Biology, Add Maths, Add Maths by Mrs Dhillion, EST (English In Science &amp; Technology), and probably more that I can't remember. Sigh. Not to mention that I actually lost my first film roll of my Colorsplash!! I didn't even develop it and now it's all wasted. Oh those precious shots :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. This Monday will be the results of the Drama Team, I think. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;This Monday will be the day of me &amp; Dina fighting against each other. Just for the sake of the english debate team. The title is "&lt;i&gt;Examination is no measure for a man's intelligence&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahahhahahahahhaha I can't imagine me fighting against her. We might end up smiling and laughing to each other. &lt;br /&gt;With all the MSN conversations about YAOINESS. XDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;"I think you are 99.9% wrong... I don't agree 65% of your statement..." IT'LL BE L VERSUS L VERSUS. UH. YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;DEATH NOTE TALK&lt;/u&gt; pg53. EVIL RAITO IS BACK YAYAYAYAYYAYA. pg54. EVIL RAITO IS THE SMARTEST EVIL RAITO EVER YAYAYAYAY eventhough it's not being translated yet but damn Raito you're so smart please be my husband kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is probably the second time I watched Hitz.TV's Blast Off. I still think that most of the bands there are ridiculous (including Frequency Cannon, sorry! But maybe I'm being biased and saying like omg wtf are you guys doing on hitz.TV?? That's a shame! But you guys are good. It's just, nyeh, why???). The best part is when the all-girl band, White ROse or something got eliminated. I mean, you know, anyone who covers Avril Lavigne = off. And the fact that the vocalist was trying to be all jumpy but she can't sing properly like that! It'll be better if she stays still, you know. &lt;br&gt; So anyway, the first band that performed today was one of the bands that I hate. Superfriends. I mean, what??? &amp; they keep covering songs that have Amy Lee. Amy Lee = off as well. Not to mention that most of the girls there look like they're off to clubbing instead of a "supposedly" gig. &lt;br /&gt;ps: I just checked their bio in the official site of Blast Off. &lt;i&gt;Music genre: Top 40s Music.&lt;/i&gt; WTF?!? I'm going to talk to teh George about this nyahahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;But there's one band that I'm supporting, and the reasons are pretty much biased as well, heh. &lt;u&gt;Media Puppets&lt;/u&gt;. The vocalist is Nazreena's brother! He was always there to perform at almost every Battle Of The Bands, and when they held it at DU once, I think his band sang Radiohead's Creep &amp; one original song. Hah. Today he performed Muse's Time Is Running Out and I'm going to meet Nazreena and say, "your brother scares me."&lt;br /&gt;Okay, add another reason to support them. They wore ties today. On proper black shirts. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110632579154740769?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110632579154740769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110632579154740769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110632579154740769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110632579154740769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/01/music-plot-to-blow-up-eiffel-tower.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110561525001423581</id><published>2005-01-13T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T19:20:50.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(kinda) x-posted to lj</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; mae ; all deliberate speed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="jusify"&gt;I need money to: &lt;br&gt; &lt;li&gt; buy a few black A4 papers&lt;br&gt; &lt;li&gt; photostat the Add Maths text book answer sheets for Ee Ven (because we're cheaters. Muahah)&lt;br&gt; &lt;li&gt; pay RM8.80 for some Malay work book or something&lt;br&gt; &lt;li&gt; develop the first film roll of my Colorsplash ever&lt;br&gt; &lt;li&gt; buy another burger during recess tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I GOT A LOMO HEHEHE COLOURSPLASH HEHEH DINA AND _____ISAWESOME EHEEHE woops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; I am probably the only person here who didn't get any letter from any boarding school. GO ME. Yes I am happy, but a little bit dissapointed. But I don't want mother to waste 800++$$ ka-chings just to make sure I could feel comfortable there. But this is just the government's boarding school, though. I don't know about MRSM (but I doubt I could get any, so, it's okay! YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please remind me why am I taking Biology in the first place? Or why am I taking pure science when I often get a B for science in my past school years and how I really hate science? I should better off be in an art class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first photography club meeting was so hilarious. There were seven of us, the Form 4s {Dina, me, Han Lim, Aqilah, Nadhirah, Muneerah, Syahirah}. So, okay, Dina said how there were no F4s for last year, but this year there's this group of chinese seniors who I've never seen before waiting for the club's teacher, as well. Dina said they were not even in the club last year. But, anyways, when the teacher came in, he said he had to take care of 3 clubs: Photography, Maintenance, &amp; IT. He had his Maintenance boys with him, so he decided to merge those three clubs because it'll be easier for him and there's not a lot of people. So when we sat behind, the chinese group were giving us some stupid stares and shit, like we're aliens who are not supposed to be here (when most of us Form 4s were in the club since, hmm, 2 years ago?). &lt;br /&gt;So like other first meetings, we decided to choose our president and stuff. The chinese group decided to choose among their own, when suddenly the boys from Maintenance Club decided to negotiate with us (prolly because they're not close with the other Form 5 group? heh. most of the boys are Chinese), so most of the posts were taken up by us Form 4s and the Maintenance Club XDDD There's one time when me &amp; Dina felt a bit sad for the other seniors, so when we voted for one of them, Peng Guan (I think) screamed out "PEMBELOT!!" towards us HAHA XD After the voting finished, some of the girls from the new chinese group decided to left and when teacher asked them to write their name, they said, "no, it's okay." So they lied when teacher asked whether they joined the club for the sake of taking pictures because they just want all the posts but NEVAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;When it's the time for the Maintenance Club's president and all, we stayed behind and watched them vote. Our president ended up being their lowest AJK XDD When us Form 4s wanted to leave, Peng Guan called us and asked our name. Dina introduced, "this is Muneerah, Nadhirah, Syahirah.." Peng Guan: "waaaah why got a lot of Rah one?" XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first meeting of the Interact Club 2005 YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people joining LEO so they could end up wearing that ugly purple &amp; yellow vest???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110561525001423581?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110561525001423581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110561525001423581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110561525001423581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110561525001423581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/01/kinda-x-posted-to-lj.html' title='(kinda) x-posted to lj'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110525471559778030</id><published>2005-01-09T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T15:11:55.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hang around and i'm paranoid. </title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Ambulance LTD ; Primitive (The Way I Treated You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am amazed at the fact that I have 716510 online blogs or journals or diaries or daily life notes on the interweb. I am obsessed with these things, and the day that I will not be is the day that I have completely changed. Right now I am too scared to use the usual, "the day that I will not [insert my habit here], it'll be the end of the world" joke because right now the true signs are already here and if I swear by that it'll be much worse. &lt;br&gt; But anyway, this blog will be more of an update for my friends, non personal stuff. Look that up in LJ. no. Wait. I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, first week of school, 2005: &lt;br&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; + I am in a Pure Science class, 4 Jati. &lt;br&gt; + I am taking 11 subjects, though. Including Accounts. &lt;br&gt; + This class is the almost exact replica of last year's 3 Cempaka it's making me sick. In terms of people. &lt;br&gt; + I am beginning to dislike a certain person, but because I have to maintain my social status, I have to fake my way with her.&lt;br&gt; + I thought I want to boost up my confidence when it comes to anti-something??&lt;br&gt; + I am sitting beside Ee Ven, but when Hui Lin &amp; Chin Min come back from China &amp; America, I might be sitting nowhere. &lt;br&gt; + I am not liking this class that much.&lt;br&gt; + Many people said I look cute with my hair. &lt;br&gt; + Quoting Hadi: Eh, why did you cut your hair like the oldies, huh? &lt;br&gt; + &lt;b&gt;WAS MY FIFTEENTH BIRTHDAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was, a riot, basically. I had to stop Brian &amp; Azmie from using my computer, and Brian took my latest issue of Utopia home. A lot of people, especially the girls went back early during my party, and the boys stayed late until 6. Syamil came, yay!I can't really say it's a blast, it's one ok party with high school uniforms ya know. Ariana learnt how to wear eyeliner for the first time, hah. Most of them are procastinators, but these are what I got:&lt;br&gt; From Aida: THE PINK BEL FROM DOROTHY PERKINS OMGZOMGOMZOMOGMOZMIZFNIGFADBSDSDU.&lt;br&gt; From Nazreena: A bunch of acrylic paint which I love and will use it soon :)&lt;br&gt; From Yi Zhen: A huge and thin silver (yay!) photo frame.&lt;br&gt; From Dina: Ok, at first I asked her for a notebook. And she came back with EIGHT NOTEBOOOKS that I don't know what to use it for because it's all so precious. She said she couldn't choose which one so she decided to take it all. That's very sweet, thank you Dina but I still don't know what to use it all for! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days before school started, I went to Dina's house to watch a crapload of anime. We watched Chobits, Juubei-chan 2: The Counterattack of Siberian Yagyuu(the fighting scenes are superbly done!!!), and NARUTO (I'M IN LOVE WITH KAKASHI ShufBUDFBERSDNB). I think I'm getting my anime otaku side back, yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, teachers.&lt;br&gt; BM: Pn Julilah (she's boring.)&lt;br&gt; English: Pn Shama&lt;br&gt; Mod Maths: Pn Cheng (SO CUUUUUTE)&lt;br&gt; Add Maths: Pn Gan&lt;br&gt; History: Pn Muhanizah (apparently she's my mother's friend. hoh)&lt;br&gt; Chemistry: Cik Lee (YAY I LOVE HER)&lt;br&gt; Biology: Pn Wong (in the first lesson, she actually showed us the third fingerfor 5 minutes. I thought that was entertaining)&lt;br&gt; Physics: Pn Tan, also the class teacher&lt;br&gt; Religion:Pn Salina&lt;br&gt; EST: Pn Shalini (Hui Lin won't like this, hurr)&lt;br&gt; Accounts: I need to search for a tuition class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something with my hair cos I still have the balding middle parting line thing and that sucks. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110525471559778030?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110525471559778030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110525471559778030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110525471559778030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110525471559778030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2005/01/hang-around-and-im-paranoid.html' title='hang around and i&apos;m paranoid. '/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110430702959826662</id><published>2004-12-29T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T15:57:09.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;STRAIGHT AS 8AS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYUWEEE&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is too happy for words*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110430702959826662?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110430702959826662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110430702959826662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110430702959826662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110430702959826662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/12/straight-as-8as-nyuweee-is-too-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110417062503951837</id><published>2004-12-28T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T02:03:45.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pmr results is this wednesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Sheila on 7 ; Kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So do you guys remember &lt;i&gt;Adrian da Silva&lt;/i&gt; of Channel V? He was the only male VJ of Channel V back then (as how Asha Gill was the only female VJ of Channel V, hur), you know, the one who kept twitching his face and always there on tv at 5pm, twitching his face again? Yeahp I'm talking about him. I have to say that I won't miss channel V at 5, and I would be there in front of the tv, counting how many twitchings he could do. Really. &lt;br&gt; So I stumbled upon a fansite dedicated to both Asha Gill &amp; Adrian da Silva (that is one bad ass name. da Silva. Da silva. Man he's da one wit da silva, yow.), &lt;a href="http://www.mydemand.net" target="blank"&gt;http://www.mydemand.net&lt;/a&gt;, and I remembered all of his twitchings and his bored eyes and his witty remarks, and then I found out that he has a band.  :o gasp shock omgzzzwtfbbq. &amp; he sings! &amp; plays the guitar! &amp; actually has Whence He Came in their links! omgz. So yeah I downloaded a track &amp; hey, it's pretty good, y'all. Like, really, ya know? like, really. Like, yeah. Just go &amp; look: &lt;a href="http://www.audiotraffic.net" target="blank"&gt;audiotraffic&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I admit, he caught my eye with his boyish charm, lalala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, okay, doodz, really, I can't help noticing how pointless my blog can be. I mean, lik, ya knoe. Ok. UHm. Like. Yun's, for example. At least she has some guy to write about! I mean I do have some guys to write about but when I write about it I tend to write crappy things about it in which I had been trying to avoid from really, and look at Patricia, she has someone to talk about too! &amp; George. Well. George. Uhm. Well. At least he hang out with his friends alot. &amp; what do I write about? Stuff!&lt;br&gt; George asked me one time: are you always this happy?&lt;br&gt; The answer is, G:Blame it on blogger. &lt;br&gt; &amp; I can't write properly now! Damn you Sheila On 7! you make me all bouncy &amp; making me keep standing &amp; sitting down! You know my brother would freak out if I keep doing this for an hour (in which I did)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.narutofan.com/image/?view=image&amp;id=Nintendo%20DS&amp;image=1"&gt;Holy game!&lt;/a&gt; A game with Raito &amp; Ryuuku in it! But how do they fight? Really. What, Raito writing down their name so they'll get heart attack soon? Ryuuku throwing apples? Ryuuku throwing Raito or vice versa? How how how?? Now I feel like wanting a Nintendo DS just to play this game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tsunami thing scares me. People saying how it's gonna be the end of the world scares me too. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110417062503951837?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110417062503951837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110417062503951837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110417062503951837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110417062503951837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/12/pmr-results-is-this-wednesday.html' title='pmr results is this wednesday.'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110399928296622388</id><published>2004-12-26T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T02:35:54.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; The Rapture ; House Of Jealous Lovers (live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok when is the real date? They should announce it on the news, you know, ala Hari Raya, except they will have Pn Salmah sitting there &amp; saying, "&lt;i&gt;Ok murid-murid, esok results PMR keluar. Kalau kamu dapat kurang daripada 6A dan masuk arts stream, saya tak tahu apa nak buat dengan kamu.&lt;/i&gt;" PFSSSH I so know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my haircut is all cute &amp; ok, but it's not exactly like how I wanted it to be. I wanted to have a boyish cut behind, long hair at the front, &amp; also a fringe to hide my (balding, haha) middle parting. It's a little bit slanting, but it's not obvious enough. I have a small fringe, &amp; the middle parting is still there. Sigh. I can cover it, but of course, I will have a very long fringe that reaches my chin instead. &amp; you know it's not good to see your scalp!!! I'm gonna go &amp; buy some wax &amp; gonna wax my hair up. ya knoe with an E. Mother said I look taller &amp; slimmer with this hair. I'm getting the hang of it, Wee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Christmas. Hmm. I don't celebrate Christmas of course, but we had a family gathering since one of my aunts &amp; uncles are going to Mecca soon. &amp; I am really tired because I had to stop little kids from destroying my cat's cages! One cage's door was broken, but my brother managed to fix it. Buchi &amp; Pablo ran out, while the rest was cuddling behind with all the little kids kicking the cage. They're still scared now. ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manga talk: Death Note action is back! Well, after all the long talks (it's not a really big problem, really, it's just that it gets monophonic. &amp; it's about companies!) now they're back with L &amp; Raito on a helicopter! Ok. They shouldn't have drag that company bit. Dina said that probably they won't bring back the homocidal Raito, but Ryuuk will be back, though. ]: &amp; I don't know what's going to happen next but thank goodness Matsuda-san is saved from the Higuchi's shinigami eyes! I don't want Matsuda to die, he's too precious. :x Death Note won't be a long manga series, no, unless the scriptwriter has a crapload of amazing ideas, except it's not long talks about Kira's killing theories. Meh. &lt;br /&gt;Chapter 51: OMG L EATING A BANANA HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, once it's finished, it will be DEATH NOTE TEH ANIME WEEEEEEEE. ok. &lt;br /&gt;Best Death Note icon ever: &lt;img src="http://www.livejournal.com/userpic/21091575/1158459"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/death_note/183747.html"&gt;I WANT THIS DEATH NOTE MUG AAAAAH&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arcade Fire - Funeral is the album of the year on &lt;a href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/" target="blank"&gt;Pitchfork&lt;/a&gt;(eventhough I kind of dislike Pitchfork at some point) &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.tinymixtapes.com" target="blank"&gt;Tiny Mix Tapes&lt;/a&gt;. Wooh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110399928296622388?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110399928296622388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110399928296622388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110399928296622388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110399928296622388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/12/music-rapture-house-of-jealous-lovers.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110394612016070682</id><published>2004-12-25T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T11:42:00.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I cut my hair. Quoting Azim: you look very ol-skool chinesey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The dog behind my house bit another cat into pieces. I was really worried. My brother didn't lock the cats that night, but thank goodness not one of them was missing. I really don't want one of my cats' dead body to be put infront of the owner's house with the owner standing there &amp; say, "well, take your cat back," mockingly. (this happened before to a neighbour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. PMR RESULTS : 27th DEC : THIS MONDAY : OMG. (&lt;i&gt;ok now i'm not sure what's the date. blah.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My friends are so going to kill me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Seyreeyouslee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Merry Christmas, all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110394612016070682?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110394612016070682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110394612016070682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110394612016070682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110394612016070682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110287638317875465</id><published>2004-12-13T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T02:33:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>c</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Gwen Stefani - Harajuku Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seriously, I can't stop showing the peace sign to the computer, when it's already in peace. And seriously, I can't take this song. For some reason. Now I'm having doubts on buying her album. Meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm so where were we? Yesterday was Comic Fiesta 2004 &amp; it was AWESOMEZZZ. I went with Dina and on the way to the National Art Gallery it was so jammed-ize my brother felt like peeing. Haha. ok. Well it was cold as well because it was raining. When my brother entered the parking lot we saw Alyssa &amp; Salwa walking with Dina's wooden katana/sword! Hurrr No they didn't cosplay. So we went there &amp; it was packed! We were going around searching for &lt;a href="http://benkai-debussy.blogspot.com"&gt;Lina&lt;/a&gt;'s doujin booth &amp; it turned out that it's upstairs. Hurr. Lina was L! neyehhe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of cosplayers were there and seriously, next year, that's it, I'm gonna cosplay!! There were the team from Sakura Wars, two cool mofos I don't know from where, a crapload of Naruto characters &amp; also headbands, Kirua &amp; Kurapika from HunterXHunter!!, some girl from Inuuyasha, some as visual kei bands lookalike(waaaaa bishie Malaysiaaa @___@ there was one who is so cool with in leather. LEATHER. LEATHER. &amp; thick eyeliner. nyaaaaaaa~), some random RO characters which I will kill cos there's a lot, a guy in half bondage and another in total bondage ^^;;, Roy from Full Metal Alchemist, Chii &amp; the black Chii from Chobits (super ace!), and there's even Misa from Death Note!!! I think. I think she's supposed to be Misa cos she was holding a black book with Death Note written all over, except that she doesn't have blonde hair to go with. And she looks pretty grim for that annoying Misa. hurhruhr. There was one who cosplayed as Gandalf, and Dina thought she was cosplaying as JESUS. Hahahahaha omgwtbbq. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 8 doujinshis, 1 Death Note door hanger ^^ &amp; two posters (one for free). It was cheap, like, less than RM10 per doujinshi? Almost RM50 spent, I think. My cousin who has the mat salleh genes was there! Lolina didn't believe that we are related (I doubt most people do...) but he bought a crapload of doujinshis! I think he snatched all the doujinshis available. '__' I told him I have to save some money for the whole week, he gave me RM10 for me to buy more doujinshis!!! Whatthecrap is wrong with my cousin. So me &amp; Dina went around buying all the doujinshis and taking pictures of the cosplayers. I saw &lt;a href="http://www.theartofzid.com" target="blank"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt; at his doujin group's booth, and I knew it was him when someone called jiddo to him. I had admire his works so it was nice ^^ Except that of course I didn't go &amp; talk to him because he would think that I'm some freaky stalker maniac. Ya know. I *think* I saw &lt;a href="http://www.eisu.net" target="blank"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt; too, I think. I don't know haha I might have stood in front of him all the time when he was babbling like a spokesperson. Hurr. I enjoy his art too, &amp; he SHOULD continue Wargica. Eventhough there's Damansara JAYA instead of UTAMA. Yish. Damn that school. Hurr. Wanted to buy alll of YonGumi's, but, eh, money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that night I went to Afnan's open house again. Meh, nothing much to say, except on the same time it was &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sgtweenerarms" target="blank"&gt;Sgt Weener Arms&lt;/a&gt; last gig at Paul's Place!!! AAAAAH. Damn you Pitu, damn you. Ok well he's got nothing to do in this actually Hurrhurr. Hmmm now go read &lt;a href="http://www.slackerscomic.com" target="blank"&gt;Slackers Comic&lt;/a&gt;. George, I think you will like it. Haha. Ok now to find out what's so good about Full Metal Alchemist. &amp; to start drawing again!!! ME &amp; Dina is going to start our own group squeeeeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110287638317875465?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110287638317875465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110287638317875465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110287638317875465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110287638317875465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/12/c.html' title='c'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110249196051933496</id><published>2004-12-08T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T15:47:34.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout !</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Pinback - Fortress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hey dooooodz I have a new layout up! Featuring Geoff Rickly from Thursday &amp; a bunch of fans trying to molest him XDDD I did this after looking at my old site's layout that screwed my computer up, which was a Franz Ferdinand layout, but I decided to have a change into Thursday because I'm on a Thursday kick right now squee. &amp;. uh. I think I'm going back to kontrawar@geocities ^^;;;; sorry for the inconvenience! I never really saw all those annoying ads on tripod until my brother got a new anti-virus programme that actually allow ads on website. So now I'm noticing all these annoying ads on myspace as well. mmm. -_-;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG it's already December! I can't believe it. December means : last month of the yar &amp; PMR results. Ishk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My open house on last Saturday, Dec 4th, was fun. I really miss all of my school friends, especially the MEMEEEEE. She went back to Egypt during Raya for a long time, and instead of bringing back gifts for me, she gave us stories. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Beside the hotel that she stayed in, there's a 7-eleven cafe and everynight she could hear loud boom box sounds so she thought it was kind of weird. One day her cousin invited her to go to check out the 7-eleven cafe to have some drink, so they went in and instead of normal drinks they saw strippers and people with purple &amp; green hair XDD haha. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Egyptian women are not supposed to eat a lot of food in public. Crazy. :|&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- One day she &amp; her mom were bored so she decided to give her mom a concert and so she sang (you must know how, er, 'nice' her voice is) real loud until the hotel manager went to their room asking them to turn down the music. XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of people came, really, but it was fun nonetheless. Syamil &amp; Pojam came too, but they were a bit late &amp; couldn't really eat the spaghetti. After all of my sister's friends are gone, we head on to the park behind. It's been a long time since we went there. Azim followed us in the end. The house behind ours is uber gorgeous! Damn. The boys, Amir, Harith, Syamil &amp; Pojam sat at the table while the girls were making chaos at the swing &amp; the see-saw XDD I'll get the pictures up later after Azim upload it. :) Or you can see it at &lt;a href="http://pojam.fotopages.com" target="new"&gt;Pojam's&lt;/a&gt; fotopages. I LOVE THE SWING. ok end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sri Hartamas BOTB but I am too lazy to go. Heck, I don't have any transportation to go. I don't even know where it is! &amp; today is the supposedly performance at KDU but. Eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll be changign everything back to geocities.com/kontrawar, &amp; I am enjoying fanlistings now ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt; I SERIOUSLY want to read or watch Saiyuki RELOAD. AAAAAAGH. Dammit. But now I have to settle in with Death Note, &amp; that's enough. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110249196051933496?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110249196051933496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110249196051933496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110249196051933496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110249196051933496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-layout.html' title='new layout !'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110198037692316126</id><published>2004-12-02T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T17:39:36.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Denali - French Mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; First things first: Congrats to &lt;a href="http://eveningdrama.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Evening Drama&lt;/a&gt; for getting number #1 in the Humour category in nedstatics.net !!! But now you guys had fallen to number #91 &amp; get beaten by Gay Online :: Gay Malaysia. HAhahaa. That is so interesting. There is such Gay community in Malaysia?? Well eventhough I do have one gay friend (two, if you consider Raffick... but he's less queer nowadays. Nevaaaah I shall never play the queer part now!), but, haha. This is so funny. Hell I even found Sex Orang Melayu hahahahahaha. What the hell. &amp; even Lolina's sister, &lt;a href="http://bakasaru.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Moona&lt;/a&gt; is in there, ranking #188!! Wooooh. I doubt I'm in there, probably somewhere in 900++. Haha. Laugh with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence + crickets noises*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's pointless. Booo. -_-;; I have an uninteresting blog, shush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. I really like this layout. I really do. But I think I have to change it because black doesn't really suit the mood of my blog, you know. I talk crap with such exaggerations that does make everything sounds stupid. I mean, Bleh, even the last entry was copied from my open diary!! Yish. &amp; even the plagiarisers sounds more matured than me!! (minus the plagiarising part, of course. Heh) I have enough place to get all distressful melancholy yada yada, so this is where I shall rant about pointless stuff that is so pointless I just had to put it somewhere or I'll end up flushing it down the toilet. Speaking about toilets, Raffick's phone went down the toilet. AHAHHAHAHA. OK. MMhmm so wait all of you for my new shiny layout!!! After I have any idea on what theme I shall use teehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Pojam agreed on making a site, a review site, ROJAK REVIEWS. Haha. Well, that's not the name, mos def, because if we use that one we might end up reviewing about food, not CDs. Teehee. MMhmm. Tonight is Dina's Open House!!! I can't wait. I miss her terribly. Well it's more of her brother's Open House, since it's his but he suggested for her to ask her friends to come so weee. :) My open house is this Saturday &amp; I don't think a lot of people will come since I didn't really invite a lot of people &amp; most of them are busy. Or something. Meh. Smek can't come cos he has a gig, Popo may not be coming cos he has to handle that gig, meh. ]: Oh well, DINA MUST COME! Toodoodoo. Because I miss her terribly terribly terribly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, The Blood Brothers' new album, Crimes, really shocked me. It's still good, but... woah they sound more &lt;i&gt;pondan&lt;/i&gt;-er!!! :o Haha. Ok next layout will be.... DEATH NOTE!!! But no. Wait. It's a dark manga. So dark manga = dark layouts unless I take the yaoi doujinshi = all lemony. :| Meh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110198037692316126?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110198037692316126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110198037692316126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110198037692316126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110198037692316126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/12/music-denali-french-mistake-first.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110183415072097717</id><published>2004-12-01T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T01:02:30.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Thursday (With Jonah Matranga) - Mother Mary (Far Cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can't sleep. Yesterday I slept at around 6pm, I guess. &amp; that is bad. Really it is. Kids, do not sleep that late. OK Well I do not know what to write, except that I've been enjoying a current manga called &lt;u&gt;Death Note&lt;/u&gt;. Tooodoodoo I'm gonna cosplay as Raito ! Squee. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110183415072097717?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110183415072097717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110183415072097717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110183415072097717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110183415072097717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/12/music-thursday-with-jonah-matranga.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110173220036987889</id><published>2004-11-29T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T20:43:20.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>milk is good. </title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm listening to Pinback. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening naptimes are rare for me now; I usually had more pointless stuff to do than that. With guests that I have to attend but with a astrong refusal, I locked myself in my room like a hermit, like my brother, and I settled in with an abrasive mix and trying to finished reading the trail of searching for a sheep with a star on it's back, I had led my eyes into total slumber. It was dark, it was 3pm, I closed my curtains so I won't have to worry about my neighbour taking a peek (doubt he/she had the nerve to). I opened the window above my head so I won't suffocate. I closed my eyes as I had doze on in the hot atmosphere. My sister is not at home anymore, and that doesn't make anything better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually suffocated in my dream, or the state in which I decided not to let my mind wander off to dream land. I don't know, it was so tiring to wake myself up. The dream itself was disturbing. I remember lil particles of it, my mother was there. She told us, her children, about how there's 25 more days &amp; it will be the end of her life because she already have the signs. I was so scared, I really feel like going out of there. No matter where there is. Because in reality, mother had been saying how she's going to die soon, and that really scares us.  Suddenly I had to get off my bed and I had to make sure the bed is fully naked. There was this old man, he was telling my mother about dangerous things, I am not really sure about it. They mentioned about how something is living under my bed. &amp; that scares me. Scene shifts into my current body folds during sleeping. My head was on my left arm, &amp; i can see my hand. All of this is total madness, all of this needs my escape. I am not sure whether I was fully awake with only a milimeter opening of my eyelids, but I knew that's how I was, &amp; I knew that it's reality, &amp; I knew that I was dreaming. &amp; I knew that it's time for me to wake up. So i tried. My mind was in control, but my head &amp; eyes disobeyed the order. I didn't move at all. Everything was blurry. My mind tried to move my head, but it only gives bad aches all over me. It took a long time, I don't know, 15 minutes? for my head to face forward &amp; I was relieved until I realised it won't move again. My eyes won't open wide enough, &amp; the fan &amp; the chair in front of me began to dissolves, but it wasn't. It wasn't dissolving at all. My eyes hurt. I forced myself again, but everything was too heavy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head moved to the side and my eyes are truly wide open &amp; my fingers bookmarked the last page I read. I had a bad headache. i let the hardcore mix began all over again, with Converge as the opening, &amp; read on the last few chapters to end it. I really love Haruki Murakami; weak plots with good thoughts are his main weakness &amp; I like that. &amp; I like how the main character seemed to have a dreamophonic(is there a word?) sequence as well, meeting his dead friend, The Rat, in which the sheep had used his body as well. And I like how Haruki had mentioned everything about the main character's days at the house on the mountains, waiting for the Sheep Man who tends to talk without any spacing. I really like Haruki Murakami, he's my favourite author, &amp; there's no sarcasm here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the opened window? My cat appeared, the cat who has a crush on my brother. She hesitated on coming in, seeing how I am the sister, not the brother, but she decided after a lot of lamentation &amp; a lot of calling from me. &amp; so she went outside to the upper living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished A Wild Sheep Chase. I will start reading William Golding's Lord Of The Flies. I went downstairs and surprisingly, I felt really light headed. My motions come in a slow pace, I remind myself of Haruki Murakami's character. I had a nice bowl of cereals for my dinner. I didn't eat a lot today, just bread for breakfast/lunch, &amp; the cereals for dinner. I didn't eat a lot. I'm pretty much fasting by my own rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Pinback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110173220036987889?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110173220036987889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110173220036987889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110173220036987889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110173220036987889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/11/milk-is-good.html' title='milk is good. '/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110145603700218180</id><published>2004-11-26T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T16:00:37.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Jaga Jazzist - Kitty Wu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plagiarising thing is getting out of my hands eventhough it couldn't rest nicely in it. I doubt it could fit. It probably could slip out among the holes between my fingers, due to the crookedness. Azim's friend, Megat, has crooked fingers too! &amp; yet he can play the guitar. But no, wait, now this is not in the case of straight or crooked, now it's in the case of short or long. I have short, crooked fingers that doesn't really help much when it comes to guitar &amp; piano (but I am not interested in piano that much, so. But I regret leaving it, or not I could have moved on with the guitar. Sigh. I guess I have to sit behind and settle down with drums. If I could get my hands on one. Hmm... Ihsan teach me how to, pleaaase :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Khidir's dinner gathering thing &amp; suddenly I am so lazy to go because I don't have anything nice to wear &amp; I don't have any transport either. I don't know what to wear. I need to buy pants ebcause I've been wearing that one pair of jeans the whoooooooooole time because that's the only jeans I have. I am so not a shopaholic it's so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED DONNIE DARKO. PLZ BE MY SUPERHERO. ok end. I think I'm going to star a new novel soon because the one for NaNoWriMo is... eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing interesting to update anymore, except I want to let all of you hear this: &lt;b&gt;HOLY CRAP ALMOST ALL MALAYSIAN NANOWRIMOS REACHED 50,000 WORDS!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110145603700218180?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110145603700218180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110145603700218180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110145603700218180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110145603700218180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/11/music-jaga-jazzist-kitty-wu-this.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110111136334465976</id><published>2004-11-22T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:16:20.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you take my seat again</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Pinback - Concrete Seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE PINBACK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; Yesterday I went to OU to watch The Incredibles with Syamil &amp; the movie is great (Hello, Pixar love!). &amp; I bought &lt;u&gt;The Libertines&lt;/u&gt; s/t album. I have never listened to them, I just heard about the great slashiness of Pete &amp; the other guy's name, that's it. I haven't give it a full listen though, for some reason I can't. It's not that I hate it, no, I like it, maybe I'm just not in the mood for their music now :\ but &lt;a href="http://darilaut.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Marisa&lt;/a&gt;, you will like them. I just have a feeling you will. :) &amp; GUESS WHAT I BOUGHT THE SHOES THAT I HAVE BEEN WANTING FOR THE PINK CONVERSE SHOES WITH RED LACES RED THREADLINES &amp; RED LINES DOWN THERE SQUEEEEEEEEE. I LOVE IT. I REALLY DO. ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I have been plagiarised? Meaning, my poems &amp; two entries &amp; my blog info being stolen entirely without any permission or whatsoever with the theif claiming that SHE wrote it instead of giving me any credits? Yes, I was a victim of this atrocious act. It's kind of funny, really, a big thank you to the anonymous noter, I really appreciate it. :) At first, I was amused. Since she took my old yahoo &amp; site name for her blog, which was &lt;u&gt;Sleep Minutes&lt;/u&gt; without the s in Minute, &amp; she even made a banner for it. Aww. But big mistake, trucker caps or caps are a big no-no (except for berets &amp; Ihsan's cap; that's forgivable). My info was copied directly, with the playlist as well. I doubt she could handle Don Caballero's thunderous drummings &amp; distorted guitars and actually keen enough on the local scene to listen to Free Love. Really. Except that she decided to go for a more sensible approach with the I want to be a___ part, by saying an engineer or something. Holycrap mulia gila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me wonder what I want to be when I grow up. I seriously do not know whether I have the commitment to write. Heck, I even stopped NaNo &amp; now I'm aiming to be a writer? If I decided to take one of the more preferred jobs in the society, say, doctor, I doubt I could either since I have no interest and it's not what I planned to do for a living. Doing something that you despise, that's what everybody else hates. Probably I'm going to end up getting a job at a store for the rest of my life, which is sad. Photojournalism sounds nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the topic, she copied. Yeah. It's flattering in a way, really, for a plagiarism to happen to my writings. At first I was amused at how funny everything is when I see her stating that she wrote MY first ever poem. Anyways, this is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fieldset&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;constellation of stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traces of your smile, I do still seek. For it shall give me sweet memoirs of the hidden love that we have kept so long. Kept hidden in our hearts. Holding hands, we'll repeat the words we have weaved with honesty and caring. "Nothing's going to make us apart," you shall say. You've allocate me with a pink pen where we'll write our pledge on shredded leaves. Never enough, we shall share our black&amp;pink stars on a rainy night. The stars that'll give us happy moments and hide the dark melancholy past with it's light. Constellation of stars with love, we shall made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - -- - -- - - -- - -- - -- - - -- - -- - - -- - - -- - - -- - - - -- - - - -- - - - -- - - - -- - - - -- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember traces of his smile. Yes. I'm obssesed about this guy. I don't think I ever felt like this before. For once I'm actually devoted in liking a person. Usually when I like someone I'll look at other guys too, but with [him] I barely look at other guys. Okay, so yeah I think I'm actually in ... you know the word. And &lt;i&gt;the poem I wrote above&lt;/i&gt;(WTFFFFFFF) has nothing to do with me liking him. That's just typical me, trying my best to write something romantic. Awin said my poetries are deep. Yeah, I agree so. Maybe I do have a dark melancholy past. That's where I probably got the inspiration from. No, I'm just pulling your legs. I've got no dark melancholy past. Well I'm bored. And Jib said I should work on my poem above. So maybe I will. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/fieldset&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah I have a dark melancholy past! Teeheeheee. My first poem is so lame! Teeheeheee. This is funny. Really. So Lina &amp; Han Mei post a comment on her tagboard &amp; the next thing you know, her blog is gone. So now I have 2 anonymous comments on my tagboard ala Han Mei &amp; Lina. But it's lame, cos I'm the truth. Nyahahaa. Thank goodness she didn't copy the layout as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write long entries about nothing. That's nice. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110111136334465976?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110111136334465976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110111136334465976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110111136334465976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110111136334465976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/11/you-take-my-seat-again.html' title='you take my seat again'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110088946918279015</id><published>2004-11-20T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T02:41:02.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; The Postal Service - Brand New Colony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;so what I'm lazy &amp; I copied this off my lj. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole state of Kelantan probably has been visited by my family. Our in-laws came for a visit &amp; we practically introduced the whole family that is scattered all around. My mother went through the trip with a bad cough &amp; a broken heart [&lt;i&gt;stolen&lt;/i&gt; heart, she claims]. If only she did not led her own emotions into one hardcore love movie then her emotional state would have been ok. We were tired, I arrived with one bad headache, Azim with a great loss of sleep. My brother didn't go back because he had a terrible headache (he has an injured brain, not the retard kind of way, but it's out of shaped but he is still okay despite certain numb feelings) and also he worries about the cats, while my second sis Ain didn't go back because she doesn't want to. &amp; everything was pretty much the same. The same uncle with the same open house on the same day with the same food. Our nephew gets a lot of pinching at his cheeks, due to the fact that he weighs 10kg when he's only 5 1/2 months old. We went deep into the forests to reach the supposedly closed ones. One of my uncles has a great garden filled with probably 50+ bonsais and also a small pond which he made by himself, including the bonsai trees. &lt;br /&gt;We met my father's younger brother, in which I really missed his whole children. They used to come to a different state just to have a sleepover at my house, in which we will play Playstation and watch Akazukin Chacha the whole day. But I guess now we're older so we have to be really matured, or anything, and try not to indulge with whatever we did in the past. But I didn't see any of them during the visit &amp; that makes me really sad. Only two brothers which I didn't mix well with. Wan, Ma', Iee I miss you guys (&amp; I have to say something. Maybe because they're mixed because their mother's mother or father is white (I don't know from which country though), but. Why must they be so attractive? and I don't know their real name, just their nick. Hardeharhar I am one good cousin).&lt;br /&gt;The last day was 1992's GQ magazines, cookies and plates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Seven Collar T-shirt's new song is good; but Ham should really stop calling me Bambino girl. &lt;br /&gt;3. &amp; no, there's nothing between me &amp; Pitu. &lt;br /&gt;4. I've been listening to Pinback the whole day and they're really good. &lt;br /&gt;5. I'm not a sweet talker. &lt;br /&gt;6. Right now I'm currently re-obsessed with &lt;a href="http://www.minekura.com" target="new"&gt;Kazuya Minekura&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://paper.nii-jyeni.org/" target="new"&gt;works&lt;/a&gt;, which is uber good. &lt;br /&gt;7. and that set me off to draw manga again. &amp; then it struck me how similar my drawing style is to hers ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;8. &amp; now I feel the need to hunt for mangas &amp; animes &amp; soundtracks. &lt;br /&gt;9. I sense lists. &lt;br /&gt;10. I'm going to collect films by Wong Kar Wai and movies with Paul Bettany starring in it.&lt;br /&gt;11. Yes &lt;a href="http://jiar.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Jiar&lt;/a&gt;, AIR ASIA sucks. I thought I was gonna die. I was praying a crapload of prayers. Haha. But I was hoping that stupid idiot who turned on his phone DURING the flight would die. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110088946918279015?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110088946918279015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110088946918279015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110088946918279015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110088946918279015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/11/music-postal-service-brand-new-colony.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-110037329347699171</id><published>2004-11-14T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T03:14:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dakara make a treasure sabitsuita XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Seki Toshihiko aka SANZO from Saiyuki - Solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; It's Hari Raya already !!! Squeeee. Hmm I have a few good &amp; bad news (probably just for me, because it does not affect your daily lives) but here goes for another long ass entry! Let's do it ala &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/geowongyt"&gt;George!&lt;/a&gt; But first, this song is funny eventhough it's not because I kept imagining Sanzo himself singing (in the black leather suit of course boahhahaha). That'll be the end of the world when Sanzo himself decided to sing. Ngee. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going back to kampung on the second day of Raya. Bah. I don't want to go back because it will be so dull and Raya is not fun anymore unless you're still a kid (physically). My mother's siblings and their children loves to be very judgementive towards my family, mainly because among all of them we are sop influenced with the modern life. I mean, hey. Azim &amp; I baked some cookies!! Well a crapload of it. Squeee. &amp; I will make an open house so people COME TO MY HOUSE on.... Dec 4th maybe I don't know haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I stopped Nano-ing. ]: My computer is a douchebag and because I kept writing the same thing again &amp; again now I lost the feeling of fun in it. But I do love the novel I'm working on. Probably going to continue write it, but not for Nano-ing. Sigh. &amp; then I found out that the ending that I have planned is very Vanilla Sky-esque -_-;; And I need a break because I'm having bad headaches and all. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm listening to &lt;u&gt;Gensomaden Saiyuki&lt;/u&gt; soundtrack nowadays. Sigh I miss that show!! Eventhough the animation was the crappiest animation ever and it still is, I miss it. Now I'm wishing that they sell any Saiyuki mangas because the artwork is absolute gorgeousnesss. KAZUYA MINEKURA IS A GODDESS. I mean, look at her &lt;a href="http://paper.nii-jyeni.org/scans.php" target="new"&gt;DRAWING!?!?!&lt;/a&gt; And the manga is probably waay better than the anime (uh duh of course eventhough the anime has some funny moments (who could forget the fake Sanzo Gojyo Hakkai &amp; Goku? AHAHAHAHHAHA)). But I really want the manga AND I want to watch &lt;u&gt;SAIYUKI RELOAD&lt;/u&gt; &amp; &lt;u&gt;SAIYUKI RELOAD GUNLOCK&lt;/u&gt; because it's the continuation and it looks better ^^ Someone should get me any or ALL Kazuya Minekura's artbooks because ahrgfngfvfdsvkfnv. When I went to Japan they actually have it!!!!! AAAAH WHY DIDN'T I BUY IT &amp; GOJYO WAS ON THE COVER!!!! &gt;_&gt; but we were moving really fast, so.. bleh. BUT STILL. It probably costs cheaper there than here. &lt;br /&gt;But other than Saiyuki, I want to collect ALL of Minekura's work, including &lt;u&gt;Stigma&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Wild Adapter&lt;/u&gt;, and others. nyaaaaaaaah. Dammit I miss my anime side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I still hate &lt;u&gt;Vandread&lt;/u&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Me &amp; my sister watched two movies the past few days, first was &lt;u&gt;Labyrinth&lt;/u&gt;, an 80's movie WHICH IS UBER GOOD. It's about this girl who has to go through a huge labyrinth in order to save her baby brother from the Goblin King. David Bowie was the king. Tight pants and all. My sister said probably he invites Robert Smith (The Cure's singer, fyi) to a tea party and RS is the Dwarf King while Thom Yorke is the butler (HAHAHA well he does have a butler-ish face &lt;_&lt;;;) and Bjork is the queen of Evil Faeries or something. Haha. But the movie is nice. I mean, Brian Froud is the concept designer hello!!!! Ok well yeah. Another movie was &lt;u&gt;Shaun Of The Dead&lt;/u&gt;, which is UBER FUN. BRITISH AT IT'S BEST. But I can still eat some McD's after that, hoo. The David guy is so annoying thank goodness the zombies ate him nyayaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hey it's fun doing lists. Mmm I like this layout, but somehow I feel the need of making a Saiyuki layout.... probably will do that to my webbie :p Ok after Kelantan &amp; collecting duit raya (wont get that much now. my aunts &amp; uncles tend to think that I am the one who's taking architecture while Azim's the one who took PMR. AAAAPFH looking matured is not good), I'll go collecting CD RAYA! Well. not the ones with raya songs no. gonna buy HEAD AUTOMATICA SQUEEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;There's so much new material that right now Rickly is considering releasing two new Thursday albums: a "really traditional, scream-y, heavy album," and a keyboard-heavy "slower and epic sounding" second disc, similar to instrumental acts like Godspeed You! Black Emperor and Mogwai. But don't line up at the record store just yet. The band doesn't plan on releasing any of the material until late next year. &lt;/b&gt; SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!1!1one!1one!!!! I LUV THURSDAYZZZOMGZZZZ &lt;##&lt;#&lt;#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-110037329347699171?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/110037329347699171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=110037329347699171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110037329347699171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/110037329347699171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/11/dakara-make-treasure-sabitsuita-xd.html' title='dakara make a treasure sabitsuita XD'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109969130287214958</id><published>2004-11-06T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T05:48:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Minmi &amp; Vader - The Rock City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Man. How in this world can this Vader guy rap so fast? And it's in Japanese. Man. A few musical notes to be made: Japanese punk rock + rap &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; American mainstream punk rock + rap. Really. Listen to me rap in Japanese: &lt;i&gt;OERA EAST something WEST something something something&lt;/i&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you something, I don't feel really well and I don't think I could finish the novel in this month. One: this comp LOVES to restart all the time. Now I'm becoming so paranoid, I kept saving the document after I wrote, uhm, a sentence. Two: Microsoft Word LOVES to not open itself. Three: My ideas LOVE to dissapear when I'm infront of the comp (but this is not a major problem, though. I have a huge notebook right by my side nowadays... probably going to end up writing the whole novel in it) Four: Someone made me feel not to and it's all so stupid anyways and it was purely sarcastic but I'm stupid like that so. Probably reached 6,300++ words now. If you consider that as alot, well, somebody had reached 21,000+++ already in 5 days :P meiteoh! Stop writing! You're scaring me now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro, Azim &amp; I watched Sorority Boys today. Lex Luthor (from Smallville, that bald serious mysterious heheh guy) wearing a wig, a skirt, a bra, complaining about his big butt, getting all duuuuude, getting fucked by his fellow lil brother... is kind of disturbing. But good. In that stupid American way. But. good. But. Disturbing. And all. And. Yes. If you watch Sorority Boys without watching Smallville before it won't be this disturbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Dina's shop and bought a new notebook for the novel. I miss her and it's nice to see her and her working and her getting all spiffy with the bandana thing and knowing that the whole shop knows her and stuff and I am really tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard .Hopesfall.'s new song from the new album &amp; the new .Hopesfall. is really new suck. It really is. I mean, well maybe it's okay if you just accept .Hopesfall. as any other emo bands but the problem is they're not! Or they were not. They were what, christian hardcore or something, eventhough I don't really like the sound of that, but you get the idea. I mean, ok, &lt;br /&gt;- old: They got that fat dude for guitar. Uhm ok well that doesn't really matter, really, but somehow there has got to be one fat dude in every band out there. You know, like Taking Back Sunday has one, Thursday has one, heck, even Bowling For Soup has one! Well that one is obese, to be exact. Ok don't call them fat, let's call them &lt;i&gt;overweight&lt;/i&gt;, sounds better. Anyways, so they used to have that &lt;i&gt;overweight&lt;/i&gt; guy who is probably the one who does all the spiffy melancholic harmonic guitar parts during their usual spiffy melancholic harmonic parts of their 6 minutes long song, or probably no, or probably responsible for giving the idea of doing that kinna thing, ya know? And the screamer (yeah, he was) was really good at screaming and he managed to scream for the whole song and it feels all violent but then comes the spiffy melancholic harmonic part of the song right after that. &lt;br /&gt;- new: THE &lt;i&gt;overweight&lt;/i&gt; GUITARIST LEFT. Meaning= no more spiffy melancholic harmonic part of the song. THE DRUMMER LEFT. Now From First To Last's drummer sounds better (but no they're still sucky, they are teh ultimest suckiest, I mean, look at the pictures in the &lt;a href="http://www.fromfirsttolast.com" target="new"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;! Man, they should have gone for some scene clothes modelling thing than making a band! But the drummer is acceptable, of course. He's good... I guess.). And WTF?? He's gone singing! Ok well that might be good to new fans, but, woah, now he screams like Adam Lazarra of TBS! Probably Adam is better than him now! Hell, even his hair has gone emo! HOLY SHMOLY. AND THEY DONT SOUND HOPESFALL-ISH NOW. Which was the main reason I've been liking them. Now it's all up to Envy. Japanese seems to do it better everytime.  &lt;br /&gt;So that ends my music rant of the day. So Hopesfall, I don't know man, it's not a good one for your old fans. Probably you could gain new ones, but, man. We were not waiting for 2 years just for this. We could get this anywhere. No wonder &lt;a href="http://pojam.fotopages.com" target="new"&gt;Pojam&lt;/a&gt; said that The Used beats Hopesfall. I mean when I first heard that I was like, woah woah woah no that's a big lie! But after listening to the new song... Mmmmmm. You could see the video here &lt;a href="http://www.trustkill.com" target="new"&gt;www.trustkill.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to sound all cheerful in my blogger, but believe me, sometimes I'm now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109969130287214958?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109969130287214958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109969130287214958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109969130287214958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109969130287214958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/11/music-minmi-vader-rock-city-american.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109941232922622920</id><published>2004-11-03T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:18:49.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally -_-;;;</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Modest Mouse ; Tiny Cities Made of Ashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Blogger's a lil bit faster now, yay! I had to wait 3847154 minutes for the create a new post page to open. &gt;&lt; Sigh. Blame it all on blogger if I'm updating less. So now it's already 3rd November. November's here! This means: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - End of fasting;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - Hari Raya :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - My dad's birthday? Well it passed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - Second last month of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org" target="new"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Yes, I am participating Nanowrimo this year. What in the world is NaNoWriMo, you might ask? Well it's a challenge, basically. To write 50,000 words in form of a novel in 30 days! I've written 3,507 words so far, and I don't really have a proper storyline. Ack. It looks like it's going to deal with imaginary friends, though. Or so it seems. I have to use Razif &amp; Alex in my novel, sorry dears! Don't worry you will have fun snogging each other in here still. Meh. I'm going to use Razif as the main character, but since I wrote in First POV, and that person is a girl, so... this will be hard. The scene will take place in Malaysia but it sounds American-ish now. But don't worry, local gigs with special appearances from local bands (that I do know haha) will be written down! If you want to knwo what's the plot, well, imagine The Perks. Ya it goes something like that. &amp; guess what's the title? &lt;u&gt;Easy&lt;/u&gt;. It doesn't have any connection, though. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hmm sigh I'm bored like toadally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109941232922622920?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109941232922622920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109941232922622920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109941232922622920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109941232922622920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/11/finally.html' title='Finally -_-;;;'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109881052617735546</id><published>2004-10-27T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T01:08:46.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Damien Rice - Volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok. After that um embarrassing entry, let's make a new one! Ok. I seem to write long entries that has no absolute point whatsoever, and it doesn't really matter anyways to people. Haha. XD Oh man. I just wrote an entry about Good Charlotte. Hmmm. I am writing more in my blog than my lj. I don't know, maybe it's that long hiatus that seems to be working on me. You know, that 30 days rule of doing something different and later on it'll be a habit. Yeah, it's working alright. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to &lt;a href="http://benkai-debussy.blogspot.com"&gt;Lina&lt;/a&gt; for sending me &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s (an anime/manga) opening theme! It's in my head like how &lt;a href="http://www.qandnotu.org/wonderfulpeople.mp3"&gt;Q And Not U's Wonderful People&lt;/a&gt; had been in the past three days. But seriously, that Q And Not U song has got to be one of the catchiest songs I have heard the whole year. Thanks to Pitu for keep bugging me, asking me to download it. Well props to you, Pitu, eventhough now I am trying my best to &lt;i&gt;merajuk&lt;/i&gt;. Have I told you about how I don't know how to act like that? It runs in the family since Azim herself doesn't know how to. Haha. And yes I forgot the english translation of Merajuk, but you get the idea. I stopped going to school when the official holidays haven't started yet. There's nothing interesting to do over there anymore!! And the fact that only a few people, those who I have no relationships with whatsoever, come to school makes it lesser fun. ]: From what I have heard, all you get to do there is play board games, not just any board games, it's Maths Magic! Yay fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote a long paragraph on how I have zero social skills but I decided to erase it because I'm stupid and it's nicer to write it down somewhere else. :) So I shall write this instead: Why in the world Q And Not U are so good? Best post-punk band this time around, really. When is MTV going to show Franz Ferdinand's &lt;a href="http://www.dominorecordco.com/newvideos.php" target="new"&gt;This Fire&lt;/a&gt; video? Because the video that I got off the net are really sucky and that video is so cool. I think it's the best video by them seriously. So Russian comic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Carnivale again. I do not want to miss one single episode, because I knew that I would get lost if I did =_= Anyways, I think that this story actually have the potential to a great series, if only it's not so slow and it will show more about the 'freaks' among the Carnies. I know how the story actually goes (oh the goodness of the internet!), and it is already good enough. But then somehow it made me feel unsatisfied at some point, which is pointless. Sigh. Maybe later on I'll be like how Shamine is, watching it just for the sake of Nick Stahl. But I'll try my best not to watch a series just for the sake of a fandom (uhh ok well that was different for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moonlight Mile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; because there's Jake Gyllenhaal, but that movie was good, though!) Sigh. Azim &amp;amp; I planned to watch &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Grudge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, but I doubt it could be as good as the original though. But I guess I'll have to see it for myself, despite Sarah Michelle Gellar is the lead role in there and somehow every movie that she's in is a bit slacking. Ok yes I'm being very, &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt;, biased here!&lt;br /&gt;Another movie that I want to watch: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wimbledon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Because Paul Bettany is in it! Uhm, ok so that was the opposite of what I said just now. Hehe. Don't blame me, Paul Bettany is one good actor, and that's the reason why he is attractive! Really. I think he's the only actor that I go for because all the characters that he starred as are the most interesting ones. Like in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Knight's Tale&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, he was a naked drunken poet while in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Beautiful Mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; he was the imaginary companion of John Nash! Yes. And now he's a tennis player. Ahihih. But I want to watch &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gangster No.1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; though. They said he was really good in that movie (psychotic power-obsessed working under a gang and goes around killing people? Hell yeah) and there was one really disturbing scene, in which he murdered his boss in the most gruesome way. And hey, &lt;a href="http://www.paulbettany.net/gallery/albums/gangster/stills/gang7.jpg" target="new"&gt;Paul Bettany in a suit&lt;/a&gt;? Mmmhmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This chair is killing my butt and Muse is ace and I should stop using the word ace. See, now this is officially my rambling ground. Lalala. I'm downloading &lt;i&gt;Sondre Lerche&lt;/i&gt; because I couldn't help noticing the similarity of his face with Paul Bank's, if only PB is skinnier. Haha. Hmm sigh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109881052617735546?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109881052617735546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109881052617735546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109881052617735546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109881052617735546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/10/music-damien-rice-volcano-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109872250165262775</id><published>2004-10-25T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T01:00:30.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GC, aka Guilty Pleasure. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;music&lt;/strong&gt; Q And Not U - The More I Get The More I Want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;OK, to tell you the truth, I am very tempted on buying Good Charlotte's &lt;em&gt;The Chronicles Of Life &amp; Death&lt;/em&gt;. I know, I know. Shitty pop-punk material that should have been ignored since the emergence of the infamous song, &lt;em&gt;Lifestyles Of The Rich &amp;amp; The Famous&lt;/em&gt;. But here's a confession: I do like Good Charlotte. In fact, they are the first band that led me to the music that I'm listening to right now. Hoh, shocking. They're the first band that I downloaded (this is before Lifestyles were on MTV, mind you. Well, two weeks before. Hah) and before that I was still naive about music, but I was wanting to escape from the heavy rotations of Hitz.fm. And I was obsessed with GC, especially with Billy Martin, the tall (and scrawny and paley and anorexicy and gothic-wannabe-yey) guitarist of the band. I was really obsessed. Haha. Oh man. I couldn't shut my mouth for the whole year and basically I've been talking and talking about them (and hey, at the moment I have tons of Thursday and Interpol and Bright Eyes mp3s already!) and I would daydream and I did a small comic about them being transported to my school and being SMKDU kids or them being our music teachers... Haha. That was fun. Dammit. Benji teaching maths, "Now kids, FU x CK, you *points to a student*, what will it be?" XDXDXD Or suddenly there's a student exchange programme and we get to live next to GC's house (well as if they're going to stay in the house for a long time). HO MAN. AHIHIHI XD FUN TIMES. &lt;br&gt; And there's the time where I drew them and Najat would write out a story on how they would destroy their fans (Benji jumping off and land on a fan, leaving the fan flat and with holes, so in the end Benji had to go to JLo's Slimmin Centre! and he became the next U2 model. Ahaha. Billy plays the guitar way too loud and threw the guitar and hit a fan, Joel sings badly until all the fans' ears bleed, and uhhh I forgot what was Paul's XD). AND THERE WAS THE BARNEY RHYMING: SADISTIC GC!!! Oh man Aida, Nana &amp; I are trying to remember it. It was funny. It has got to do with Billy killing Benji with a guitar or something. Oh maaaan, that was the anthem among us last year. And how I used to save all pictures of Billy into a folder. I even begged Roxanne to give me her GC poster and article (now where did that go? Hmmm)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sigh. So yes. I'm tempted on buying it. I actually have the first album (the very first album when Benji doesnt look disgusting and fat like now) and probably I might go and listen to it after this. Hahahaha. On this album they've taken a more serious approach (well, yeah. Kinda. For them. Ignore the bad lyrics haha), so... Or maybe I should go &amp; download it first. And maybe buy the CD &lt;i&gt;NOT&lt;/i&gt; in Rock Corner. Ahaha. Cover beb, cover. But the cover is nice. I mean, Billy did it so yeah. Billy still looks hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Uh. Ok. I shall shut up about this. And yeah I might go &amp;amp; buy it. Yeah. PS: the first album is better than &lt;em&gt;The Young &amp; The Hopeless&lt;/em&gt;. Huuu. &amp;amp; GC &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Simple Plan. No, really. Fo realz. Fo shizzle dizzle gahizzle. Eventhough the twins of GC tends to be ghetto. No wait that's only Joel. Ahihih. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So my mum is off to Mecca this Wednesday and she will be back on the first day of Hari Raya. Sigh. Maybe I could have time to go out during that time hehe but then No Money. ]: No wait, there's my bro. He always gives me money freely, cos he's just that nice. He always free the cats even after they were being caught a few minutes ago. Haha. He's just that nice. And at least he wanted and tried listening to a few of my mp3s, unlike Azim... she dissed Sigur Ros and here she is saying about a few songs that makes her feel like soaring high into the sky??? Yeesh. Oh well. Sigh. Oh finally she brought back the old radio and I can play CDs now yay! Cos the old one was spoiled and couldn't play any CDs ]: but oh well the old one couldn't play CD-R/RW as well. Eventhough it was cute. It looks like a rice cooker. Heck, even the name was Rice Cooker. I remembered during the dance for Justin Timberlake's &lt;em&gt;Like I Love You&lt;/em&gt;, everybody loves that radio and always call it the Rice Cooker until it broke a day before. ]: Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I need to buy more clothes! I seriously do. I realised how most of my tee is well the holiday type of thing (Welcome To Langkawi! I Love Sydney!) Sigh. Mum found an old picture of me, when I was a little baby and I look like a maggot. Hahhaha. I'm so happy nowadays. Azim &amp; I planned to go and watch The Grudge and to see whether it will be bad or not. Since, you know, Sarah Michelle Gellar. She might be alive in the end. And it'll be all sucky. Sigh. I sigh alot, I hope I'm not becoming like &lt;a hef="http://channeledopinions.blogspot.com"&gt;Adrian&lt;/a&gt;. He sighs a lot in Malaise forum. Haha. Oh man. I'm tired. This chair is killing my butt cheeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I miss Troy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Uh. What. What. I mean, hey, it's been a long time since I go to Rock Corner, I hope The Killers &amp;amp; Wilco is not out of stock. &amp;amp; I want them to bring in Head Automatica 's &lt;em&gt;Decadence&lt;/em&gt; because it's ACE. Daryl Palumbo at his best. And, hey, him wearing buttoned up shirt + tie. Mmmmhm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109872250165262775?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109872250165262775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109872250165262775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109872250165262775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109872250165262775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/10/gc-aka-guilty-pleasure.html' title='GC, aka Guilty Pleasure. '/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109843182366818486</id><published>2004-10-22T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T16:08:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; These Arms Are Snakes - Gadget Arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Yes I have a new layout, finally! I was sick of the old one, and it didn't really capture the eye, and since I found this snazzy picture of Interpol, so I decided to make one. Teehee. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://so-destructive.tripod.com"&gt;&lt;span &gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; has a new layout as well. I hope now it's accessable to almost everyone because I received complaints about the old layout.Sigh. I think so far all of my layouts revolves around: The Stills, Interpol, The Stills, colourful boxes and boxes and stupid musings, and The Stills again. Sigh. Oh wait I used to make Thursday layouts during my freeweb days. Huuu. At first I wanted to make a Franz Ferdinand layout, since they make me happy and they're my current obsession, but for some reason I couldn't live up to it. Sorry Franz, will do you later. Hah. That sounds dirty. But I need some psp help, of course. Han Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now for all the updates. Lately my days are so boring I could stick my eyes out and juggle them to entertain me. But of course, I wouldn't do that. Why should I harm my own eyes, because if I do I could not feast my eyes upon lovely pictures of Mr Evil But Wonderful Alex Kapra-- ok let's not get to there. Basically, If I do I could not READ. Especially people's blog. I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://unalivenotdead.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Patricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;'s blog. Sigh. Our own little (well not so, since she's taller than me) psychadelic 1/4 of the Crazy Madmens (sorry Yun, I forgot the original name! Le gasps :[) and she's just so psychadelically psychadelic. I'm liking that word. Psychadelic. PSYCHE! Anyways, I left out the comment code again. :[ Oh dear. As if people do comment. Maybe I should use haloscan's, that'll be nifty-er. Well no not exactly. I dont know. Do people actually read this? Hmmmm I think I need to use that number tracker thingamajig! Aight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;So the fasting month has started. Aight. I simply don't know what to do during this month, since my mother doesn't really let me go out (probably the only time is when I get me period, which is NOW!) and I might not have the energy to. Iffa asked me out to &lt;em&gt;buka puasa &lt;/em&gt;with Aida &amp; Aqilah tomorrow at One Utama. First, I am not sure whether I could go out till that late. Secondly, I am not sure I will get a good time since nowadays I tend to daydream A LOT. Ok well maybe that doesn't really do anything, but it does! I think. Anyways, I do really want to go though, since it's been a long time since I went there and I do really want to go out with friends. But I need extra money from usual (meaning: RM50++) since I might drop by Rock Corner to get my copy of The Killers - Hot Fuss. I'm not a big fan of The Killers, but their songs are danceable enough. Maybe it's because Brandon Flowers kept dissing The Stills for no absolute reason. ]: Sigh. But anyways, I do want Wilco's A Ghost Is Born as well! Aefbifdfdnf. Well basically I want a crapload of CDs, meaning a crapload of money, meaning a crapload of... well something.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I want to go to Rock Corner: to see Troy. No not in the "I MISSSS UUUUU" kind of way, but Pitu asked me to ask him something. There might be a huge possibility of Pitu knowing Troy. : Nooooo. That'll be so scary. In some way. One year ago Pitu kept bugging Mogwai's old manager, asking for them to come and drop by here in Malaysia, and in some way or another the Mogwai dude gave Pitu Troy's email and from there on starts the eternal email swapping. Wait what, no they're not in love. So if that is Pitu's Troy, then I have to ask for Pitu's The Strokes poster. '__' Sigh. *P/S: Pitu's real name is Piut. I just love calling him Pitu. Peeeetooo. Ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I downloaded a lot of new albums. Ted Leo &amp;amp; The Pharmacists - Heart Of Oak. This is ace. Q And Not U - Power. THIS IS ACE. Especially the song Wonderful People. Been listening to it the whole time. Huu. These Arms Are Snakes - Oxeneers or The Lion Sleeps When Its Antelope Go Home. This is ace as well. Don Caballero - American Don. Eeeeew why am I listening to this? Pitu forced me to. Ok well that was sarcasm (bad one, i suck at sarcasmistic language. Woooh I made a new word), Don Cab is nice. I've been listening to Pitu's orgasm (Don Caballero, mind you). That doesn't sound nice. Next I'm going to buy and listen to Pitu's sex, Wilco. Wait, that doesn't sound nice either. Sigh. Oh well. I need new muuuusic (no, this is not enough. Wahaha) hmm maybe I should try The Used - In Love &amp;amp; Death next. Hah. k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I love the MSN conversations I'm having that mainly consists of sex. Well. No. I mean, it reminds me Afnan's weird ways of touching people's hands! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109843182366818486?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109843182366818486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109843182366818486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109843182366818486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109843182366818486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-layout.html' title='new layout !'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109794187718126368</id><published>2004-10-16T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T15:14:04.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; The Stills - Destroyer(acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new mix. I wanted to insert The Stills - Of Montreal at first, since that was the old name of the mix, &lt;i&gt;The People Pretty&lt;/i&gt;, but then for some reason the mix got pretty uplifting. Le sigh. I'm probably sending this along with Ellie's letter, and probably I'm going to send to Marisa as well. If some of you want the mix, I could give you a copy. Give me a blank CD or trade with another mix, and I'll be happy and fine. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2004 MIX: I GOT SOUL BUT I'M NOT A SOLDIER&lt;br&gt; 01. BRIGHT EYES ; You Will. You? Will. You? Will&lt;br&gt; 02. THE FORMAT ; First Single&lt;br&gt; 03. DENALI ; Hold Your Breath&lt;br&gt; 04. THE VELVET TEEN ; Naked Girl&lt;br&gt; 05. THE SHINS ; Kissing The Lipless&lt;br&gt; 06. FRANZ FERDINAND ; Michael&lt;br&gt; 07. INTERPOL ; Narc&lt;br&gt; 08. METRIC ; Wet Blanket&lt;br&gt; 09. THE KILLERS  ; All These Things That I’ve Done&lt;br&gt; 10. CURSIVE ; A Gentleman Caller&lt;br&gt; 11. HEAD AUTOMATICA ; Mu-Shu Pork Empire&lt;br&gt; 12. GARBAGE ; Cherry Lips&lt;br&gt; 13. SHIINA RINGO – Jazz A Go Go&lt;br&gt; 14. FIONA APPLE – Paper Bag&lt;br&gt; 15. ELECTRELANE ; On Parade&lt;br&gt; 16. DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE ; Title &amp; Registration&lt;br&gt; 17. CAT POWER ; American Flag&lt;br&gt; 18. AMBULANCE LTD ; Stay Tuned&lt;br&gt; 19. THE STILLS ; Retour A Vega&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the power to write out everything now. Le sigh. I'm not going to school nowadays because I'm lazy and there's nothing interesting enough to make me come to school. &lt;br /&gt;MY SCHOOL'S MAGAZINE IS UUBER UGLY. OMG. I AM EMBARRASSED. &lt;br /&gt;Uhm. That's all, folks.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109794187718126368?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109794187718126368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109794187718126368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109794187718126368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109794187718126368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/10/music-stills-destroyeracoustic-i-made.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109740490181772813</id><published>2004-10-10T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T18:43:32.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Denali - Run Through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I watched Bowling For Columbine and it's still disturbing me until now, but it was good. Despite the fact that I missed a live show of Franz Ferdinand. &lt;br /&gt;Today I watched Sky Captain and The World of Tomorrow and seriously, next to Paul Bettany, Jude Law is my fave actor. &lt;br /&gt;The Rock Corner dude's name is Troy, and Meme kept saying Teloi Teloi Teloi after that. &lt;br /&gt;So Rock Corner have a lot of good CDs. I hate you. &lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream, consisting of Franz Ferdinand. Kissing hands what. &lt;br /&gt;This show called Rouge is the crappiest thing I have ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;That MRSM test was so stupid. Basically you have to be one bossy person. &lt;br /&gt;Oh dear the girl who stole my glasses was sick and couldn't come today. Pity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109740490181772813?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109740490181772813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109740490181772813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109740490181772813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109740490181772813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/10/music-denali-run-through-yesterday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109714426898515311</id><published>2004-10-07T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T18:17:48.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Envy - A Cradle of Arguments and Anxiousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I shall not say bad things about anyone, eventhough they seem to make me upset, but usually 40% of my time with them, while the other 60% would be them making me feel entertained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR was not as hard as I had expected. I was not in the total fear like what I had imagined myself would be in. Sitting in the normal classroom would be a factor (I could see Yun's head from my seat!). OK now time for the paper analysis! Eventhough we haven't do KH yet, which is tomorrow, but KH will be a-ok. &lt;br&gt;  BM: paper 1 was hard, paper 2 was a saviour. Oh yes it is. &lt;br&gt; English: paper 1 was easy, paper 2 was easy if only I have skills on writing a speech. T_T&lt;br&gt; Maths: I LOVE MATHS. &lt;br&gt; Science: It was a-ok, eventhough paper 2 was a killer. Especially the drawing part. But it wasn't that hard... Eventhough I made two stupid careless mistakes in paper 1. &lt;br&gt; History: amazingly it wasn't that hard! Or maybe it's because I woke up at 2am to read. But so far I got around 8 or 10 wrongs. Uwee.&lt;br&gt; Geography: I did a lot of careless mistakes that makes me feel like crying. But it's good enough for an A! &lt;br&gt; Religion: Uh. Um. Uh. Don't know about this. But 10 marks for certain is gone. Sigh die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had a lot of fun during the whole week. It's when Ariana holds on to the statement, "laughter is the best medicine" way too much until she's overdose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Meme, Ariana and I sat in the middle of the two blocks, and we made funny bird noises, which people mistook for monkey noises. It could be heard from the cafeteria. BAD ASSS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout with a raidoblog soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109714426898515311?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109714426898515311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109714426898515311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109714426898515311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109714426898515311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/10/music-envy-cradle-of-arguments-and.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109655718404287271</id><published>2004-09-30T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T23:13:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like you do. </title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Metric - Combat Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick. That's not good. Not good for my sense of smell as well. I aint swell, I'm very freal. Just for the sake of rhyming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm Well PMR is next week. I got the letter from MARA, asking me to attend for the &lt;i&gt;Ujian Kecenderungan&lt;/i&gt; the Saturday right after PMR. Sigh, I guess I could just not let go all those Scientific facts as fast as I could. Sigh. I have to bring the Answer Card but ohmyyay! I lost it. Haha. Go me. I don't want to go to MRSM, eventhough I do wish to change school because I am already so tired of this school. I wish I was still a primary kid stuck in Secondary School, because there will be no worries and I'll be hoping that I could stay together with all these people and will not get tired of them, or the teachers for that matter. i'm not really hating all of you, oh no I won't, it's just that. Well SMKDU you're a pretty randy dandy school but it's just not up to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just finding a more convincing cover up to the fact that I have to join a co-curricullum(sp?) activity next year, and I don't want to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Piut: remember. Sling bag. Not yellow in colour. Wait howabout we change the deal into the pink Converse shoes. You won't be considered as "cheap". Bohaha.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To Amir: Skinny ties. 3 for RM10. yeah yeah. We shall be Amir D &amp; Afi Kapranos. We shall set the trend. You follow Interpol, Franz Ferdinand for me.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109655718404287271?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109655718404287271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109655718404287271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109655718404287271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109655718404287271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/09/like-you-do.html' title='like you do. '/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109620902087111656</id><published>2004-09-26T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:36:53.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work mister work. </title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Converge - Clean (Depeche Mode Cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jacob Bannon's haunting vocals enwrapping the statement, "the cleanest I've been," this is one good cover. Or maybe it's the fact that the song is the only non screaming song that Converge had ever done. Hah. I have been listening to this song repeatedly, and sadly enough I couldn't find the original song on the net. What is wrong with joo soulseek?? Props to Amir (malaise) for recommending this song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick. Since Saturday. I have this weird habit going on, in which I will wake up in the middle of the night, maybe twice a night, only to find out that it's just 1am or 3 am, and that my aircond shut itself once again (but thanks to the small space of my room, the cold air is trapped and could not escape. Muhaha). So maybe I shouldn't really bother to go and click the on button. Or else I wouldn't wake up feeling very vomity. And you know how I don't like vomiting. So I've been walking around the house with my voice strangely changing it's range everytime, and trying to resist vomiting (yes I can feel it, it's not very nice), having a sore throat and bad cough and mucus overdose next. It's not very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly we had water shortage. Thank god for my sister's apartment! But it's okay now. I'm clean, and I washed myself thank you. But I forgot to take back my toothbrush from my sister's. -_-; I hope I have a spare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go to the TTDI library, but because of my sickness (and also witnessing the jetlag) Aida, Ariana and I didn't. Patty called, and persuaded me to go to the library because Hanafi's there. Hmm. He should really stop being the matchmaker of some sort. :\ And Dina, sorry because I'm sick. We couldn't go out and find for a job. Sigh. Now I really want to try out for Rock Corner, but age limit, age limit. Sigh. I'm becoming like &lt;a href="http://channeledopinions.blogspot.com"&gt;Adrian&lt;/a&gt;. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while on our way to UIA (because Azim asked for her colour pencils, her boards, 20 pieces of KFC chicken and more clothes. She rewarded us with her dirty clothes... -_-;) I tried to convince my brother to work at Rock Corner. Hey, it's very beneficial, to my mum (look! he's actually out at One Utama, in the social world, and working! OMGWTFBBQ!) and to me (the CDs. bohahah.). Heh. Imagine seeing him with the Rock Corner dude at Rock Corner everytime I go there. And what if he get his hair spiked up. O___o But oh well it needs time. Uhm. Anyways, while on our way to UIA, since KFC doesnt have approximately 20 pieces but 21, we decided to make it approximately 20 pieces. Except that my brother made it into 19 only. "One of the chickens were trying to get out! And it's a big one!" Ahihihi. The winding staircase at UIA makes me dizzy. And I was already dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for 8tv making it into Astro. Seeing multiple Vicks makes me dizzy. And I'm already dizzy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ps&lt;/B&gt; whateff Modest Mouse, Franz Ferdinand, Sugarcult and Dashboard on hitz.fm? oh well. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109620902087111656?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109620902087111656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109620902087111656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109620902087111656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109620902087111656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/09/work-mister-work.html' title='Work mister work. '/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109575957257902954</id><published>2004-09-21T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T17:39:32.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody told me. </title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; The Early November - Everynight's Another Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today I spent the rest of my day at school (other than drowning myself in the important facts for a short time) singing The Killers' Somebody Told Me out loud, which is a contagious song, and it has spread itself to my friends, managing to stay alive with different sentences that runs together with the original. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;somebody told me, that you have a boyfriend that looks like a girlfriend that i had february of last year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meme's version: somebody told me that you have a girlfriend that looks like my boyfriend last friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109575957257902954?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109575957257902954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109575957257902954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/09/somebody-told-me.html' title='somebody told me. 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I have been way too busy for my own good nowadays, and my eyes were set on the history revision book way too long. The proof of me getting sick of it is when I actually wanted to throw up, but due to my fear of vomiting, or vomit, or anything that has got to do with it, I didn't let go all of my wasted organic human batteries. And I'm glad I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Bad airwaves of constant worrying is filling the whole school. With only two more weeks until the second big exam, PMR, everybody drowned themselves in words that maybe won't live much longer in our minds after we had plunged ourselves in our selected career soon, or maybe we will just for some pure enjoyment of the education. Well definitely the ones who sat in front rows would do. I am not really making such silly remarks, but these are predictions and judgements from observations. Sometimes I found myself quite sick of the heavy studying atmosphere, so me &amp;amp; Yi Zhen would always sit behind with Roxanne and Li Khie. With them persuading me to draw with my poorly done amateur anime style of drawing, I did and they had gone obsessed with a guy on a paper, shouting "WAAAAH DAMN KAO LENG WEIH" all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Yesterday Lutfi messaged me on MSN, and it goes something like this (Forgive the pasar Malay slang):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: ey afifah&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: iye saye&lt;br /&gt;him: u tgh buat aper?&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: i tgh tgk malaysiee idol kenapa&lt;br /&gt;him: kacau ker&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: tak tak&lt;br /&gt;him: i nak cakap satu bender nih&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: sila sila&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: apa dia&lt;br /&gt;him: important gak arrr&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: sila sila teruskan&lt;br /&gt;him: eyh i want to say sorry arr yg aper i tlh buat&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: ha?&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: buat pe?&lt;br /&gt;him: okay actually&lt;br /&gt;him: i dgr some rumours arrr ennn....&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: ok&lt;br /&gt;him: so i missjudge u lah.....&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: oh&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: rumours apa?&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: ada rumours eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;him: some bastard told me lah&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: hoh&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: hebat&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: apa dia cakap&lt;br /&gt;him: ituh tak sudi saya nak cakap&lt;br /&gt;him: pasal menyakitkan hati anda&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: hoh :&lt;br /&gt;him: so sorry lah kalau aku cam sial&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: takpe takpe :)&lt;br /&gt;him: sorry errr&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: it's ok&lt;br /&gt;momo is proud of her crooked middle fingers. says: it's ok :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well yes my middle fingers are crooked and this conversation clearly shows that my mind always in the most blur state of... mind. But that's not what is important. The important thing is about this rumour, which might be true or not be true, since Lutfi might be putting up a joke on me or something. But if it's true... Then what is the rumour? Since Lutfi did gave me his ultimate ignorance with those accusing type of looks before this. I did persuade him to tell, but he said he doesn't want to because it's bad. So all I have to do now is to ponder about the rumour or whether all of this is a joke. Damn this is some scary shit (but it couldn't compare to the Casey cases, though. That one is pure mindblowing confuzzling. Gee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Other than that, I just missed another good gig yesterday due to the fact that my brother didn't really want to go. THE OBSERVATORY, FURNITURE, KLPHQ, THIS BODY BROKEN, FREE LOVE, HER REVERIE and LIED were playing. Sigh. I really want to go. But in the end I didn't really watch the whole Malaysian Idol as well because my 8tv was acting stoopid. And Channel V played Interpol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I got 3 As (English, Maths, Religion) 5Bs for trials. Just like my sister. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109547826833220042?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109547826833220042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109547826833220042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109547826833220042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109547826833220042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-scavenger.html' title='i am a scavenger. '/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109392113702621546</id><published>2004-08-31T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T10:58:57.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>music !!! - Shitscheissemerde (Part 1) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece of paper left overdue and should be sent soon, and safely without no return to sender's adress ever needed. I don't know what it will be consists of, maybe regrets, maybe anger, maybe all these short small stepped down memories that's probably enough for filling the whole empty pages, just for satisfaction. Sigh. I am not the best replier, after all. Sorry Ellie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days had gone way too fast. Small but fast running and flying cockroaches began to occupy the empty dirty dark spaces in my house, including in my bathroom. It was horrifying at some point, to see one creeping behind your shampoo bottle while brushing your teeth. It's either the season or the non existance of pesticide at the edges of the wall. Mosquitoes are the usual daily paracites here though, and they are still unwelcome (especially to come and drain my blood away. I know I have sweet blood, but there are 48561964146 more people out there. Or maybe it's because of my mum's obsession with green livings that always do photosynthesis. Wait, is that the way to spell it?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was at Dina's house. I love her house. It's not just because of the strategically place and the tranquility that surrounds it, it's the colours and the not so crowded fillings (no souvenirs from IKEA that probably clashes with one another, please). Of course, I could not pass my time with drowning myself in Geographycal texts and facts that matters for a few days later, but not for few years soon enough. Even Dina could not really continue on with that, so we (Dina, Sya/Ganko, Noelle, Li Xia and I) decided to have a great Penang laksa lunch with me scurrying around with Dina's digicam, taking various small attractions in her house including her chicken wire thing and her colourful shades of peache vases. Dina has two new randy dandy wooden swords, and I forgot to bring one back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since our study group of some sorts end in just an hour, we wasted the whole day watching.... &lt;B&gt;FRUITS BASKET!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; I love it. Eventhough we didn't watch til the episode in which Haru or Ayame appears, but it's okay. I love Fruits Basket. Other than that, there's the Yoyo Dance, the Hawaiian Dance and my dance's video as well, which was shot fully by a cameraphone and at Interact Installation. Yes. I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice is so low but it will go squeaky at certain and unexpected times, sometimes it makes me mad. But it's all okay, it's all okay. Oh yeah, Happy Merdeka Day. I have nothing else to say, except that my whole class is one big happy dying family especially for Geography exam, and History. tra la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109392113702621546?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109392113702621546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109392113702621546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109392113702621546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109392113702621546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/08/music-shitscheissemerde-part-1-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109340410841680140</id><published>2004-08-25T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T11:21:48.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Death Cab For Cutie - All Is Full Of Love (bjork cover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Casey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell are ya? the craziest thing happened to me today, I was talking to Tessa and I said I wonder what ever happened to Casey? and she told me that she just started talking to you again. So I got her to give me your E-mail addy, she also sent me a picture your lookin pretty good. You look so much different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have you been up too? I know you live in Van do you talk to Travis Bergman? I live in Calgary and I love it soooooo much. I am currently working as a live in nanny and I will be starting school in Jan to be a massage therapist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that would be really Gay if you didn't remember me................. But I am a pretty memorable person well I like to think so. KIDDIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write me back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Casey incident is back again. It's like Sophie's World. I told them that I am not Casey, but they keep on sending emails and saying that I'm putting up a joke or something. This is scary ok. Very complicated. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109340410841680140?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109340410841680140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109340410841680140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109340410841680140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109340410841680140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/08/music-death-cab-for-cutie-all-is-full.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109310589800589000</id><published>2004-08-22T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T00:38:52.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Dead Poetic - Four Wall Blackmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;THINGS TO DO AFTER PMR:&lt;br /&gt;1. cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;2. go to gigs.... if my mum let.&lt;br /&gt;3. go and work at +wondermilk if possible.&lt;br /&gt;4. go and search for dvds that i want for a long time, like donnie darko, eternal sunshine, requiem for a dream, and more.&lt;br /&gt;5. watch Paul Bettany's movies, including Gangster No.1.. if possible.&lt;br /&gt;6. get some money &amp; buy those cds.&lt;br /&gt;7. get some money &amp;amp; buy those threepointsix clothes.&lt;br /&gt;8. sell all my old clothes so that i can buy new ones.&lt;br /&gt;9. learn how to play guitar properly.&lt;br /&gt;10. pray to god that i'll get straight As and i dont get to go to MRSM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi I like Paul Bettany. He's an actor. He is in A Knight's Tale and in Master &amp;amp; Commander and will be featuring on the big screen kissing and probably having sex with Kirsten Dunst in a movie about tennis (!!!), Wimbledon. Which is a big boo since I don't really favour Kirsten Dunst but what teh loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I seem to like Alex Kopranos of Franz Ferdinand as well. Man, skinny boys with such matured faces in tight fitting black buttoned up shirt sure do something funny to me. Damn you Kate Moss. I even have this wallpaper (&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/franzferdinand/wallpapers/ffalex-800.jpg" target="blank"&gt;clickylooky&lt;/a&gt;) as my desktop, too. Seriously, his voice is teh sex and his eyebrow raising is very randy dandy and this is quite a shame for me to write something like this but, hey, check out Dark Of The Matinee video (&lt;a href="http://www.franzferdinand.org/video/" target="blank"&gt;clickylooky&lt;/a&gt;) and you'll know what I mean. My current ljicon is the Evil But Wonderful Sir Alex Kopranos as well. Yes. Wonderful indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I have a small crush on Lina's cousin who looks exactly like Padil but well a bit taller and speaks English fluenty and he was from SMDU, Form 1 - Form 3, 1997 - 1999, went overseas and didn't take SPM. Oh well. Lina's boyfriend suspected that we have some chemistry going on. Aiee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I screwed up my karangan. AHIHIHIH GO ME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109310589800589000?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109310589800589000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109310589800589000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109310589800589000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109310589800589000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/08/music-dead-poetic-four-wall-blackmail.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109253817725398346</id><published>2004-08-15T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T10:59:20.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My site need's a new layout!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to The Stills' acoustic!!&lt;br /&gt;I just downloaded loads of Tunes For Bears To Dance To &amp; The Velvet Teen songs!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to go and study!!&lt;br /&gt;Tim Fletcher's voice is lovely!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Thursday CDs!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe new site layout is Thursday!!&lt;br /&gt;Rock Corner sells Sigur Ros: () for RM80!!&lt;br /&gt;Rock Corner sells Explosions In The Sky: Earth Is Not A Dead Cold Place for RM80!!&lt;br /&gt;Rock Corner sells Rilo Kiley: The Execution Of All Things for RM80!!&lt;br /&gt;Rock Corner sells The Walkmen!!&lt;br /&gt;Rock Corner sells Wilco!!&lt;br /&gt;Rock Corner sells Killswitch Engage!!&lt;br /&gt;Rock Corner sells The Secret Machines!!&lt;br /&gt;Rock Corner sells more good CDs that I can't remember but it's good alright!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any money!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate science!!&lt;br /&gt;Threepointsix is my favourite clothes store whatevercrap ever!!&lt;br /&gt;Momoe's not!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp; for those who like badass hardcore screaming muthafucka nigga like hell &amp; wants to support Malaysia, please go &amp;amp; buy Cassandra's new CD from MEEEE so order from MEEE it's for RM15 only and I need 15 customers so that Jana will give me THURSDAY: FIVE STORIES FALLING :]]]]] &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&amp;friendID=2175255&amp;Mytoken=20040814195350"&gt;listen here&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109253817725398346?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109253817725398346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109253817725398346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109253817725398346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109253817725398346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-site-needs-new-layout-im-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109224156335336220</id><published>2004-08-11T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:26:03.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;music&lt;/b&gt; Fear Before The March Of Flames ; Fashion Tips, Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don't have the mood to actually write anything about my days or typing anything that has got to do with my current daily routine nowadays, and I'm rather thankful for that since trials (well, half of it) are next week. I lost my timetable, and I am a bit frustrated at this. Do not trust me with papers, I often misplaced them in a few minutes after I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal on Monday was very successful for us indeed, since during normal practices inside the class or during the audition we were the weakest performers among all, as what have I observed. It's either the fact that they are actually forcing themselves to do this, and do not have any interest in it at all. I doubt they do. What pisses me off more is the fact that we, the "stars" or basically the front row with the most actions of all, has well the most actions of all. And we are just the background singers. And while we were busy focusing on our steps and all we tend to forgot about the others, which are the main singers, and later on we will scold them for letting us down of some sorts. Maybe I don't want to be seen or noticable that much on that day, but it seems like the "stars" are so pretentious. Farhana gave off that hint, since she kept asking for us to have more steps and when I asked about the others, she would be saying that we are the "stars". In which we had used that term more than background singers. But by the way, on Monday the others had sang their heart out or so it seems. Noriman gets frustrated and fired up easily and somehow when we were supposed to encourage them, I kept thinking that we are just lowering down their esteem. And somehow everything  just revolves all over again and basically it's our-the "stars"- fault. But anyhow, it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to MRSM or anywhere else in that matter. In fact, by know I have developed a strong hateness towards school. Not because of the work, or the teachers, or anythign that has a connection with education. But people change. And how I seem to be picking out the worst in people and how that I am looking more at their flaws. It makes me feel all pretentious, and how that I am trying to outskill them in terms of personality. Right now I'm trying to repair all of the broken social scenes of mine, and my flaws as well, and trying to build up my self-esteem. And then there's the other thing: I am not very close with Malays or do I feel the need to. Two: I have 20+ year olds friends, and I'm very close to them. No they're not going to give me bad influence or however, they're &lt;u&gt;friends&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently my CD player keeps playing Interpol's Turn On The Bright Lights album. It's making me satisfied, but I can't wait for the second album to come out. Han Mei, I might give you Interpol and The Stills' after PMR or sometime before I guess. Currently I don't have any money for anything to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I like Fear Before The March Of Flames.&lt;br /&gt;My head is itchy. Pantene is bad, Sunsilk is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109224156335336220?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109224156335336220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109224156335336220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109224156335336220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109224156335336220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/08/music-fear-before-march-of-flames.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109178151152367537</id><published>2004-08-05T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T16:39:54.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a bit annoyed with certain radio stations, including a favourite &amp; tv channels that always call Franz Ferdinand in third person as "he" instead of "them". To Jessica Simpson's fans, no the song Angels is not her song to be exact, all she does is change the 'she's in the song to 'he's, and she did a bad impersonation of Robbie Williams. I am sorry, but he is too cool for you, dear Jessica Simpson who are brave enough to show how a bad wife you could be. I have a feeling that I won't be going out with Syamil this weekend, since I myself do not have enough money to actually spend on something, even a normal meal at Oliver's Sandwich. Today was very tiring thanks to the PE test we had. 3 years not doing sit-ups (I was bad at it before, by the way) and all of a sudden I could go 22 in 30 seconds. That's an improvement, okay. Running around for 1500m is not my exact definition of fun. Heck, sports is my greatest enemy. But Tennis is my lover so shush.Oh hi I'm a background singer, or as we call our group, Stars, since that's what we are haha. Thanks to the practice for Mrs Chew's retirement day, I am stuck with a Malay song in my head and now searching for an album consists of nicely recruited Malay boys &amp;amp; men that can actually sing with the most harmonic voices you've ever heard and the randy dandy-est tune you will snap your fingers to. Yeah, BSB &amp; NSYNC equals to junk food while Indigo, Shades and Innuendo equals to high class Hilton hotel's buffet. No I haven't eat buffet there but I bet it tastes good. I don't even know whether they actually have buffet. I bet they do. Today during recess a few FOrm 4 students came around selling us sweets and my fellow comrades around the table was not interested until they saw Christian following behind, who happens to be the German dude, and they started screaming his name and buy the sweets from him. I swear, he could be a good device for promotion of some sorts. While my fellow comrades that I wish to hide myself from because of a huge shame, I had a strong desire to ask him to translate, Ich heisse super fantastische! Ich Trinke champers mit Lachsfisch! and hoping that he'll know Franz Ferdinand and sing together. But no my eyes and hands and mouth were busy concentrating on a certain English Essay. They'll be selling those candies again tomorrow.I'm suppose to go &amp;amp; do my homework, but now I feel like listening to Mum (the band).Hey, Alex of Franz Ferdinand is very randy dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109178151152367537?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109178151152367537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109178151152367537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109178151152367537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109178151152367537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-bit-annoyed-with-certain-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-109007788419233818</id><published>2004-07-17T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:55:28.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't know what I have done. I screwed up again, basically, but faster than before. This is a different case. But there goes the saying, learn from your mistakes.  I promised myself (and also for all the readers, if there are) not to write everything in such an obsessive type of way, like how I did before (I looked up upon my old and first livejournal, and it was very very embarrasing), which is very immature and makes me look like a sad pathetic case. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; what else, both of them are ignoring me. Ahah. Grrreaaat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So I guess nowadays I'm being very unproductive. A lot of people have gone to Singapore for &lt;a href="http://www.baybeats.net/"&gt;Baybeats&lt;/a&gt;, thus making this night all the more quiet. &amp; some of these people are those who I really really want to talk to at the moment. It's funny realising how that I am closer to older people (and when I say older, they are like what 9 or 10 or more years older?), compare to kids of my age. Sometimes it could be because I lack interest in what they are upto or what are their main topics of discussion, but sometimes I couldn't just fit in. I noticed myself, that I tend to keep quiet at most conversations, and I just offer in a few words which did not make that much difference except to let them know about my existance there. The few (real) friends that I have I do really love them, &amp; I do hope that I get to keep them for a long time. But a few of themI have seen a lot of annoyance and I know that as a friend, I should accept their weaknesses and flaws.  And I realised how that they don't accept the way I am, like how I communicate with boys for example. I'm not flirting, kay.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I should have gone to Bon Odori today, but nooo my mother doesn't let me go. Great. I really really want to meet Lina, because she is like my sister, and it would be a pleasure to meet a friend that you have been talking to behind these plastics and technology. But then my mother decided to bring to have a walk, an 8 kilometers long walk with me tomorrow. I guess she is trying to mend our relationship, and trying to get close to me. I'm not blaming her. I know that somehow, I have made her felt very guilty or maybe not comfortable with our state.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I want to go to One Utama. I'm applying for MRSM. I don't want to go anyways, because I couldn't live by eating mee goreng for breakfast the whole year. I want to meet new people. I am really tired. Ihsan has the most cheerful voice I've ever heard. I think I should go and send an email to Hayli because I miss her so much. I got the zine finally, but I always skip my piece because I feel very embarrassed by it. It's a normal habit, usually my pride will be gone in a while after I done the work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp; Shamine rocks my socks so much I wish she is at my school right now. Ellie's writing a letter to me, yay.  I'm not in my best mood, but not in my worst either. I'm not sure about the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-109007788419233818?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/109007788419233818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=109007788419233818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109007788419233818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/109007788419233818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-really-dont-know-what-i-have-done.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-108954089833997248</id><published>2004-07-11T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T18:14:58.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey ya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Explosions In The Sky are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Well, kids. Nowadays. Scares me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how that under those flourescent blue contact lenses &amp; handphones &amp; glitters &amp; Meaaan Gurrrlzzz accent with conversations revolves around people that couldn't help but fall in love {oh wait, at this time it will be attracted} are still a bunch of sexist, afraid to touch the boys &amp; eventually fake the puking. Ok so they're 10/11/12 years old. The sexist thing is forgivable, the current state of these young'uns scares me. &amp; that's the girls.&lt;br /&gt;The boys, they are just plain cute. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Hey, have you had a party of your own?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; No.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Yeah same here. Parties are for girls.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that little boy named Christopher. &lt;br /&gt;Some way or another I am the host of the party all of a sudden, &amp; I in my evil way have made some games that actually consists of touching the other filthy species. It's for their own good, some time soon they will end up in the same bed with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so as a reward I have given a time to conquer the dancing mat &amp; play Dance Dance Dance Revolution. Go me.&lt;br /&gt;So well yeah I missed the gig, but I had a good time telling them the Scout stories of sharing your saliva &amp; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; So its SMKDJ's carnival, &lt;lj user=theresnostar&gt; / Raffick's school, my school's rival, bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there were the problem with transportation, but suddenly Fatin's going to be sister-in-law decided to give us a ride. So we arrived in total confusion, as that coupon selling girl told us the concert ticket booth {since Atikah &amp; Fatin do not have the tickets} were somewhere near the stalls but all we find is the BubbleTea stall. Oh BubbleTea how I love thee. &lt;br /&gt;So we decided to search for the goddamn ticket booth at the hall &amp; poof! there's Raffick! Since they were stamping on our hands, Atikah decided to be smart &amp; my stamp got smeared on hers &amp; they let her in without the ticket. Smart. &lt;br /&gt;The concert was a bore {no offence yah Raff}. There were the junior &amp; senior cheerleading teams, Minimitez &amp; Dynamitez. So the Minimitez screwed up a bit in the end. &amp; what actually gives me the shock is the fact that when they cheer, instead of you know usual cheery small sound there's the deep voice. &amp; I know, if I was a guy, I would be scared since there's this group from a slimming center which turns out to be a bunch of old chinese women with overly dyed hair &amp; tight half tops with their stomach bulging out dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you that boys in long skirts, sunglasses &amp; hibiscus shaking their butt is waaay better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there were this Filipino singer in which did not manage to pull any interest from me &amp; Atikah &amp; the rest, I guess. &amp; the sound system was bad. You know. RAFFICK YOU SOUND LIKE THE HEARSAY TAO DOOT NOW I REMEMBER. The all-girls band did not impress me. G Minor didn't, too. For some reasons. &lt;br /&gt;So basically it was not much. &amp; all they sell were food food food. D: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the ziine to coome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://btg.coming-clean.com/audio_rare_studio_tracks/hey_ya.html"&gt;&amp; Will Young + Hey YA&lt;/a&gt; ??&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-108954089833997248?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/108954089833997248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=108954089833997248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108954089833997248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108954089833997248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/07/hey-ya.html' title='Hey ya.'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-108831614862518098</id><published>2004-06-27T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T14:02:28.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEE OH TEE BEE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Two things I have to say about TTDI's Interactors. One : not good at organising. The botb was supposed to start at 11.30, but then Forget Me Not opened at 1.30, two : greedy bunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah pictures later because Aqilah didn't upload it yet. Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget Me Not was awesome. They played 5 songs, 2 Minutes TO Climax &amp; Algebra Love Affair was the best &lt;3 Me &amp; Atikah can't help it but we kept looking at the guitarist, Mukhriz. He has the most randy dandy retro face ever. No really. After they played me &amp; Atikah kept looking at him. The vocalist was good. Lutfi &amp; his gang made a moshpit at the side of the stage but later on they were stopped because they almost ruined the stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was Lutfi's band !!! The intro was Underoath's As The Sun Sleeps &amp; then they played A Static Lullaby's The Shooting Star That Destroyed Us All &amp; Lutfi was GOOD. No really. He was. They only played one song, because the drummer's grandfather passed away on Friday evening. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of bands played Incubus. One played 11AM, another Pardon Me &amp; another was Wish You Were Here, which was played by Hann's ex's band, Partly Cloudy. I have to say that I don't really quite Partly Cloudy. I don't know. They were like showing off. &amp; most DU kids came during their set only, &amp; then leave when other bands were playing. Blah. But the vocalist (I forgot his name, he's a senior) has a randy dandy cap. They played Switchfoot's Meant To Live. I realised that they only play radio friendly songs. Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this band who consists of small kids, I think they're Standard 6 or Form 1, &amp; they played Metallica. The vocalist was so cute! He has a small voice. The drummer was a girl &amp; pretty good. Props for them. &amp; then there's this group of Indians who played Iron Maiden I think, I don't know. They have three guitarists &amp; I think they played their set too long. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then there's the band from TTDI. Their guitarist is trying to pull off a Billy Martin look I guess. Heck, even on his guitar were LEVEL 27 stickers. But dayummm they were good. Their performance was good. They played Alexisonfire - 44 Caliber Love Letter (&amp; yes they CAN play the intro real good), A Static Lullaby - Love To Hate, Hate To me &amp; The Used - Buried Myself Alive. They were so goddamn good. I expected them to win. AJhidhsds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Fall, another grand local band played. The bassist was cute, as in kiddy kiddy cute, because he was so small. I think he's shorter than me! &amp; the bass was bigger than him! ahah so cute. Adib, the frontman, were testing the mic with a small voice &amp; when he wanted to say Hello he said it with the small voice again. Aha so funny. They really put on a great show. But Adib is a bad mic-swinger of some sorts. Adib threw the mic up in the air but then he failed to catch it. He tried swinging the mic but it hit his mouth. Ahaha. Before they proceed to their third song, Adib apologised to the parents who were there because their songs are full of screaming. &amp; after their set, Adib said goodbye in such a good manner &amp; in perfect Malay. So weird. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leaved after Amir's band because Aida &amp; Aqilah was not really impressed. I guess they didn't like it. Well, they never like hardcore anyway. Went to OU &amp; saw Zihan. +wondermilk has some randy dandy new homemade journals! I WANT! THERE'S A LOT. RM13. :( Went to Rock Corner &amp; the dude was still there, &amp; then he told me that they have The Walkmen (!!!) &amp; lots more. Rahsdhibfdbf I love Rock Corner soso much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my wallet at OU. But then I found it back, thanks to the Burger King workers. aha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of those excitement, I went back home, watch &lt;i&gt;Akademi Fantasia 2&lt;/i&gt;, dissapointed &amp; was sad. &amp; about EURO 2004 : WTF??? FRANCE IS OUT??? first it was England (ok doesn't really care bout them. blah at Beckham) then Italy &amp; Spain, &amp; now FRANCE??? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING INTO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-108831614862518098?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/108831614862518098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=108831614862518098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108831614862518098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108831614862518098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/06/bee-oh-tee-bee.html' title='BEE OH TEE BEE.'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-108816422671731485</id><published>2004-06-25T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T19:50:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I tried to upload my journal picture but photobucket is acting like a ho for some reason. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was so fine. I really like my teachers (except for some. My science teacher. Hui Lin called her a monster. ahah). My Home Economics teacher said our class was the only class that she likes because she could actually talk with us with no student teacher kind of thing. Today we talked about a lot oft hings. About her vacation to Ipoh, about love, about cookies &amp; cakes (aha). I can't wait to bake the cake soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess we have a lot of free time because two of our teachers didn't come, &amp; we ennd up helping Ms Lee arranging the chairs &amp; tables in the hall for Report Card Day tomorrow. We were the only class, &amp; again she likes us. :D So everything was so fun, but tiring. &amp; from carrying the chairs all around I ended up wiping the chairs &amp; tables. We look like waiters with our rags. At your service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically after that we were fooling around in the hall &amp; Ms Lee let us until school ends, because she is awesome yo. Andrew Y, Danny &amp; some other guy in my class (yes I can't remember my classmate's name. Go me) were sitting on the stage &amp; Noriman asked teacher, "choose a gigolo!" Hanafi said they're low-class gigolos aha. After that we started sitting on the chairs &amp; acted like being the parents &amp; the students &amp; the teachers. At first Patrik was Hui Lin &amp; Hanafi's son &amp; Noriman was the teacher. Patrick kept wondering off &amp; Hui Lin called him boy! boy! like typical 50 year olds chinese mothers / &lt;i&gt;cinapek&lt;/i&gt; &amp; it was funny. I was the ghettofied English teacher, go me. =D Suddenly we changed places &amp; Patrick was the teacher, Hui Lin &amp; Hanafi are the parents still but they have 16 children (including Ms Lee =|) all in the same class. Patrick told them that Roxanne, one of the children has a boyfriend &amp; Hui Lin began scolding her because she didn't tell her &amp; Roxanne was all, "Mommy! Mommy! I'm sorry Mommy!" &amp; Noriman was the gay son &amp; has a crush on Patrick while Kenneth was the gangster son &amp; kept hitting Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then Kenneth went up the stage &amp; apparently there was a Reserved sign &amp; Kenneth went behind it &amp; it was covering his ass at first, &amp; then he turned around &amp; did some poses behind the sign. &amp; after that Noriman went behind the podium &amp; started an auction selling Kenneth, who was still behind the sign. Aha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is TTDI'S BOTB! I'm going &amp; Aida's going to pay RM10 for meeee. &amp; this Sunday is Cheer 2004 &amp; I want to go, eventhough it means watching cheerleaders. I'm just bored &amp; hey it's free. My school didn't join. I don't know whether our school's team is still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-108816422671731485?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/108816422671731485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=108816422671731485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108816422671731485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108816422671731485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-tried-to-upload-my-journal-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-108797839767020999</id><published>2004-06-23T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T16:13:17.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I should update here more &amp; well frequently. Now I'm watching MTV Movie Awards 2004, listening to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, doing my tuition Maths homework, &amp; planning for a new layout for my blog ebcause this one makes me bored already. &amp; Christina Aguilera looks incredibly small it's freaking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Lindsay Lohan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of making a zine. I know I am a procastinator, &amp; probably could not get anything done at the fastest time, but I am planning to make one. I will make a site dedicated for the zine, asking for contributions. The zine will be name &lt;i&gt;Ampersand&lt;/i&gt;, &amp; it will be a collaboration work with my sister, I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Mei, I will burn your copy of The Stills - Logic Will Break Your Heart soon! &amp; I am going to burn Sheila On 7's latest album &amp; OAG's just for my darling Ellie. She rocks mucho mucho since she appeared in my dream. Nothing too explicit though, but actually tells me that I have a fear of roller coasters. Yes I do. Do not be an incredibly smart person &amp; brings me to Times Square to ride the rides (ahah). I'll vomit on your shirt &amp; then you'll cry it's your fault dear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or does gmail rocks &amp; a lot of people are using gmail now? Ellie is using gmail. Even Gabi is using gmail. Look me using gmail : &lt;a href="mailto:daysdaze@gmail.com"&gt;daysdaze@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. But no you can't register to it freely, you need to be invited. 1 GB ya know. Only two invites I guess. One already reserved for Amir komahitam. Heuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have enough money. &amp; TTDI'S BOTB is coming up this Saturday. RM15. That is bullshit man. ALl we get is aircond but hey there will be a lot of people &amp; it will be hot in the end. Even normal gigs are cheaper. RM10 &amp; hey look you'll get a free drink! I'm not sure whether I am going to support Lutfi or not, maybe I'm just going there to have a look. Aha. I only have Rm5. Aida's going to pay the rest RM10. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-108797839767020999?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/108797839767020999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=108797839767020999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108797839767020999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108797839767020999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-should-update-here-more-well.html' title=''/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-108757487586924160</id><published>2004-06-19T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T00:07:55.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results.</title><content type='html'>Malay - 75 A (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;English - 89 A&lt;br /&gt;Maths - 85 A&lt;br /&gt;Science - 65 B &lt;br /&gt;Geography - 73/74 B &lt;br /&gt;History - 77 A&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics - 75 A&lt;br /&gt;Religion - 80 A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed way too much. My sister broke up with Adi, thinking that maybe he's not the one, but she felt guilty though because this is her first time dumping the guy. I am so exhausted. I love my English results. I think English was the easiest of all. In religion, I missed a question which is like 6 marks. Shoot. but at least I got an A. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning the sky was so dark &amp; everything turned into a somewhat dark yellow. It was KH. We went out &amp; have a cloud-sighting. &amp; after that Pn Ng gave us a grand talk about love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to bake some cakes soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-108757487586924160?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/108757487586924160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=108757487586924160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108757487586924160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108757487586924160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/06/results.html' title='results.'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-108660715662457034</id><published>2004-06-07T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T19:44:29.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll all float on! alright already</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm addicted to that song. It's Float On by Modest Mouse. The guitar is so catchy &amp; it makes me happy oh yes it does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terribly happy today. Azim (my sis) &amp; I went to OU to go shopping with her boyfriend, Adi. She bought a bag at Converse, &amp; oh Zamir was there. His new haircut is definitely randy dandy. He's wearing a pink shirt. DEEPPINK shirt. Oh my *faints* But he's so skinny man. Quoting Azim : I bet his butt is smaller than mine! Haha. But his hair is so randy dandy. It makes me feel like having short hair. Like ultimately short hair. But of course I know some of you would squeal &amp; scold. I'll be dead by then. Haha. But of course, my mum would not let me. Eventhough I wish for bangs, which consists of a small portion of my hair gone to... wherever they go after you cut it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we stopped at Rock Corner because my sister wants to search for Muse : Absolution but when we got in they were playing &lt;big&gt;THE STILLS!&lt;/big&gt; I was squealing The Stills! The Stills! The Stills! &amp; jumping on the spot until some guy just walked beside me &amp; hand me THE FREAKING LOGIC WILL BREAK YOUR HEART CD. I freaked out more. Ahahah. But then at the moment I dont have any money &amp; my sister decided to borrow her friend's Muse CD &amp; bought 50 First Dates soundtrack &amp; would not lend me any money so I reserved it. For like a week's time. &amp; apparently that guy was ultra friendly &amp; he was wearing a Franz Ferdinand shirt (bonus score!!!) &amp; he said that they'll bring in FF CD this evening. !!!!! &amp; more good news (for me la ahhaha) they'll bring in &lt;big&gt;THURSDAY!!!&lt;/big&gt; Full Collapse &amp; War All The Time soon! WAgadgsdgsofnodfndfb Full Collapse : reserved for meh. The Stills - Logic Will Break Your Heart : reserved for meh too. &amp; maybe I'll go &amp; reserved Franz Ferdinand for like in one month period. Uuuuuweiieeeuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh he gave my sister discount for the 50 First Dates soundtrack. Nice nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; just now I went to +wondermilk but apparently Zihan was not there. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's it. Money Money Money. This week This week This week. Harry Potpot Harry Potpot Harry Potpot. Uweeeeeeeeiyuuuuuu yes I'm crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh people! I'm going to join the MPH writing competition. Come people, join with meeeeee!!! (make the gollum sound muahahah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-108660715662457034?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/108660715662457034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=108660715662457034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108660715662457034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108660715662457034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-all-float-on-alright-already.html' title='we&apos;ll all float on! alright already'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-108636770758874071</id><published>2004-06-05T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T00:48:27.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world idol voters should die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well yes there goes my very interesting entry title. Why? Because of all people they chose Kurt Nilsen, in which I think it's because of the LOTR fever because Kurt has the hobbit look, &amp; at the moment it's Christmas time. So Kurt = hobbit look = christmas = LOTR fever = he wins, badly. Of course, my darling (haha oh my) Pop Idol, Will Young, who happens to be one of those, "I'm gay &amp; I'm proud of it, mistah! Now come let's make out right now!" (okay so I made the make out thing cos uh uhm yeah) people, gets to be in a pretty bad state, &amp; of course there's a time in which the camera turned &amp; showed WIll Young closed his face with frustration. :( Willy Willy. But then of course, Kelly rules all. But I love Will Young more. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes a paragraph about World Idol. &amp; I think I should go to Aida's house tomorrow &amp; take my Will Young CD from her, cos I miss it badly, &amp; to miss about CDs is a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about missing CDs... I do have two CDs missing. But I'm going to blame it on Lutfi. OHhh yes that kid is so going to recieve a slap flying kick &lt;i&gt;memecah papan&lt;/i&gt; from me. Because he borrowed my burnt copy (thank goodness!) of Thursday's Waiting &amp; Full Collapse which was burnt by Syamil as my birthday present, with rare acoustic tracks, their cover of Sigur Ros' Ny Batteri (mm Geoff Icelandic), their special acoustic A Hole In The World. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; so he borrowed. After that he told me that MY CDs are at his friend, whom I don't even know his name. &amp; then suddenly after like what 4 months? a friend of Lutfi said he have my CD. BUT HE ONLY HAVE FULL COLLAPSE. WHERE IS MY WAITING COPY? &amp; BOTH CDS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE SAME CASE. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPEN TO MY CDS WHICH IS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT???? &amp; then oh because the CD is at him, so it's his. WHAT THE FUCK. IT'S MINE YOU DUMBFUCKS IT'S MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT IT'S SPECIAL TO ME IT'S NOT FOR YOU TO HAVE IT WITHOUT ANY PAYMENT OR WHATSOEVER. &amp; HEY, YOU GUYS CLAIMED THAT THURSDAY IS YOUR FAVOURITE BAND WHEN THE ONLY SONG YOU LIKE &amp; KNOW IS PARIS IN FLAMES WHEN I EVEN KNOW THE ANDREW EVERDINGS CONSPIRACY &amp; THE LYRICS &amp; EVERYTHING. RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know I could just ask Syamil to burn it again, but then I dont want to give him the troubles. I owe him a lot. He even gave me an old CD which he burnt for himself. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I need someone to go to watch Harry Potter with me, eventhough I dislike Harry Potter. &amp; damn you Amir (no not the school one, this is from Malaise forum) for watching Kill Bill 2 already. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-108636770758874071?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/108636770758874071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=108636770758874071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108636770758874071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108636770758874071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/06/world-idol-voters-should-die.html' title='world idol voters should die.'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-108588830004537059</id><published>2004-05-30T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T11:38:20.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cnotthruust</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;God yesterday was absolute funness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida, Iffa &amp; I went to OU to watch Shrek2 &amp; The Day After Tomorrow, but the line was so long we could not bear to line-up. It was before noon, by the way, &amp; we assumed that the line would be shorter in the evening. We end up walking around in OU, &amp; I went in +wondermilk a lot of times I'm sure the girl who was working is bored of my face or something, because she gave me a very weird look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zara has some really nice clothes, but it costs like RM100/200++. I personally like how they arranged the clothes. &amp; the skirts! The skirts! &amp; the shirts! I wish I have a lot of money. We tried on a few clothes in Somerset Bay too. I love the long green skirt. It looks like my red one, but it's in dusty green. Le sigh. So pretty. I'm in mad love with skirts now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC Tom Yam chicken is fantabulous! I ate a lot yesterday. We did take a few photos at the overly pink photobooth, in which one &lt;a href="http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v24/chokachoka/random/photobooth1.jpg"&gt;I look like I'm picking my nose but I'm not &amp; I look like an idiot&lt;/a&gt; &amp; two &lt;a href="http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v24/chokachoka/random/photobooth2.jpg"&gt;we were... uh control ayu?&lt;/a&gt; The instructions were in Japanese &amp; I dont know how to read so I was just clicking everything haha. The machine jammed at first, because the photo wont come out but it's okay now :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt watch a movie because the line was still long. But there was the Nickelodean thing &amp; we were watching. It was funny shoot. Haha I dont know what else to say, but yesterday Ihsan was there too! Didnt see him though. hahahahahhaa ok bye I am very lazy to write &amp; now off to the reviews for Marisa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-108588830004537059?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/108588830004537059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=108588830004537059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108588830004537059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108588830004537059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/05/cnotthruust.html' title='cnotthruust'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-108574673054448342</id><published>2004-05-28T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T20:22:01.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the kitchen door was open up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hectic hectic! Exams are over thank goodness there is an end, eventhough a short period of resting time, it's considered as enough for me. Enough as not to have to look at the goddamn books &amp; read about politics anymore (hinthint sejarah). I do not think that my current site's layout is very satisfying. It's so simple. Sure, it does gives you the curiosity as you get to click various links just to know me, but then it is very annoying, &amp; why someone who hates pop-ups like me, to well actually use pop-ups. &amp; the name. It's from my yahoo, but I also think it's very useless &amp; stupid, as it does not really means anything. I might be changing the site, again. I'm sorry it's been causing all of you troubles to keep up, but that's how I am when it comes to names. I always change. Speaking about site names etcetera change, I am in fact going to change my livejournal, too. But then now it's giving me troubles, such as being so slow &amp; would not let me sign in at all. &amp; when I do, &amp; when I want to update, it will display the cannot find server page, &amp; it would not save. I am terribly pissed off, since you know, I do still want to say everything over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was very tiring, indeed. We finally got to perform, as it was told right a day before the actual day. SOme of us were in panic, since some does not actually have the correct clothes as we have to change our costume. When it's our time to perform, something went wrong with the sound system, or to be more specific, our CD. It stopped when the second song starts. At first, we thought it was the AEC's fault, so we have to do it again, but then it stopped again. Thank goodness for Fiona having another copy, we have to perform for the third time but we'rethe third last performance. &amp; it went well! Ariana said that a lot of people came because of our dance. :) After the whole day, I was thinking of going to Aida's house to take back my Will Toung &amp; also &lt;a href="http://www.space-flower.net/headbites"&gt;Jun Kit&lt;/a&gt;'s copy of Will Young. But I was too tired to walk all the way, &amp; I was sweaty &amp; smelly as well. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to OU to buya Bohemian shirt, which is infact the new costume. I do have two shirts already, but it's small. Le sigh. Eventhough it was her day off, my sister Azim decided to go &amp; eat with her ddarrrlliiing boy, who was working. It disgusts me, terribly so, since after Azim have him, she's being very ... &lt;i&gt;jiwang&lt;/i&gt;? &amp; it's not like her to be like that, even when she has a boy. Now her current love, his name is Adi, is making her like that. I know I should not be worrying about some small stuff like this, but well... what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, while she &amp; her boy have a nice lunch break together, I head off to search for Syamil! It took me half &amp; hour to find him haha. &amp; him wearing that fake Thursday shirt. Sow e were walking around without no reason, other than going in Converse &amp; drooling over the goddamn nice pink chucks. RM75@!!! wodnsdsaodjoehre. I'm gonna buy it. After one hour is up, me &amp; Azim head on for me clothes. I love my new red skirt. It's very graceful. &amp; it's long. I love it. I am going to wear it someday, maybe when I'm going out with +wondermilk boy? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. I am going to make a new geocities account for my site &amp; a new yahoo account cos sleepminutes is lame. Maybe just afimomo at yahooo. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-108574673054448342?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/108574673054448342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=108574673054448342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108574673054448342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108574673054448342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/05/kitchen-door-was-open-up.html' title='the kitchen door was open up.'/><author><name>monopills</name><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-6945387.post-108470862704235567</id><published>2004-05-16T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T20:02:36.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she can read.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know, I'm suppose to go &amp; study but now I'm on the comp &amp; wasting my time away. I have not start studying yet &amp; today is Sunday &amp; exams on Thursday so I'm doomed. I don't know what the hell I'm doing here. &amp; I know that after going inside my room, I would end up writing, instead of revising. Tis is unbearable. I dont expect myself to be so lazy this year, especially this year!! Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously feeling like dying. &amp; why is the only days of Moonlight Mile showing during exams? I love that movie, even though I didnt finish watching it. Jake Gyllenhaal &lt;3 Today I bought Big Fish, teh book, because I didnt watch the goddamn movie, but at first I was torned by how my sister remarked that &lt;u&gt;Invisible Monsters&lt;/u&gt; by Chuck Palahniuk is too morbid &amp; she would not let me buy it. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I do have a lifestock (ok well exaggerating but what teh hell) supply of Diana Wynne Jone's, but I am not in the mood for fantasy, to be exact. Philosophically yes. :&lt;br /&gt;I should have bought Muse's Absolution. But I was shocked at the sudden changed of Tower Records. Whats up with the Chinese drama CDs filling the whole rack? That was scary &amp; such a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh, it was nothing serious, I am fine thank you. Eventhough I still got the pain &amp; all. Poo. &amp; my site has a new layout, &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/sleepminutes" target="new"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Very Interpol-ish, I have to say, since all the pictures were taken from their site. HEueheuhee. Oh well. I guess this is goodbye then. I am off to study Science &amp; History &amp; Geography, while the others do not need much attention (I guess haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I need to get the reviews for Marisa's zine done, &amp; then I need to make the mixtape list to give to a certain boy, because he's off to Australia end of June. :\ Oh well. Need to spend some time with him, if I got the chance. This school break, I guess. But then of course, I need to get a CD burner first. Le sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquitoes love me way too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945387-108470862704235567?l=forspeech.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/feeds/108470862704235567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6945387&amp;postID=108470862704235567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108470862704235567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6945387/posts/default/108470862704235567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forspeech.blogspot.com/2004/05/she-can-read.html' title='she can read.'/><author><name>monopills</name><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></feed>
