<?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-1170758366339799080</id><updated>2011-11-17T12:31:40.356-08:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='fade to black'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='naruto'/><category term='tales of the abyss'/><category term='personal'/><category term='sheldon'/><category term='tag.'/><category term='ino'/><category term='exams'/><category term='fanfic'/><category term='ichiruki'/><category term='edge of love'/><category term='neji'/><category term='music'/><category term='tag'/><category term='rec'/><category term='updates'/><category term='5 cm per second'/><category term='team gai'/><category term='life'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='ficlet'/><category term='byakuya'/><category term='travel'/><category term='glasgow life'/><category term='first post'/><category term='final year project'/><category term='pharm stuff'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='blah'/><category term='smallville'/><category term='memory lane'/><category term='lolz'/><category term='family'/><category term='emo'/><category term='anime'/><category term='sigh'/><category term='bleach'/><category term='fangirling'/><category term='friends'/><category term='unity'/><title type='text'>A Star's Fyre</title><subtitle type='html'>Each star in the sky represents a fragment of memory a person has. Some burn brightly, others, they just shine, illuminating our lives.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-8310994974425541701</id><published>2010-03-12T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:00:43.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes we have great fun together.. I admit that I kinda enjoy ur company too.&lt;br /&gt;But other times, I feel like sekeh-ing your kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, friends like you, are just too tiring. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-8310994974425541701?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8310994974425541701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=8310994974425541701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8310994974425541701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8310994974425541701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-we-have-great-fun-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-6385137703088680948</id><published>2010-03-06T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:59:40.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know this happiness is short and may be fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And that it would end up nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care. I'd just like to enjoy this moment while it lasts - short though it may be. :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-6385137703088680948?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6385137703088680948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=6385137703088680948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6385137703088680948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6385137703088680948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-this-happiness-is-short-and-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-8701669074595384297</id><published>2009-12-31T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:52:16.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The New Year Everyone!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! It's 2010 already. Time just flies, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect 2009 seems surreal now, and I can't even believe that the first half was spent in a continent far far away from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, new year, new start, new motivations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-8701669074595384297?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8701669074595384297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=8701669074595384297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8701669074595384297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8701669074595384297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-new-year-everyone.html' title='It&apos;s The New Year Everyone!'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-9188137125068512598</id><published>2009-12-22T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T05:17:31.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharm stuff'/><title type='text'>Where Time Just Passes So... Mundanely</title><content type='html'>Tick tock tick tock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday. Dang! It's 5 (or 4, depending on whether Friday is a holiday or not) more days to the weekend. Darn... Why so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, is it only 8.30 in the morning? It feels like forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metformin 1g bd for two months... It means I must supply 2 x 2 x 60 = 240 tablets for two months rite? Yeah, better if more CV fellas come in, easier to fill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Must compound nevirapine syrup? Coz patient only 11 years old? Wah so young? Pity the ki- ... Yeah, yeah, I'm hurrying to do the syrup dy. Faster faster, must finish within 30 min! 1 tablet 200mg. Patient needs 60mg bd. 60 x 2 x 15 = 1800 equivalent to 9 tablets? Wait must be within drinkable volume? 60mg in 5ml means.... 12mg/ml, so 2 weeks would be 140ml equivalent to 1680mg which  doesn't make sense? GAAAAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Auntie, must wait for your number. Yes yes, I know only 3 items on your slip, but sorry.. I can't get them for you now coz one of them is a special medicine, need extra time.. I know got no parking.. Oh yeah, can't dispense this coz it's not written on your slip.. You must ask your doctor about that..  Apa kamu cakap? Maaf, saya tak faham Cina (so no point scolding me anyway. And same to you too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Selamat petang, Farmasi, boleh saya membantu?" "Augmentin dosing?" "It's normally 625mg bd." "Yeah, you're welcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Selamat petang, boleh sambungkan saya kepada Dr ***?" -waits a loooooong time-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Selamat petang Dr, I'm *** from Farmasi, calling regarding your prescription for ***. I'm afraid that we only have gliclazide in 80mg strengths in our pharmacy.. So, I'd just like to confirm the dose of gliclazide for this patient?"..."I'm really sorry for wasting your time, I'd just like to confirm the dose." "I'm sorry to hear that you got the dose from a pharmacist earlier." "Yeah, so I'll change it, thanks for your time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally 5 0'clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 more days to the weekend! And the cycle repeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who feels this way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-9188137125068512598?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/9188137125068512598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=9188137125068512598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/9188137125068512598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/9188137125068512598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-time-just-passes-so-mundanely.html' title='Where Time Just Passes So... Mundanely'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-6239973222318027339</id><published>2009-11-25T03:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T04:06:54.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Life in Kuantan</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a looooooong time since I've updated! Don't really feel like stringing sentences together to form proper paragraphs, heh, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Am posted to HTAA, Kuantan. It's impossible for me to abide by Gobi's rules to not add my colleagues on FB coz that would mean I have to delete Trisha, Yieng and Huey Wuen. LOL. (Yep, there are plenty of IMU ex-students in HTAA. There are a few who are my preceptors too)&lt;br /&gt;- Am renting a humongous room, it's so humongous, that my whole family (i.e. the seven of us!) can sleep comfortably in it at night (not that we've tried as yet)&lt;br /&gt;- Am staying with my ex-INTEC housemate, Hui Bing! Wheeee~! We meet again! :D&lt;br /&gt;- Am colleagues with my Bentong junior, heh, the world is so small.&lt;br /&gt;- Was involved in a car accident for the first time. By God's grace, no one was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;- Am now watching Desperate Housewives. Yep, I'm kinda free coz I'm in Enforcement, currently. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;- Is driving to work for the first time this week. Nyaris-nyaris kena accident (again) a few times liao. Kuantan drivers are definitely more agressive than Bentong's! (but then again, anywhere punya driver also more aggressive than Bentong punya la)&lt;br /&gt;- Played spotlight at dinner last Tuesday night. LOL, the pressure to find a boyfriend increases exponentially. :P :P&lt;br /&gt;- Steals someone's wireless every nite, tho the stability varies. Should I get a mobile broadband?&lt;br /&gt;- Is thinking of buying a car. Which would be better, a Myvi or a Hyundai Atos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... can't think of anything else to update actually. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-6239973222318027339?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6239973222318027339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=6239973222318027339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6239973222318027339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6239973222318027339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-in-kuantan.html' title='Life in Kuantan'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-664641292335717292</id><published>2009-10-12T05:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T05:39:07.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/StMiD3XlroI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dj8j3ZIizCY/s1600-h/posterck9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/StMiD3XlroI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dj8j3ZIizCY/s400/posterck9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391690628690456194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. All the chick magnets in anime... I didn't know Tohno Shiki is ranked so high and is so... wanted, hahaha. And yeay! Sousuke Sagara from Full Metal Panic! is in this list. Muahaha! But still they're missing some people, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurosaki Ichigo from Bleach. After all, besides Rukia and Orihime, there's also Senna and Nel who're after him, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uchiha Sasuke from Naruto. There's a reason why Ino, Sakura and Karin fell for this "emo" guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are plenty more but for now I can't think of any. Will edit as I see fit, LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-664641292335717292?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/664641292335717292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=664641292335717292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/664641292335717292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/664641292335717292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/10/whoa.html' title='Whoa!'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/StMiD3XlroI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dj8j3ZIizCY/s72-c/posterck9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-6648879239780979078</id><published>2009-10-03T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T02:18:59.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fade to black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ichiruki'/><title type='text'>Fade to Black</title><content type='html'>The third Bleach movie Fade to Black quite nice and didn't disappoint as much as Diamond Dust Rebellion did. So I guess &lt;a href="http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/12/fade-to-black.html"&gt;my fears&lt;/a&gt; were all unfounded. Phew! What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite interesting, packed with enough action and fights to satisfy bloodthirsty!Fi, contains captains' and lieutanents' zanpaktou releases (in fighting Minor Baddies), has several flashbacks from the earlier arcs to lend it a tinge of melancholy and has a rather interesting insight into a part of Rukia's past as an orphan in Inuzuri as well as focuses quite a bit on the dynamics between Ichigo and Rukia which had my inner fangirl going "Squee!" However, there's no further development to their relationship than what is already known i.e. Ichigo and Rukia have a special connection, are more than friends, but are not in a romantic relationship as quoted by Tite Kubo. Sighz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's about Seireitei (as usual) being under attack under mysterious circumstances. As a consequence, everyone's memory of Rukia was immediately erased. In the real world, Ichigo's memory was also affected temporarily, however, as he slept that night, he dreamed of her and hence suddenly remembered again who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the "save-everyone-Ichigo" that we all know and love, he immediately went to Seireitei to sort things out. And as per any Bleach movie (or episode for that matter), Ichigo has to fight against disbelieving Shinigami as well as the Big Baddies to save Rukia once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch it Fade to Black &lt;a href="http://www.animeshout.com/bleach-fade-to-black-kimi-no-na-o-yobu-movie-3.html/3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being finicky!Fi, of course I have some complaints of the movie (heh, coz maybe my expectations were too high) with the main one being the quality of the drawings. To me it seems that the drawings are getting progressively uglier. It's like the animators are becoming lazy LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, there seems to be a discrepancy in the plot i.e. Rukia met the twins when she was older than when she met Renji, so where's Renji in the whole flashback thingy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow, they've released the name of Shuuhei's release BEFORE it was revealed in the manga (Karakura Arc), bearing in mind that this movie is already a year old? Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, FtB is definitely a must-watch for Bleach fans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-6648879239780979078?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6648879239780979078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=6648879239780979078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6648879239780979078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6648879239780979078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/10/fade-to-black.html' title='Fade to Black'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-1788651303913652382</id><published>2009-10-02T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T04:57:23.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the worst fears of my life is to lose touch with friends, to become irrelevant once we part.  And everyone knows that parting is inevitable, i.e. graduation, work and probably marriage and kids later on. That's why I hate changes in life. I used to be paranoid that I'll just fade and disappear into the background, stuck in a rut in the past while everyone else moves on and lives happily ever after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;sans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah, I'm narcissistic like that and I have a tendency to think that the world revolves solely around me.  Hee~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, that fear is unjustified for I have some of the greatest friends ever! These past few days have been a great source of encouragement (especially since I got the posting LOL). From friends whom I always sakai with (i.e.  Slugudia and Evilelyn), thanks for bringing lotsa cheer into my life with all your humourously funny working stories or your cooking escapades or just plain ol' gossip, hee~, to friends who like to scare people by pretending to be officials from JPA telling me that my appeal has failed (at 6.45 am!!!) thanks for the laughs and jokes &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and I suppose in a way, concern&lt;/span&gt; (and if you call and pretend to be a nurse when I'm on call next time, I'll kill you!!! :P), to friends who offer contacts to help in settling down in Sabah &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;albeit amidst lots of evile laughter at my predicament&lt;/span&gt;, to beloved hometown friends who immediately called to offer a shoulder should I need to cry (lol) and who always prove to me that time and distance are not barriers to our wonderful friendships (thanks Hadi and Sankar! although you guys don't need to be so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paiseh&lt;/span&gt;  when I express appreciation LOL), to those who offer much help and encouragement all the time (Soo Fen, Yieng, Pui Ee and numerous others!), you guys all have made my day all the sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this definitely makes life all the more beautiful. Indeed, friendship is the treasure that never grows old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth Foley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yup, I'm growing sentimental in my old age. Hee~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-1788651303913652382?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1788651303913652382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=1788651303913652382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/1788651303913652382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/1788651303913652382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-5502752722152242984</id><published>2009-09-30T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T04:59:16.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Sera Sera..</title><content type='html'>Went to rectify my IC number on the offer letter plus submit in my appeal letter today. And this is what happened when I submitted in the appeal letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (M): Hello tuan, saya nak hantar surat rayuan saya pada hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;Officer (O): Ok boleh. Tapi, rasanya susah nak dapat tau.&lt;br /&gt;M: Yeah. Erm, ok, tapi saya rasa cuba kot.&lt;br /&gt;O: (opens letter and reads it) Kenapa tak nak ke Sabah?&lt;br /&gt;M: Erm, kerana jauh dan ibubapa saya sudah tua..&lt;br /&gt;O: Oh ok... Kamu ada berapa adik beradik ya?&lt;br /&gt;M: Termasuk saya, terdapat lima, tuan.&lt;br /&gt;O: Oh begitu, di mana mereka semua ya?&lt;br /&gt;M: Kakak saya bekerja di KL, yang lain overseas belajar.&lt;br /&gt;O: Kakak kamu di KL boleh jaga ibubapa kan?&lt;br /&gt;M: ..... (mistake number 1)&lt;br /&gt;M: Tapi, tentu ibubapa saya rindu saya kan?&lt;br /&gt;O: Kamu graduate kat mana?&lt;br /&gt;M: University of Strathclyde tuan.&lt;br /&gt;O: Itu di luar negara kan? Berapa lama kamu di sana?&lt;br /&gt;M: Erm... satu tahun tuan.&lt;br /&gt;O: Sama seperti pergi ke Sabah la... Itu kan oversea juga. (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;M: (laughs).... (mistake number 2)&lt;br /&gt;O: Sebenarnya, saya tak nak discourage kamu atau apa tapi ada ramai yang juga appeal tak nak ke Sabah dan sekarang ada kekosongan di sana. Jadi unless ada 3 solid reasons, susah nak dapat appeal tau.&lt;br /&gt;M: 3 sebab? Apa itu?&lt;br /&gt;O: Berkahwin, samada kamu ada masalah kesihatan atau ibubapa kamu ada masalah kesihatan.&lt;br /&gt;M: Oh..&lt;br /&gt;O: Sekarang ada yang appeal yang mempunyai clinical depression, ada pula yang dari keluarga ibu tunggal (must be Soo Fen I think), ada yang ibu atau ayah mengalami kanser, jadi kalau dibandingkan, kes kamu susah sikit la.&lt;br /&gt;M: .... Erm.. Tak apa la. Saya rasa tengok macam mana nanti... Terima kasih ya atas masa tuan.&lt;br /&gt;O: Ok.. Anyway, good luck ya.&lt;br /&gt;M: Terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why you should just post in your appeal letter. But the officer was very nice though. It's just that it'll be quite hard to get an appeal. Sigh. Nvm, there's one more month left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-5502752722152242984?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5502752722152242984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=5502752722152242984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5502752722152242984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5502752722152242984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/09/que-sera-sera.html' title='Que Sera Sera..'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-15319013490181254</id><published>2009-09-30T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:59:06.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>To Go or Not To Go...</title><content type='html'>That is the question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-15319013490181254?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/15319013490181254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=15319013490181254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/15319013490181254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/15319013490181254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='To Go or Not To Go...'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-4183499352268422002</id><published>2009-09-29T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:58:51.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Worries</title><content type='html'>Papa has not been feeling well these past few days. He looks tired and haggard most of the time and complains of stomachache and right sided chest pain which he self-diagnosed (although he's not a healthcare professional!) as a muscle strain... Plus he refuses point blank to see the doctor (and I'm certainly not qualified or confident of recommending any treatment... I'm not a doctor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that he's been overworking. Are our finances in any way compromised? Hmm.. Plus I'm not working as yet and hence not generating any income... in fact I'm adding to the household expenditure... Sigh. I know I'm going to regret saying this but... I need to work soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-4183499352268422002?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4183499352268422002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=4183499352268422002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4183499352268422002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4183499352268422002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/09/worries.html' title='Worries'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-3343405560576925398</id><published>2009-09-28T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:34:28.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 cm per second'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>5 Centimeters Per Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG6UQdwSSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IwmVZt6LK_k/s1600-h/main+title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“I will, I promise.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Even if I were to send you messages everyday, our hearts will not be a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ny c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;entime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ter closer, as you always seem so far away..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5 centimeters per second is a Japanese anime movie, which is normally not something that I will normally look for when I search for anime as it doesn’t fit any of my “usual” genres. By usual I mean it is not a shounen-y anime with heroes battling villains, nor does it fit into the romantic come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dy genre. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In fact, it is a poignant romantic drama with underlying tones of melancholy and loads of nostalgia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is certainly no comedy as it is just so… earnest. There were monologues by the main characters throughout the anime which gave deep insight into the characters’ feelings in the anime. Another plus point was that the female characters did not have the squeakily high and irritating voices s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mon in romance anime. The piano background music in the anime also enhances the mood of the anime, making it one of the most memorable ones, despite being so short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The animation was also very well done, although the only complaint that I may have is that the characters kinda look similar. But staying true to its Japanese roots, all the characters have dark brown hair and eyes, which is an oddity in the world of anime and manga. The background and landscape were also beautifully designed with breathtaking views and colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This anime is broken into three parts and centres around the main &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;protagonist Tohno. It depicts love in a wholly realistic manner, with the beauty and poignancy of first love as w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ell as the difficulties of long distance relationships; unrequited love, understanding and acceptance, as well as the inability to let the past go and the angst when one’s motivation is gone. It is also rather interesting in a sense as it focuses a lot on the male’s point of view yet at the same time did not demasculinize the male lead too much by making him to sappy as some shoujos are wont to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The title of this movie as well as the sakura petals are &lt;/span&gt;reminiscent of the slowness of life and how people often start together but slowly drift into their separate ways&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Below is the entire summary of the anime, so read no further if yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;u do n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ot w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; any spoilers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG3aSeqLtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aRGhqmj6MKw/s1600-h/chapter+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG3aSeqLtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aRGhqmj6MKw/s400/chapter+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386788291576737490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG6WBwiwSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ovW5wtkP0jA/s1600-h/young+akari+and+tohno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG6WBwiwSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ovW5wtkP0jA/s400/young+akari+and+tohno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386791516903751970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Young Tohno and Akira amidst the falling cherry blossoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first part introduces Tohno, who as a result of his parents’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;jobs, is co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stantly moving from one place to another. He met a girl Akira, who also suffers from the same circumstances. In addition, due to their frail physiques, neither are very sports-inclined and hence spend most of their time together in the library, borrowing the same books. They’ve managed to establish a good friendship, that not even bullies who enjoy teasing them together as a couple (as children and some adults are wont to do!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;an destroy such a beautiful relationship. Both enjoy talking to each other and realize that they are both on the same wavelength. One day, whilst watching sakura petals fall down in the springtime, Tohno promised to watch them every year with Akira. Deep down, both Tohno and Akira proba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bly realize that there is something going on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, Akira was due to move again after elementary school. Both of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;were devastated. But what can they do as they were merely children, not able to voice out what they feel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Half a year after the move, Akira began writing to Tohno (this was before the time of e-mail and handphones… snail mail!). Tohno responded eagerly, and hence began their corresponden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ce. Before they knew it, the year has come to a close and it was almost spring time again. This time, Tohno was due to move even further away, which makes train visitations between him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and Akira impossible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e made a plan to see Akira and the sakura petals once more before he moves and made the necessary arrangements. Akira was to meet him at her station at 7.00pm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tohno was optimistic, however, it began snowing heavily. As a result, his tra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d all the subsequent interchanges he had to make (5 in total!) were delayed due to the snow. His final train was also delayed for almost 2 hours due to wheel friction. Desperation, despair, hurt, hunger… At this moment, Tohno’s feelings were so palpable. Even the viewer sympathises for who has not experienced before, the feeling of letting a loved one down?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The weather was becoming progressively colder such that, despit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e his heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; heart, Tohno wishes that Akira did not wait for him any more and would just return home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When Tohno arrived at the station much later than anticipated, to his utter joy, Akira was sitting there, patiently waiting, with a bento in hand to welcome him. They enjoyed c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;atching up with each other and finally realized the depth of feelings betw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;een both. However, neither dare to vocaliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e those three words as yet, ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;en though they came tantalizingly close to do so, just prior to Tohno’s dep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;arture the next day. And hence ends th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e first part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG3nJLzuXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YD_R9VyanGo/s1600-h/chapter+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG3nJLzuXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YD_R9VyanGo/s400/chapter+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386788512420051314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The second part centres around Tohno in high school, and his classmate Sumita who has a crush on him because he always seems different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tohno, who moved here (probably Okinawa as it was surrounded by the sea), is now into archery whereas Sumita was determined &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to be able to “ride the waves”, which she constantly fails at currently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As a result of their after school activities, they both return home together at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the same time on their separate motorcycles everyday. Or rather, it’s Sumita who waits until Tohno is ready to depart at their school’s parking lot so that they can return together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On their way home, they’ll stop at the same convenience store where Tohno will always purchase the same drink and wait for Sumita who has a problem deciding, outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Often she would see him messaging someone on his handphone eagerly, though he’ll always stop when she’s around.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Time constantly passes, and it was time for them to decide on their future. However, Sumita is in a limbo as she couldn’t decide on what to do, couldn’t surf at the moment and is still to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; on her feelings for Tohno.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, she realized herself that these are shortcomings that must be overcome immediately. And hence, she set to conquer the waves, which she finally managed to, thanks to iron clad determination as high school days were coming to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG6VZPn8aI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3ly6UnSxVkQ/s1600-h/teen+tohno+and+sumita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG6VZPn8aI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3ly6UnSxVkQ/s400/teen+tohno+and+sumita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386791506028261794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Teenage Tohno and Sumita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Giddy with her victory, she decided to confess to Tohno on that very day. However, although opportunities were given, she found that she just couldn’t, as she finally realized that part of Tohno’s appeal was that he always seem so far away, and that his heart always seem to be elsewhere. Finally understanding him, she realized that a confession would be futile&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and would in fact hamper her frien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dship, thus, she desisted on letting him know her feelings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was also revealed that Tohno has been composing messages on his pho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; all this while, but not sending them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG6U_i6TDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1myJFs-Lttw/s1600-h/teen+tohno+and+akari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG6U_i6TDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1myJFs-Lttw/s400/teen+tohno+and+akari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386791499129834546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Teenage Tohno and Akira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And hence ends part two.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Part three begins with both Tohno and Akira in the working force. The setting was once again Tokyo. Both of them had a similar dream of their thirteen year old selves once again, which triggers memories and melancholy for both. This made Akira message Tohno once again, to let him know of her impending marriage. She also tried to call him but couldn’t get through as he never answers her calls. However, Tohno was devastated and had lost his motivation and his feelings which had sustained him over the period of time. The anime ends with both of them passing each other at a railway crossing, however as they reached their opposite destinations, both turned to look at ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ch other. Unfortuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tely, passing trains hindered their view, and w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hen the crossing was clear, Akira was gon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG37moskAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kQGGFGFnLmA/s1600-h/train+crossing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG37moskAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kQGGFGFnLmA/s400/train+crossing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386788863923228674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Adult Tohno and Akira passing each other at the railway crossing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you enjoy this movie you might also like other works from Makoto Shirai who is the author and director of this movie such as Voice of A Distant Star and The Place Promised in Our Early Days. Both look very nice as they incorporate romance into science fiction. However, as they sound sad, I think I'll KIV these two, to let my heart recover, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Note: The music on my blog has been replaced with the OST from this movie which I hope will set the mood and interest to watch this gem of a piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-3343405560576925398?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3343405560576925398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=3343405560576925398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3343405560576925398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3343405560576925398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-centimeters-per-second.html' title='5 Centimeters Per Second'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SsG6UQdwSSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IwmVZt6LK_k/s72-c/main+title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-4367039460516399115</id><published>2009-09-07T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T07:33:08.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheldon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>The Laws of Anime</title><content type='html'>I've been watching so much anime nowadays (Kure-nai, Ryoko Case Files, Lovely Complex, Tokko, Library Wars, Kare Kano, Code Geass plus the old staples of Bleach and Naruto, to name a few) that I've actually forgotten half of what I watched. Old age = poor memory I guess. So, I was supposed to write a review for each of the anime I watched to solidify the fact, however, laziness and sluggishness got into the way that I've ended up with lots of half-assed drafts, sigh. However, I came across this cute cute posting bout anime in general, that I felt must be shared with all other anime lovers, if just for the lulz. So, let me present to you, the Laws of Anime!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Originally compiled and edited by Darrin Bright and Ryan Shellito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr  style="color:#608080;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Metaphysical Irregularity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The normal laws of physics do not apply.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Differentiated Gravitation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whenever someone or something jumps, is thrown, or otherwise is rendered airborn, gravity is reduced by a factor of 4.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Sonic Amplification, First Law of Anime Acoustics&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In space, loud sounds, like explosions, are even louder because there is no air to get in the way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Constant Thrust, First Law of Anime Motion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In space, constant thrust equals constant velocity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Mechanical Mobility, Second Law of Anime Motion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The larger a mechanical device is, the faster it moves.  Armored Mecha are the fastest objects known to human science.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Temporal Variability&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Time is not a constant. Time stops for the hero whenever he does something 'cool' or 'impressive'. Time slows down when friends and lovers are being killed and speeds up whenever there is a fight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;First Law of Temporal Mortality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;'Good Guys' and 'Bad Guys' both die in one of two ways. Either so quick they don't even see it coming, OR it's a long drawn out affair where the character gains much insight to the workings of society, human existence or why the toast always lands butter side down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Second Law of Temporal Mortality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It takes some time for bad guys to die... regardless of physical damage. Even when the 'Bad Guys' are killed so quickly they didn't even see it coming, it takes them a while to realize they are dead. This is attributed to the belief that being evil damages the Reality Lobe of the brain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Dramatic Emphasis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Scenes involving extreme amounts of action are depicted with either still-frames or black screens with a slash of bright color (usually red or white).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Dramatic Multiplicity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Scenes that only happen once, for instance, a 'Good Guy' kicks the 'Bad Guy' in the face, are seen at least 3 times from 3 different angles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Inherent Combustability&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everything explodes.  Everything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Corollary&lt;/b&gt; - Anything that explodes bulges first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second Corollary&lt;/b&gt; - Large cities are the most explosive substances known to human science. Tokyo in particular seems to be the most unstable of these cities, sometimes referred to as "The Matchstick City".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Phlogistatic Emission&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nearly all things emit light from fatal wounds.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Energetic Emission&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is alway an energy build up (commonly referred to as an energy 'bulge') before Mecha or space craft weapons fire. Because of the explosive qualities of weapons, it is believed that this is related to the Law of Inherent Combustability.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Inverse Lethal Magnitude&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The destructive potential of a weapon is inversly proportional to its size.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Corollary&lt;/b&gt; - Small and cute will always overcome big and ugly. Also know as the A-Ko phenomenon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Inexhaustability&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No one *EVER* runs out of ammunition.  That is of course unless they are cornered, out-numbered, out-classed, and unconscious.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Inverse Accuracy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The accuracy of a 'Good Guy' when operating any form of fire-arm increases as the difficulty of the shot increases. The accuracy of the 'Bad Guys' when operating fire-arms decreases when the difficulty of the shot decreases. (Also known as the Stormtrooper Effect)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Example: A 'Good Guy' in a drunken stupor being held upside down from a moving vehicle will always hit, and several battalions of 'Bad Guys' firing on a 'Good Guy' standing alone in the middle of an open field will always miss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Corollary&lt;/b&gt; - The more 'Bad Guys' there are, the less likely they will hit anyone or do any real damage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second Corollary&lt;/b&gt; - Whenever a 'Good Guy' is faced with insurmountable odds, the 'Bad Guys' line up in neat rows, allowing the hero to take them all out with a single burst of automatic fire and then escape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third Corollary&lt;/b&gt; - Whenever a 'Good Guy' is actually hit by enemy fire, it is in a designated 'Good Guy Area', usually a flesh wound in the shoulder or arm, which restricts the 'Good Guy' from doing anything more strenuous than driving, firing weaponry, using melee weapons, operating heavy machinery, or doing complex martial arts maneuvres.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Transient Romantic Unreliability&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Minmei is a bimbo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Hemoglobin Capacity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The human body contains over 12 gallons of blood, sometimes more, under high pressure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Demonic Consistency&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Demons and other supernatural creatures have at least three eyes, loads of fangs, tend to be yellow-green or brown (but black is not unknown), and can only be hurt by bladed weapons.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Militaristic Unreliability&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Huge galaxy-wide armadas, entire armies, and large war-machines full of cruel, heartless, bloodthirsty warriors can be stopped and defeated with a single insignificant example of a caring/loving emotion or a song.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Tactical Unreliability&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tactical geniuses aren't....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Inconsequential Undetectability&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;People never notice the little things... Like missing body parts, or wounds the size of Seattle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Juvenile Intellectuality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Children are smarter than adults. And almost always twice as annoying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcb.com/laws/law_24.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Americanthropomorphism&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Americans in Anime appear in one of two roles, either as a really nasty skinny 'Bad Guy' or a big stupid 'Good Guy'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Corollary&lt;/b&gt; - The only people who are more stupid than the big dumb Americans are the American translators. (Sometimes referred to as the Green Line Effect.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second Corollary&lt;/b&gt; - The only people who are more stupid than the American translators are the American editors and censors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Mandibular Proportionality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from A. Hicks)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The size of a person's mouth is directly proportional to the volume at which they are speaking or eating.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcb.com/laws/law_26.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Feline Mutation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from A. Hicks)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Any half-cat/half-human mutation will invariably:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;be female,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will possess ears and sometimes a tail as a genetic mutation,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and wear as little clothing as possible, if any.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Conservation of Firepower&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from Tom Williams)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Any powerful weapon capable of destroying/defeating an opponent in a single shot will invariably be reserved and used only as a last resort.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Technological User-Benevolence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from Tom Williams)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The formal training required to operate a spaceship or mecha is inversely proportional to its complexity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Melee Luminescence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from Tom Williams)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Any being displaying extremely high levels of martial arts prowess and/or violent emotions emits light in the form of a glowing aura. This aura is usually blue for 'good guys' and red for 'bad guys'. This is attributed to Good being higher in the electromagnetic spectrum than Evil.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Non-anthropomorphic Antagonism&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from Tom Williams)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All ugly, non-humanoid alien races are hostile, and usually hell-bent on destroying humanity for some obscure reason.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcb.com/laws/law_31.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Follicular Chroma Variability&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from Spellweaver)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Any color in the visible spectrum is considered a natural hair color. This color can change without warning or explanation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Follicular Permanence &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hair in anime is pretty much indestructable, and can resist any amount of meteorological conditions, energy emissions, physical abuse, or explosive effects and still look perfect. The only way to hurt someone's hair is the same way you deal with demons... with bladed weapons!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Topological Aerodynamics, First Law of Anime Aero-Dynamics&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*ANY* shape, no matter how convoluted or odd-looking, is automatically aerodynamic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcb.com/laws/law_34.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Probable Attire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Clothing in anime follows certain predictable guidelines.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Female characters wear as little clothing as possible, regardless of whether it is socially or meteorologically appropriate. Any female with an excessive amount of clothing will invariably have her clothes ripped to shreds or torn off somehow. If there is no opportunity to tear off the afore-mentioned female's clothes, then she will inexplicably take a shower for no apparent reason (also known as the Gratuitous Shower Scene).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whenever there is a headwind, a Male characters will invariably wear a long cloak which doesn't hamper movement and billows out dramatically behind him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Corollary&lt;/b&gt; (Cryo-Adaptability) - All anime characters are resistant to extremely cold temperatures, and do not need to wear heavy or warm clothing in snow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second Corollary&lt;/b&gt; (Indecent Invulnerability) - Bikinis render the wearer invulnerable to any form of damage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Musical Omnipotence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Any character capable of musical talent (singing, playing an instrument, etc.) is automatically capable of doing much more "simple" things like piloting mecha, fighting crime, stopping an intergalactic war, and so on... especially if they have never attempted these things before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Quitupular Aggultination&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from Daniel Mikula)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Also called "The Five-man Rule," when "Good Guys" group together, it tends to be in groups of five. There are five basic positions, which are:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hero/Leader&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His girlfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His Best Friend/Rival&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Hulking Brute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Dwarf/Kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Between these basic positions are distributed several attributes, which include:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extreme Coolness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amazing intelligence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Incredible Irritation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcb.com/laws/law_37.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Extradimensional Capacitance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from Jason Bustard)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All anime females have an extradimensional storage space of variable volume somewhere on their person from which they can instantly retrieve any object at a moment's notice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Corollary&lt;/b&gt; (The Hammer Rule) - The most common item stored is a heavy mallet, which can be used with unerring accuracy on any male who deserves it. Other common items include costumes/uniforms, power suits/armor, and large bazookas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcb.com/laws/law_38.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Hydrostatic Emission&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eyes tend to be rather large in Anime. This is because they contain several gallons of water, which may be instantaneously released at high pressure through large tear ducts. The actual volume of water contained in the eyes is unknown, as there is no evidence to suggest that these reservoirs are actually capable of running out. The reason water tends to collect in the eyes is because Anime characters only have one large sweat gland, which is located at the back of the head. When extremely stressed, embarrassed, or worried, this sweat gland exudes a single but very large drop of sebaceous fluid.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Inverse Attraction&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Success at finding suitable mates is inversely proportionate to how desperately you want to be successful. The more you want, the less you get.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul type="square"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Corollary&lt;/b&gt; Unfortunately, this law seems to apply to Otaku in the real world...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Nasal Sanguination &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from Ryan Pritchard and Jason Aylen)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When sexually aroused, males in Anime don't get erections, they get nosebleeds. No one's sure why this is, though... the current theory suggests that larger eyes means smaller sinuses and thinner sinus tissue (see Law #38 above). Females don't get nosebleeds, but invariably get one heck of a blush along the cheeks and across the nose, suggesting a lot of bloodflow to that region.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Xylolaceration &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from Lyndon Harris)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wooden or bamboo swords are just as sharp as metal swords, if not sharper.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Juvenile Omnipotence &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from Erin Alia)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Always send a boy to do a man's job. He'll get it done in half the time and twice the angst.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Quadrotriscadecophobia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is no Law #43.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Nominative Clamovocation &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from Luiko-Ysabeth and Adrian Hsiah)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The likelihood of success and damage done by a martial arts attack is directly proportional to the volume at which the full name of the attack is announced.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Uninteruptable Metamorphosis &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from R. A. Hubby)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Regardless of how long or involved the transformation sequence or how many times they've seen it before, any 'Bad Guys' witnessing a mecha/hero/heroine transforming are too stunned to do anything to interrupt it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abcb.com/laws/law_46.htm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Law of Flimsy Incognition&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(from Conrad Knauer)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Simply changing into a costume or wearing a teensy mask can make you utterly unrecognizable to even your closest friends and relatives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wahahaha. True rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That saying, I also want to promote my brother's fanfic, yup, my Little Cute Brother also known as Slimy!Sheldon's fanfic. For a guy, I admit he writes pretty good fluff. Although his style of writing is a bit... pretentious. And too self conscious. But he gets the characterisation down quite well.. Wow, too much praise already!! It could also be because he's my brother and I'm biased. (But then again, if I'm biased, then it should be twice the criticism rite? LOL). Anyways, the most important flaw in his writing is that... he writes Ichigo/Tatsuki!!! Terrible!!! But at least it's not Ichi/Hime or I won't admit we're related anymore. (Must persuade him to write Ichi/Rukia one day..) Anyways, go check it out, it's not too bad, haha. Now why can't I write something besides these inane blog posts, haihz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4140598/1/Of_Shinigamis_And_Karatekas"&gt;Of Shinigamis and Karatekas.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-4367039460516399115?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4367039460516399115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=4367039460516399115' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4367039460516399115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4367039460516399115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/09/laws-of-anime.html' title='The Laws of Anime'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2948260065337839802</id><published>2009-08-14T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:01:29.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Dedicated to Sheldytubby!</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to my lil bro whom I so love to embarass! Slimy!Sheldy @ Sheldytubby, have a safe journey to the US and may you achieve what you want to achieve there! LOLZ. Here's a chronology of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/So02hp4qb_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/8PjVGKSoQbY/s1600-h/P1040839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/So02hp4qb_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/8PjVGKSoQbY/s400/P1040839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372009882329968626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 15th of September 1989, a fat, maroon coloured baby was the new addition to the House. Initially, as this picture depicts, he closely resembles a piglet. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/So02ii8nnFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/p0wA2z7a3PY/s1600-h/P1040846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/So02ii8nnFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/p0wA2z7a3PY/s400/P1040846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372009897647381586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/So02iNS8bBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/g6QMO7vGAuM/s1600-h/P1040840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/So02iNS8bBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/g6QMO7vGAuM/s400/P1040840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372009891835440146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, time was kind to him and he grew up a little. Sheldytubby's fatness became an advantage as it helped him develop those highly segmented arms (look at the pic!) and a cute smile (coz at that time he smiles a lot - a highly unusual thing now since he wants to appear cool now).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/So02jA4yCZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8GX5G_GtY2o/s1600-h/P1040847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/So02jA4yCZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8GX5G_GtY2o/s400/P1040847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372009905684351378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't wait to eat his cake. No wonder he's so tubby! LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/So02jsn6sPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bnPBYCScTjI/s1600-h/P1040848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/So02jsn6sPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/bnPBYCScTjI/s400/P1040848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372009917424775410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He grew up a bit more into a kid who would often disturb his older sisters since he lacks the imagination to amuse himself. As revenge, they would create games which were feminine in nature (i.e. playing house and masak-masak) which he claims today left deep emotional trauma in his psyche and of which his older sister (me) does not express any regret. AHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/So1_O2CBlMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3B41vGNouNo/s1600-h/P1010723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/So1_O2CBlMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3B41vGNouNo/s400/P1010723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372089823521772738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Sheldytubby, all the best in the US. Go and enjoy urself k (as if you need the encouragement too, haha).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2948260065337839802?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2948260065337839802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2948260065337839802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2948260065337839802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2948260065337839802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/08/dedicated-to-sheldytubby.html' title='Dedicated to Sheldytubby!'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/So02hp4qb_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/8PjVGKSoQbY/s72-c/P1040839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-6786433143589255836</id><published>2009-07-31T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T02:36:31.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tales of the abyss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Tales of the Abyss</title><content type='html'>Now that I'm currently unemployed (and waiting to be employed by the Ministry of Health), what do I do? Nope, not study the pharmacokinetic equations or read anything to do with pharmacy as I'm too lazy lol. The obvious answer here would be: watch anime! (Special thanks to Slimy!Sheldy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I feel now Bleach has reached a slump. And while waiting for it to recover its once grandeur, Slimy!Sheldy has introduced me to several new animes, among which include Tales of the Abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tales of the Abyss is based on the RPG game of the same name. It was set in a world called Auldrant, which is composed of particles known as Fonins. For much of the history of Auldrant, there were 6 fonins representing shadow, fire, light earth, wind and water, however, recently a seventh representing sound was discovered. Seventh fonist or people who use these fonin are allowed to foretell the future. A religious figure, Yulia Jue, read the planet's memory and recorded her fortelling of the future, known as the score, in which the prophesy fortold a period of turmoil in the world followed by a period of peace and prosperity into tablets. This Score has been mightily contested by the two nations of Malkuth and Kimlasca-Lanvaldear as both want the advantage of knowing the future.  There also is an order, known as the Order of Lorelei which was established to maintain peace and to ensure that the Score is followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story centres around a young man known as Luke fon Fabre, who is a scion of Lorelei, son of the duke of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear and predicted to do great things. However, an abduction when he was a mere child has left him with no memories of the past and a 180 degree transformation in personality. As an effect of the abduction, he was coddled by his parents and grew up to be a spoilt young man. Luke does not care for anything; his fiancee Princess Natalia who grew up with him, his best friend and servant Guy nor his parents. The only thing which made him happy was practicing his swordsmanship with his instructor whom he felt "was the only one who understood" him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while practicing with him, his instructor Van Grants was attacked by a mysterious woman named Tear. In his attempt to protect sensei, Luke clashed weapons with this lady and they were transported far away from his homeland of Baticul into Malkuth. They found their way home and encountered the wise Fon Master Ion and his Guardian, Anise, a cheerful little girl as well as Dr. Jade Curtiss, a general in the Malkuth army who is very brilliant. They also met up with Guy, the aforementioned best friend and made their way back to Baticul where Ion postulated a proposal of peace for both Malkuth and Kimlasca-Lanvaldear. As a sign of peace the party was assigned to a mining city where Luke would act as an ambassador and extend help to the dying people there. The party was expanded by the entry of Princess Natalia, a competent archeress who sneakily joined the party despite her father's plea not to. And the story progresses from here where I shall refrain to let out any more spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SnK51bNukeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Yjvb3VFkRoA/s1600-h/tales+of+the+abyss+good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SnK51bNukeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Yjvb3VFkRoA/s400/tales+of+the+abyss+good.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364554433641222626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Good Guys (l-r): Natalia, Ion, Jade (he's a guy), Luke, Tear, Guy and Anise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SnK51qgjhnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hzhmzrGBuTA/s1600-h/Generals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SnK51qgjhnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hzhmzrGBuTA/s400/Generals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364554437746722418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Bad" Guys: Dist the Rose, Largo the Black, Arietta the Wild, Asch the Bloody (did they mean Ash?), Sync the Tempest, Legretta the Quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both this pics would already have let out a spoiler.. :P Also, the "bad" guys is missing their leader which you will find out in due course who..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically this story is very reminiscent of any RPG where each class appear to be well represented. You have the swordsmen, Luke and Guy, the mage, Jade, the partial mage/cleric/fighter Tear, the archer/cleric Natalia, the voodoo-master, Anise. Some parts are also reminiscent of boss fights i.e. fighting Largo the Black etc. There is also a smidgen of romance for the inner fangirls/bois. But overall I think this is a good anime. Unlike most, this anime is a thinking anime, which poses the question of free-will and pre-determination. I mean, in a world where everything is pre-determined, what is life then for humans would not have any more free will as everything they do has been fortold. Would people hence follow what has been prophesied, or would they fight to establish their own free will. Other important questions which I felt was touched by this anime included the establishment of one's identity and the question of ideals. Like in the Real World, i.e. today's world, there are no clear cut "evil people" in this anime. Everything lies in shades of grey as battles are fought due to a clash of ideals i.e. people are fighting for what they believe is right. It is similar in today's world where wars start due to differences in ideals and such and sometimes, it is very difficult in knowing who is right and who is wrong (I'm referring here to the Middle-Eastern conflict i.e. Israel vs Palestine but will not venture further into this topic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is indeed a good watch, although I feel some parts are a bit laggy (and I don't like Tear's seiyuu!). But like I said, the undercurrents of question lying beneath the shiny shiny surface of this anime makes it a worthwhile watch for people who like thinking shows. In addition, the soundtrack is also wonderful and I particularly like the MIDI &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=op6kUPiJ2lI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Luke-tragedy&lt;/a&gt; which I felt was just angsty enough for the sad parts in the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-6786433143589255836?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6786433143589255836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=6786433143589255836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6786433143589255836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6786433143589255836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/07/tales-of-abyss.html' title='Tales of the Abyss'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SnK51bNukeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Yjvb3VFkRoA/s72-c/tales+of+the+abyss+good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-8545510169558294587</id><published>2009-05-15T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:31:12.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity</title><content type='html'>It's people like &lt;a href="http://iammeyieng.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-i-am-stronger-than-you-think.html"&gt;Yieng&lt;/a&gt; and Yi Lyn whose outlook in life I strive to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;Maturity, a sense of optimism, lack of blame and a balanced EQ.&lt;br /&gt;Another new year's resolution to add to next year's list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I still wanna complain and complain bout the injustice of the world. LOLZ. Bertaubatlah, bertaubatlah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-8545510169558294587?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8545510169558294587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=8545510169558294587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8545510169558294587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8545510169558294587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/05/maturity.html' title='Maturity'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2422816903105475983</id><published>2009-05-08T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:29:41.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>A song rec, Life is Beautiful by Vega 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="lyrics"&gt;Life is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;We live until we die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run into my arms,&lt;br /&gt;We steal a perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;Let the monsters see you smile,&lt;br /&gt;Let them see you smilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I hold you too tightly?&lt;br /&gt;When will the hurt kick in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful, but it's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;We barely make it.&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to understand,&lt;br /&gt;There are miracles, miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts, they beat and break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run away from harm,&lt;br /&gt;Will you run back into my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Like you did when you were young?&lt;br /&gt;Will you come back to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold you tightly&lt;br /&gt;When the hurting kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful, but it's complicated,&lt;br /&gt;We barely make it.&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to understand,&lt;br /&gt;There are miracles, miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand where you are.&lt;br /&gt;We let all these moments pass us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing where I'm standing,&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot that we can give.&lt;br /&gt;This is ours just for the moment,&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot that we can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing where I'm standing,&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot that we can give.&lt;br /&gt;This is ours just for the moment,&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot that we can give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUQry4g-fRE"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to listen. It's a fitting song to end our stay in Scotland (and study years with) IMHO (although technically, it hasn't ended as yet). Coz no matter what, life is indeed beautiful although complicated. There will definitely be all those little hurts in life for what is life but a bumpy journey right? But let us not forget that this moment is our moment and that the world will be our oyster. (ok ok I know I'm forcing the lyrics of this song to fit the theme that I have in mind and that this song does not just represent what I said but is instead a love song (all songs nowadays are love songs) but still, I think it's nice... Just... emo enough LOLZ.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2422816903105475983?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2422816903105475983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2422816903105475983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2422816903105475983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2422816903105475983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is Beautiful'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2128974488074685819</id><published>2009-04-25T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:36:01.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smallville'/><title type='text'>The best friend never gets the guy</title><content type='html'>Look at Chloe Sullivan from Smallville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's smart, she's ambitious, she's snarky, she's sarcastic, she's loyal to a fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does she ever get the guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's paired up with the lame-as-can-be Jimmy Olsen who looks like a wuss, or with the deranged and crazy Doomsday/Davis Bloome who's not that good looking either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas all the other more attractive, nicer, more heroic, more charismatic guys i.e. Oliver Queen, Clark Kent end up with her cousin Lois Lane or with Lana Lang, the bimbotic-cheerleader-next-door-turned-into-supermutant-with-sucking-up-Kryptonite-powers-plus-Superman-like-powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the justice in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the fact that there are rumours of killing her off just coz she's not of the DC universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2128974488074685819?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2128974488074685819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2128974488074685819' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2128974488074685819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2128974488074685819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-friend-never-gets-guy.html' title='The best friend never gets the guy'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-3353406890649941397</id><published>2009-04-24T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:01:02.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake smiles don't reach your eyes</title><content type='html'>People say I look scary nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since technically most people don't know me so, what the heck rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLZ, I'd be afraid of myself if I'm always smiling, that-a-way, at least when I smile, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sincere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a pain (to my facial muscles at least) to be constantly smiling, no wonder clowns draw fake smiley faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should too, you know, draw some scarily smiling lips with lipstick or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that would scare most people silly. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I say, most people don't know me, so who cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-3353406890649941397?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3353406890649941397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=3353406890649941397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3353406890649941397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3353406890649941397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/04/fake-smiles-dont-reach-your-eyes.html' title='Fake smiles don&apos;t reach your eyes'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-6019147005353032588</id><published>2009-04-19T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:01:31.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world is but a stage, and we're merely actors acting out a bad script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should quit this one-liner thing too, LOL, and one day write a whole long post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-6019147005353032588?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-7161109422501516028</id><published>2009-03-08T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:36:36.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My moods fluctuate violently so often, that it's no longer funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just.... quit being me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-7161109422501516028?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7161109422501516028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=7161109422501516028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7161109422501516028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7161109422501516028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-moods-fluctuate-violently-so-often.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-7705993829580006183</id><published>2009-03-07T15:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:27:34.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weight of expectation suffocates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm slowly losing my tenous grip....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-7705993829580006183?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7705993829580006183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=7705993829580006183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7705993829580006183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7705993829580006183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/03/weight-of-expectation-suffocates.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-6765639795979625279</id><published>2009-02-15T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:39:25.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We normally react with horror and shock when we're presented with news of young people dying before they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why don't we react the same way when it's old people who're involved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not any less wanted, are they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-6765639795979625279?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6765639795979625279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=6765639795979625279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6765639795979625279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6765639795979625279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-normally-react-with-horror-and-shock.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-8104319071840414602</id><published>2009-02-12T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:05:59.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://christinaisnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-spins-madly-on.html"&gt;The world spins madly on.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have said it better myself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-8104319071840414602?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8104319071840414602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=8104319071840414602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8104319071840414602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8104319071840414602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/02/world-spins-madly-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2649007107580695226</id><published>2009-02-11T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:44:32.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shouldn't be too greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2649007107580695226?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2649007107580695226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2649007107580695226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2649007107580695226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2649007107580695226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-shouldnt-be-too-greedy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-5757181092228233194</id><published>2009-02-09T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:27:26.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged... Yet Again</title><content type='html'>Chris tagged me on Facebook, and since I'm such a noob there I've no idea how to get about the notes thingy. So here I am on my blog. And since I'm such a lazy person, I'm just copying and pasting her post and editing where suitable. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words in italics are Chris's, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and words in bold are my edited version. &lt;/span&gt;LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. I read fanfiction. Since I was 14. And I still do. LOL. There were times I was even more addicted to the fanfiction than the book/ TV show/ anime itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like reading fanfiction too. Now I'm currently into Bleach and Naruto fanfics. Used to be a rabid Harry Potter fan but the euphoria died down as there were not much room for speculation anymore since the series had already ended, and that means the scope for fanfic has narrowed down like an atherosclerotic artery. But if anyone is interested I'd recommend this: &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4357627/13/Scorpius_Malfoy_and_the_Improbable_Plot"&gt;Scorpius Malfoy and the Improbable Plot&lt;/a&gt;. Pretty hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 2. I watch lots of Japanese dramas and Korean gameshows. For the good looks and the laughs. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The only Korean show that I watched and like was Sassy Girl Chun Hyang. Otherwise I think they're full of crappy sappy crying emo ppl which kinda pisses me off. (IMHO that is) Which I will expound further in number 7. The only stuff I watch from Japan and Korea are anime and horror shows. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 3. I like being alone. For the quiet and the freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a paradox. I prefer my own company, yet I'm afraid of loneliness. Especially since I'm growing older now. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 4. I am quite the procrastinator. If I don't do things immediately, they'll most likely end up not completed on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family trait. Enough said. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 5. I like black.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 6. My sister has all sorts of weird/funny nicknames by which she calls me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I call my younger sis all sorts of names. But strangely enough, I've only one nick for my younger bro and that's Slimy!Sheldy. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 7. I try not to cry when watching movies/dramas with ppl. If I cry, it's in private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow I always feel that crying is a sign of weakness. Hence, I seldom cry. But it's kinda weird when you're watching a sad movie and everyone is crying but you. Makes you feel like a cold hearted person. :P But anyways, I cannot tahan people who cry easily for no apparent reason, or people who cry all the time. But I guess I'm being more tolerant nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 8. I'm running out of things to write here. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me too. Maybe how mean I actually am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 9. I like cleanliness. I think I may be too fussy/ fastidious about it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm  a messy person. I wouldn't be me otherwise. That's why I like it when Chris gets back from Aus, coz she always clears my messes. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 10. I love quotes or meaningful snatches of conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 11. I love Jacob's low salt high fibre biscuits. Even if some ppl say it tastes like cardboard. And McVities' digestives. And no, I'm not paid to say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It tastes like cardboard to me. I like icecream and brownies. I can finish a 2L tub from Aldi in 3 days. No wonder I've put on weight. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 12. I live in T shirts and shorts. Or tracksuits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Used to. Now trying to dress better, since I'm getting on in age. LOLZ. (I sound like an old crone).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 13. I am currently on a cardiothoracic surgery unit rotation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like the CVS the best of all systems. Especially for Pharm Care Presentations and Write Ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 14. I am the 4th child in a family with 5 children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm the 3rd. Hence I get to experience what it's like with an elder brother, an elder sis, a younger bro and a younger sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 15. I straightened my hair last year. And one of the comments I got was that my head shrunk in half. XD HAHAHA! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My hair has always been straight. But I wouldn't have it any other way. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 16. I like to sketch. But very out of touch already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't draw to save my life. My bro loves to laugh at them when I was younger (coz he can draw better than me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 17. I love Mitch Albom books. And Jodi Picoult's too. And a whole lot of other books. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like books. But haven't had much time to read much fiction nowadays. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 18. I am a coffee addict. The fact that I can get free coffee is not helping me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ipoh's coffee (courtesy of Soo Fen) is my current favourite (not counting Starbucks of course). One day my coffee craving is going to make me broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21. I am learning how to excel without having to be perfect. Because no human being is perfect, and I'll probably end up burnt out chasing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish I was a perfectionist. Then I would have achieved much more now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 22. I used to hate the piano. Especially in primary school. But now, it's an indulgence. For which I have to credit my parents and my teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I play the piano as if my fingers were a bunch of bananas. Yep, I suck at it. Hence, I don't miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 25. I love spicy food. A bit too much. Though it's no surprise to those who know me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok ok la. Moderately spicy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the remaining 4 facts bout me:&lt;br /&gt;- I don't socialize well. And I can't talk well to people I can't connect to (which is most people). Hence I have only  a few close pals. But I'd rather have a few meaningful friends than a hundred sunshine pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't speak any Chinese dialect/Mandarin. Sigh. Which makes life difficult. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've always lived in the past. Which is not good but which will end.... um... soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm an emotionally constipated person. Haven't said I love you to my parents face to face before. Which is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tag anyone coz I'm too lazy to. Feel free to do this tag if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-5757181092228233194?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5757181092228233194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=5757181092228233194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5757181092228233194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5757181092228233194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-yet-again.html' title='Tagged... Yet Again'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-8737836617035205422</id><published>2009-02-07T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T06:20:57.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>Serenity Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;God grant me the            serenity&lt;br /&gt;          to accept the things I cannot change;&lt;br /&gt;          courage to change the things I can;&lt;br /&gt;          and wisdom to know the difference. &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;Living one day            at a time;&lt;br /&gt;          Enjoying one moment at a time;&lt;br /&gt;          Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;&lt;br /&gt;          Taking, as He did, this sinful world&lt;br /&gt;          as it is, not as I would have it;&lt;br /&gt;          Trusting that He will make all things right&lt;br /&gt;          if I surrender to His Will;&lt;br /&gt;          That I may be reasonably happy in this life&lt;br /&gt;          and supremely happy with Him&lt;br /&gt;          Forever in the next.&lt;br /&gt;          Amen.&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;            &lt;blockquote&gt;              &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Reinhold                Niebuhr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-8737836617035205422?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8737836617035205422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=8737836617035205422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8737836617035205422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8737836617035205422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/02/serenity-prayer.html' title='Serenity Prayer'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-938407320797556707</id><published>2009-02-05T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:10:01.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is a new feeling, to be thought of as someone who's quite stupid and who blindly follows and expects textbook answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very nice feeling though (it kinda brings your morale down).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of misunderstandings (communication barriers?) between my supervisor and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-938407320797556707?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/938407320797556707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=938407320797556707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/938407320797556707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/938407320797556707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-new-feeling-to-be-thought-of-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-6899984682788365424</id><published>2009-02-02T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:21:59.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasgow life'/><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>It snowed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure white flakes descending from the heavens above, buffeted about by the cold cold winds of Glasgow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To land on the ground, forming an endless expanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pureness, the untaintedness, the brilliant wonder of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis' indeed a pretty world that we live in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYdTgAHHvfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RnPcLJ4qqUg/s1600-h/snowman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYdTgAHHvfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RnPcLJ4qqUg/s400/snowman.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298295295875464690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Mr. Snowman agrees... don't you Smiley Snowy Man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Snow That Never Drifts by Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Snow that never drifts --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The transient, fragrant snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That comes a single time a Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is softly driving now --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So thorough in the Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At night beneath the star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That it was February's Foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Experience would swear --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like Winter as a Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We stern and former knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Repaired of all but Loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By Nature's Alibit --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Were every storm so spice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Value could not be --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We buy with contrast -- Pang is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As near as memory --      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-6899984682788365424?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6899984682788365424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=6899984682788365424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6899984682788365424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6899984682788365424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYdTgAHHvfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/RnPcLJ4qqUg/s72-c/snowman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2322898537118061183</id><published>2009-01-30T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:43:04.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolz'/><title type='text'>Bleach Crossover LOLZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYM7clMGp0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/F_FpDA2736Y/s1600-h/co6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 392px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYM7clMGp0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/F_FpDA2736Y/s400/co6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297142948923090754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly, who hasn't seen this coming? They're both powerful, young and short. Plus they share the same seiyuu hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYM7cpjXfZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/R3qKzEqflIE/s1600-h/co5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYM7cpjXfZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/R3qKzEqflIE/s400/co5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297142950094405010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOLZ. There're lots of Naruto x Bleach crossovers due to the similarities between Naruto and Ichigo and Sasuke and Ishida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYM7cYiQaVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ES0NylA3Kkk/s1600-h/co3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYM7cYiQaVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ES0NylA3Kkk/s400/co3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297142945526344018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evilly cute! Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYM7ccsV3xI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JSdO-N9Cxhc/s1600-h/co2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYM7ccsV3xI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JSdO-N9Cxhc/s400/co2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297142946642386706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go Zabimaru the new Pokemon! LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYM7AO_lRBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Uv4ufVUf6i8/s1600-h/co1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 412px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYM7AO_lRBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Uv4ufVUf6i8/s400/co1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297142461928653842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this pic the best of all. This is a hypothetical situation in which Ichigo and Naruto switch places. Oh the LULZ. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to CAPSLOCK BLEACH for the piccies. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2322898537118061183?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2322898537118061183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2322898537118061183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2322898537118061183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2322898537118061183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/01/bleach-crossover-lolz.html' title='Bleach Crossover LOLZ'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SYM7clMGp0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/F_FpDA2736Y/s72-c/co6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-243492938060770995</id><published>2009-01-24T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:24:48.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SXtq-XM6QUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sfrK8-HFXbE/s1600-h/hny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 395px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SXtq-XM6QUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sfrK8-HFXbE/s400/hny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294943406516748610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all, happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-243492938060770995?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/243492938060770995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=243492938060770995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/243492938060770995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/243492938060770995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SXtq-XM6QUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sfrK8-HFXbE/s72-c/hny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-8226551022167287073</id><published>2009-01-18T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:09:07.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOW STUPID CAN I BE TO LOSE MY WALLET IN UK?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRGHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-8226551022167287073?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8226551022167287073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=8226551022167287073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8226551022167287073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8226551022167287073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-stupid-can-i-be-to-lose-my-wallet.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-3882735226779617995</id><published>2009-01-09T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:37:54.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keep a watchful eye over yourself as if you were your own enemy; for you cannot learn to govern yourself, unless you first learn to govern your own passions and obey the dictates of your conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;- Kahlil Gibran&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-3882735226779617995?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3882735226779617995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=3882735226779617995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3882735226779617995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3882735226779617995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/01/keep-watchful-eye-over-yourself-as-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-7346715865016731996</id><published>2009-01-05T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T03:39:20.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Silence! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Be silent oh my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a heart breaking is indiscernible in the background noise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too far are you separated, too many things have changed, too few moments have been shared as too many have been missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Forget all those moments dear heart. Or it'll be the end of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you begrudge him for moving on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And what a great start it is for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Silence!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-7346715865016731996?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7346715865016731996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=7346715865016731996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7346715865016731996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7346715865016731996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2009/01/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2326880350197951861</id><published>2008-12-19T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:04:52.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Am going on holiday so will be leaving my blog for two weeks at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and happy new year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2326880350197951861?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2326880350197951861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2326880350197951861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2326880350197951861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2326880350197951861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/12/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-8917808763691013279</id><published>2008-12-13T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:46:36.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>I'm Grumpy When I Don't Have Enough Sleep</title><content type='html'>I honestly love answering questions especially those which are pertinent to examinations as I believe that discussing them strengthens the long term potentiation and all those other nifty processes leading to storage of memories in the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even mind rediscussing the whole syllabus and explaining basic concepts that you did not grasp due to reasons common enough to remain unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please respect my different time requirements and do not call me after 9pm as I will be in bed then (as I've already told you several times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be so bad if you call just to ask questions. But to seek reassurance at 11pm two nights before the exam?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I'm unsympathetic but:&lt;br /&gt;1. As you can hear from my voice and the way my words are slurred, you've just aroused me from a very comfortable slumber.&lt;br /&gt;2. It takes time for me to go back to sleep and I require at least 7 hours of undisturbed rest before being able to function.&lt;br /&gt;3. Early mornings are my optimum time. Hence I need to be able to wake up early to study and to be able to do that, I need to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;4. Everyone panics before exams. But to call me and to tell me how you are going to fail coz you cannot finish studying and to keep rehashing the same point in different ways, well, I fail to see how THAT is going to help you in any way. It's not like information of the different time dependent oral dosage forms are going to just be magically imprinted onto your brain by such a conversation. You're better off studying/sleeping and leaving me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, how would you like it if I call you at 3am (normally I'm up by then) to bemoan on something like my worries for the exam (which surprisingly, no one ever believes - sigh) or my lack of a social life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just remember to unplug and silence my phones at night. Or maybe I should learn to apply &lt;a href="http://blackgobi.blogspot.com/2008/12/gobis-famous-problem-solving-skills.html"&gt;Gobi's Famous Problem Solving Skills&lt;/a&gt;. They seem quite effective to me. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note: GOOD LUCK EVERYONE! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-8917808763691013279?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8917808763691013279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=8917808763691013279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8917808763691013279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8917808763691013279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-grumpy-when-i-dont-have-enough-sleep.html' title='I&apos;m Grumpy When I Don&apos;t Have Enough Sleep'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-4616972832023765672</id><published>2008-12-13T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:06:39.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ichiruki'/><title type='text'>I Love to Crap (An Exam Oriented Post)</title><content type='html'>Figuratively of course. Not literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back in the past, it seems that it's the only thing I'm actually good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've refined this technique over the years, crapping in debates in secondary school when I don't have a script nor any points (since I'm often the third speaker in Parliamentary Debates who's just supposed to rebut everything the opponents say), crapping sometimes when Million asks me super tough questions in A-Levels (I really got to thank her for my strong foundation in Chem though - it's thanks to her relentless whys that I actually got to thinking more than just memorizing all those facts), crapping bout lecture notes when they are actually not self explanatory, crapping during exams when I forgot the facts and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are too much:&lt;br /&gt;1. Explain the differences in CNS pharmacokinetic profiles of DepoCyt and conventional cytarabine following intrathecal administration. (8m)&lt;br /&gt;- Depocyt has a longer half life of 87+/- 15 h hence distributes evenly in the CSF compared to conventional cytarabine with a half life of 2-3 h.&lt;br /&gt;- Depocyt is eliminated via biphasic elimination whereas conventional cytarabine follows a first order decrease.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what else is there to write bout these to merit the 8m? Absorption here doesn't play a role since they're administered directly into the CSF, neither will metabolism (via deaminases) since they only want the CNS pharmacokinetic profiles. Sighz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Explain how the stratum corneum prevents water loss from the skin. (10m)&lt;br /&gt;- By acting as a barrier to water loss.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;And really that will be the end of all my marks too :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, technically I can talk bout the structure of the skin bla bla bla but that really will not contribute all the other 9m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, these are all too boring to talk about for long since they really a sleep-inducing topics. So to make this entry somewhat palatable, I bring some funny Bleach stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SUQFnPEA-SI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kt0Ap-54dZc/s1600-h/Rukia_Is_Mine_by_Etania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SUQFnPEA-SI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kt0Ap-54dZc/s400/Rukia_Is_Mine_by_Etania.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279350834801473826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute rite? Haha. Renji vs Ichigo for Rukia! With Byakuya as the judge in the background too. LOLZ. By &lt;a href="http://etania.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;Etania&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SUQGfv0Md7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ATE9FmCNBO8/s1600-h/0ecbc0058e70457e28bae2d42654939a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SUQGfv0Md7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ATE9FmCNBO8/s200/0ecbc0058e70457e28bae2d42654939a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279351805666162610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh, Rukia! Our children have already grown so much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up." Kaien said grumpily from his seat. "Why do you keep that stupid poster up, anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rukia sighed, putting dinner on the table. "Idiot."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like father like son. LOLZ. By &lt;a href="http://tigershinigami.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;TigerShinigami&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that makes life a little more bearable. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-4616972832023765672?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4616972832023765672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=4616972832023765672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4616972832023765672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4616972832023765672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-to-crap-exam-oriented-post.html' title='I Love to Crap (An Exam Oriented Post)'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SUQFnPEA-SI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kt0Ap-54dZc/s72-c/Rukia_Is_Mine_by_Etania.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-3433166954673879302</id><published>2008-12-06T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:39:20.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ichiruki'/><title type='text'>Fade To Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/STrdICKrl4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/PewgoCP1jAc/s1600-h/ftb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/STrdICKrl4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/PewgoCP1jAc/s400/ftb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276773043508320130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/STrXMOvtI-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/31d8o94daj8/s1600-h/ftb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/STrXMOvtI-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/31d8o94daj8/s400/ftb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276766518534546402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Promotional posters and the movie guide for the newest Bleach movie, Fade to Black is already out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 3rd movie hopefully will do better than its predecessors in being more than just a shounen filler extragavanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this movie sounds and looks promising, basically it's about Rukia and the rest of Soul Society losing their memories due to some incident.... hence, it's Ichigo to the rescue again! However, what makes this different compared to the other movies is that KT has some input in this movie - the title of the movie, Fade to Black is his idea as well as the Japanese subtitle - Calling Out Your Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fans of Ichiruki all over the world are also eagerly awaiting this movie as there has been not much development in the Hueco Mundo arc where the focus was mainly on Orihime - so, is this a hint of what to come pairings-wise in Bleach as KT apparently has a say in this movie? Will there be anything concrete occuring? Is this a subtle acknowledgement of Ichiruki? Well, maybe FTB will answer some of this burning queries but IMHO, this is and will remain just a filler. Granted, Byakuya saving Rukia against the Bounto Yoshi and in Memories of Nobody are fillers as well and he really did save her again in the canon arc (i.e. against Zommari). However, it must not be forgotten that fillers are merely fillers - i.e. no further progress on Hitsu/Karin despite the soccer episode, Ashido is about to be forgotten, Cloud, Nova and Ririn are memories of yesterday, to illustrate a few examples. Maybe I'm being pessimistic, but I think it's better to go with low expectations and to be pleasantly surprised rather than vice versa (despite being a BIG fan of Ichiruki as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with all this meaningless chatter, here are some FTB movie goodies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kubo:&lt;/b&gt; From the 2nd movie the subtitle was brought up by me. From the time when I first heard that the memory of Rukia will be disappearing inside everyone an image came into my mind that Rukia’s memory of Ichigo and the gotei 13 will be disappearing. From there the meaning of “Disappearing into black” became the subtitle “Fade to black”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming up with the English subtitle "Fade to Black” they asked me to come up with the Japanese subtitle (laughs) So after carefully digesting the scenario I searched for some scenes that can be the key word or words that I can use, and found that in the plot, someone calling out someone’s name, especially in this story where &lt;b&gt;Ichigo calling out Rukia’s name was a strong expression that even though no one else remembers you I do&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;and I found out it had an important meaning behind it.&lt;/strong&gt; So that’s how I came up with the subtitle “Calling Out Your name”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- An excerpt from an interview with KT about his role in the upcoming movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/bleachness/218768.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for another tidbit of a translated interview with Ichigo and Rukia's seiyuus as well as links to Bleach TV for a sort of behind the scenes of the movie (too bad it's not subbed though) - credit to &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/bleachness/"&gt;Bleachness&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you're interested to know what happens in the movie, go &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4684629/1/bleach_fade_to_black"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the translated version of the movie (of course it still doesn't beat watching it but we'll make do with what we have).&lt;br /&gt;- credit to all the people on Ichiruki BA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xG4S1iaw5lQ"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;'s the movie preview on the current episode's opening and closing credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another&lt;a href="http://www.jumpland.com/animetour/bleach/"&gt; trailer&lt;/a&gt; for the movie - the background music is the movie's theme song by Porno Graffiti - supposedly a famous band in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's part of the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Tonight where does the moon illuminate&lt;br /&gt;With the thick clouds covering the sky&lt;br /&gt;Tonight who will you be embraced by&lt;br /&gt;You wander in the lost road you escape the wind by the thunder cloud&lt;br /&gt;You even start hating your true self&lt;br /&gt;You even pretend you are a traveler&lt;br /&gt;Alone, you let the rain pour on you&lt;br /&gt;If you are going you rather go to a wasteland&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I wonder if you can you see the moon&lt;br /&gt;Even, tonight if you can't find the place where the moon illuminates I will make sure I'll find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds pretty shippy (I like! :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite trying not to, I can't help but feel quite excited bout this movie.. Looking forward to next September then (when the subbed version will be out). :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-3433166954673879302?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3433166954673879302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=3433166954673879302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3433166954673879302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3433166954673879302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/12/fade-to-black.html' title='Fade To Black'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/STrdICKrl4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/PewgoCP1jAc/s72-c/ftb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-542776446009392306</id><published>2008-12-05T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:31:00.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Quarter Life Crisis?</title><content type='html'>Listening to all those sad music on my blog (Starry Melodies) makes my heart ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ache for what I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia would say I sendiri cari pasal, listening to such music all the time. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's like a drug - I can't help myself but to listen to these everytime my computer is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there would be a longing... for... something... which I don't know until this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those unwoven dreams of yesteryears?&lt;br /&gt;The unknown future?&lt;br /&gt;The volatile present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the reason why I switched the music on my blog to anime songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... Byakuya's Yozora no Kawa is haunting me... Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-542776446009392306?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/542776446009392306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=542776446009392306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/542776446009392306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/542776446009392306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/12/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter Life Crisis?'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-4392441872937819535</id><published>2008-12-04T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:03:00.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>Bleach Parody</title><content type='html'>When I read &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Bleach"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, I was like... OMG ROFLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is superbly humourous! Think Tite Kubo @ Uryu Kubo as a fashion designer (instead of a mangaka) who's famous, with well known faces as his models: Kurosaki Ichigo, the main front face of his line, Inoue Orihime, with her generous bust, Chad, as his favourite foreigner who enhances Orihime's pics, Abarai Renji, a world renown model, Kuchiki Rukia, the antithesis of Orihime and the delicious Kuchiki Byakuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be forgotten too are the fans of his fashion line (not going to mention coz don't wanna spoil the fun). LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really well written, and the pics - gosh, the way they're interpreted are just priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-4392441872937819535?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4392441872937819535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=4392441872937819535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4392441872937819535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4392441872937819535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/12/bleach-parody.html' title='Bleach Parody'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-5761696854523521630</id><published>2008-12-03T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T03:06:34.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byakuya'/><title type='text'>River of the Night Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/STZnuPo6-RI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fg0eMJicN_M/s1600-h/byakuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/STZnuPo6-RI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fg0eMJicN_M/s400/byakuya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275518057680926994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to Bleach fandom! Episode 197 is just full of Byakuya's charisma, that I couldn't help but start to re-fangirl him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my quest to find out everything about Byakuya, I found Yozora no Kawa or River of The Night Sky, a Byakuya character song from Bleach Beat Collection Season 4 - Byakuya and Rukia. I find the tune haunting and sad, yet calm and stoic, resigned to fate much like the Captain of the Sixth himself. Byakuya's seiyuu sang the song, and although he wouldn't win any singing awards any time soon, his deep melancholic voice fits it perfectly. The translation is also poignant, but is rather ambiguous on whether he is singing to Rukia or Hisana. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKFsaOX5Qqw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;, have a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics and translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanashimi no iro o oshiete iru you na&lt;br /&gt;Shizuka na yozora ni&lt;br /&gt;As though teaching me the colour of sadness&lt;br /&gt;In the peaceful night sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kizukanu to shitara&lt;br /&gt;Kizukasete hoshii&lt;br /&gt;Shirubeki subete o&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you understand&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you ought to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooku ni mieru nuguenu namida&lt;br /&gt;Mamorikirenai kotoba ga hibiku&lt;br /&gt;From far away I can see your unwiped tears&lt;br /&gt;The words that I can't hold on to are ringing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekai ga owaru nara&lt;br /&gt;Sono toki ni wa wakaru darou ka&lt;br /&gt;Kotae o shiranu mama hitotsu mune o tojita&lt;br /&gt;If the world should end&lt;br /&gt;Surely in that moment you'd understand&lt;br /&gt;That without knowing the answer, my solitary heart closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanashimi no oto ga kikoenai you na&lt;br /&gt;Sewashii sekai ga&lt;br /&gt;The hectic world goes on&lt;br /&gt;as though the sound of sadness can't be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukiau koto o toozakeru nara&lt;br /&gt;Sukoshi kobameru odayaka na hibi&lt;br /&gt;If meeting face to face is still a distant thought&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll reject just a little this peaceful daily life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subete o tsuranuite&lt;br /&gt;Tsuyoku arou kokoro midasazu&lt;br /&gt;Saigo no negai sae kanaerarenu yoru ni&lt;br /&gt;Penetrating through everything&lt;br /&gt;A heart with strong resolve won't be swayed&lt;br /&gt;Even on a night when a last wish can't be granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yozora ni azukete wa&lt;br /&gt;Tojita mama no kokoro no kawa wa&lt;br /&gt;Dare ni mo shirarezuni shizuka ni kagayaite&lt;br /&gt;Relying on the night sky&lt;br /&gt;The river of my closed heart&lt;br /&gt;Silently shimmered without anyone knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekai ga owaru nara&lt;br /&gt;Sono toki ni wa ieru darou ka&lt;br /&gt;Afureru omoide o nazoru you ni tsugeyou&lt;br /&gt;Hitomi ga kasanatte hitotsu mune ni saita&lt;br /&gt;If the world should end&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, surely, I'd be able to say it&lt;br /&gt;Like tracing the overflowing memories, I'll tell you that&lt;br /&gt;Reflected in your eyes was the bloom of a solitary heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just have a soft spot for all these stoic, powerful characters. LOLZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-5761696854523521630?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5761696854523521630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=5761696854523521630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5761696854523521630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5761696854523521630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-going-back-to-bleach-fandom-episode.html' title='River of the Night Sky'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/STZnuPo6-RI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fg0eMJicN_M/s72-c/byakuya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-7144308273020968173</id><published>2008-11-30T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:33:57.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory lane'/><title type='text'>A Trip Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>Every once in awhile, I'll go crazy and do something really stupid like taking a traipse down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the effect of sitting alone in Starbucks with a mug of hot chocolate alone on a cold winter day, watching teenagers hang out with their friends which reminded me of my own teenage years (which wasn't too long ago :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after such episodes of reminiscence, I always have to go back and reread e-mails/icq chats/messages from that period of time. I know I know, sendiri cari pasal, and I've even let the past go already actually. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rereading (and reliving) those past memories are great. Who can forget:&lt;br /&gt;- chatting with Stefanie online, offline, and for hours long on the telephone before AND after school (I went to afternoon school at that time)&lt;br /&gt;- Juston who always called me Kodok. RIP my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;- my enmity with Chin, Sam and Young. Oh my. That was during the stage when I was teased with them, Young coz I sat next to him in class (and they said I looked like him - PLEASE), Chin coz my dad and his dad were colleagues, and Sam? I can't remember the reason. Anyways, at the end of the day, Sam and Chin are now quite close buddies of mine but I still haven't conversed with Young until now. LOLZ. No great loss though. :P&lt;br /&gt;- how I used to icq chat with Mysterious Girl and yumcha as Rogue. Also became acquainted with Calvin Loh, my junior, at that time. Then my online friendship circle increased to include people from Ketari, Katholik etc. I also grew kind of fond to the nickname Starfire and it stuck until this very day. Oh yeah, must not also forget that my friendship with green^finger also begun later.&lt;br /&gt;- the tasteless fried rice we made in ERT.&lt;br /&gt;- the class newspaper (gossip paper?) we set up which met an untimely demise.&lt;br /&gt;- English week where we sapu all the prizes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;- Ken Yu who I thought was kinda obnoxious. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;- the teacher I couldn't stand. Was immature at that time though. No further comment.&lt;br /&gt;- how I loved Geography classes with Pn. Rohayati. However, if you ask me anything bout Geography now the only thing you'll get from me is a blank look. :P&lt;br /&gt;- Miss Lee's science experiments. Especially the tiub visking one which looked like a dugong LOLZ. And even better since I had Theepa the funny guy as a bench mate. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Mrs. Lim's English classes. They're fun! Although sometimes I get a feeling that she thinks... ah well, forget that thought.&lt;br /&gt;- Our Form 3 class motto! Resillience In The Face Of Adversity! I thought it up and Seng Aun fixed it up.&lt;br /&gt;- The evileness of Dinosaur Lady. No hard feelings now though. :P&lt;br /&gt;- How I cheated for my KH project (I sent the stuff to the tailor to do la coz I can't sew to save my life).&lt;br /&gt;- How we would skip recess to work on our (failing) woodwork. :P&lt;br /&gt;- How my pateri always seem to suck and my electrical circuits always fail.&lt;br /&gt;- Interdistrict English debate in Temerloh! How we trashed some small-fry school before falling to SM Clifford.&lt;br /&gt;- Editorial board for the school mag. We had a dream and we achieved that dream.&lt;br /&gt;- A crush on someone. LOLZ. Gosh, that was embarassing. :P&lt;br /&gt;- Prefectship. And being a part of the AJKT, among my dad's students.&lt;br /&gt;- How much I hated Add Math. Especially the chapter on logarithms. And how I had to do sums each day to "practice".&lt;br /&gt;- Accounts and Physics tuition where I got to know other students better.&lt;br /&gt;- How I loathe Ujian Tara each year. And Sports Day too. And how I tried to get out by being a PBSM member - it worked in Form 5 finally! :)&lt;br /&gt;- My great big fall out with Stef and gang. Eventually was resolved though. Thank God. :) Life's too short to spend it being angry with others.&lt;br /&gt;- My recess-time adventures when all I wanted was a friend and everyone thought otherwise. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;- Prefect's camp! As the evil facilitator who threw eggs, flour and water balloons at poor newbie prefects (and some old ones too).&lt;br /&gt;- Kuiz Sains Negara. We represented Pahang but got last in the state eliminations (in Kuantan too! paiseh).&lt;br /&gt;- how I was one of the few who always attended Mr. Chin's classes (together with Chin who couldn't run away LOLZ).&lt;br /&gt;- how I used to borrow Sudeep's past years from different states.&lt;br /&gt;- Chemistry classes with Pn. Wong. They're never boring.&lt;br /&gt;- not sleeping before exams. Coz cannot finish studying. Even Biology for SPM. Shh..&lt;br /&gt;- Form 6 orientation. And form 6 combined classes in the great hall.&lt;br /&gt;- attempting to take Physics as an extra subject. I must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;- prefectship once again and the struggle for power. And once I got the post of Head Girl I had to leave. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had to leave for INTEC.  Which is a different story altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember that in Form 1/2, Stef wrote a story on us being grown up. How different we ended up - which showed how we've changed over the years. Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to be a computer engineer as I was interested in computers then (I must be crazy) - I'm now a pharmacist to be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo-Anne was supposed to be headmistress of SMK Sulaiman - she's now in the media industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace was supposed to be Mrs. Nick Carter and live in the US - she's now in the US doing music psychology and everyone has forgotten who's Nick Carter already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really remember bout the rest. Anyone care to refresh my memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times were indeed golden. Did I miss out anything? Looks like it's imperative that I jot this all down before my memory fails me (as it is, I already see large gaps in the story). Those days in SMK Sulaiman were indeed quite nice (though at that time all we wanted to do was to grow up as soon as possible). But it is indeed interesting to see where we all are now. We might be spread all across the world, but the bonds we have, the past we shared will always link us forevermore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the present. Got lab tomorrow so will go and sleep now. Hopefully my tissue is fine tomorrow (crosses fingers).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-7144308273020968173?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7144308273020968173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=7144308273020968173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7144308273020968173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7144308273020968173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='A Trip Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-5706072077902212455</id><published>2008-11-23T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:04:00.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharm stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I know that I'm a final year pharmacy student who's going to start practicing next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm "supposed" to be intellectual (note the word supposed), people actually expect me to blog on pharmacy-related issues, i.e. how Malaysia should start following the latest research on therapeutics and not some study done don't-know-how-many-donkey-years-ago and improve the health of the citizens and health economics to boot (healthy people = more working people = more tax = rich nation; but must make people healthy in a cheap a way as possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe make some witty comments on the slow acceptance of doctors towards pharmacists who can dispense (since we actually are trained for that) and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow... I feel disengaged from the profession (at least the clinical and hospital side of it) at the moment. Maybe it's because I haven't been on much clinical placements (aside from that 1 week in Seremban Hospital and 1 week rotting in the dispensary in Hospital Bentong) or haven't really been exposed to the working environment much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really help either that my research project is more focused on cardiovascular pharmacology, which like most of the other projects here in Scotland is more towards research i.e. I can't really see the relation between it and being a pharmacist. It's very unlikely for a doctor or a patient to suddenly ask me to explain the mechanics of calcium signalling in the heart and how it leads to them suffering a heart failure right? But don't get me wrong, I like my research project and I hope to see myself furthering my studies someday (hope being the key word - lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing which reminds of the role of a hospital pharmacist now is all those pharm care presentations we have every week which are interesting in their own right, especially those of the home students as it is cool to note the different health care systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I seem more interested in inconsequential stuff like anime or which European country to visit next etc. I know I need to set my priorities - the 6 years in government service is calling out to me. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm thankful for blogs like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dispensing with Sanity, Malaysian Pharmacist, Pharmland&lt;/span&gt; (not really a blog, just somewhere for me to search for more pharm-related blogs) to keep me grounded (see my sidebar for the links).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without these blogs, I will tend to lose perspective and be just another non-thinking professional (when I start working) whose role in life is to work, go home, work, go home etc merely to earn a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for highlighting all the issues that pharmacists will face, thanks for fighting for all our rights even as some of us (seem to) remain apathetic to the progress (but rest assured we're, ok, at least I am, rooting for you guys although I don't seem to show it), thanks for reminding us that we're all humans, we're working with humans and we're serving humans - all of which are prone to error and will hence face problems - but we're never alone on this as illustrated by these blogs - since others will also face similar problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mostly thanks for bringing us all down to reality. Life as a pharmacist is not easy; we just need to remember why we're set on becoming one - that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On a side note, I can just imagine all my idealism getting squashed to the ground  on the first day of work - but at least I'll be prepared. LOLZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-5706072077902212455?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5706072077902212455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=5706072077902212455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5706072077902212455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5706072077902212455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-i-know-that-im-final-year-pharmacy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-3202713729241282863</id><published>2008-11-22T05:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:01:56.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasgow life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>I Miss U, IMU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SSgMlnX74bI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EmR-P8dRZTw/s1600-h/n673275645_2305139_4193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SSgMlnX74bI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EmR-P8dRZTw/s400/n673275645_2305139_4193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271477204201234866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sue me. It's been less than half a year, I've yet to see snow fall and already I want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I actually even miss IMU. Coz whenever previously anyone asked where I am from I'll tell them I'm (was) studying in the uni which looks remarkably like a refurbished shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least there's a burger stall and lots of food options near that place, right, unlike here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that lecturers there are not so condescending and patronizing, unlike a certain person here (who-shall-remain-unnamed-but-I'm-sure-everyone-knows-who-she-is). I mean seriously, if you guys don't want us here, then why sign the agreement to have twinning students come over in the first place? Then you don't need to exert effort to make them feel so unwanted right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I miss Mr. David, with his dry sense of humour, Prof Yeoh who's like a kindly grandmother, Mr. Benny, with his warped sense of humour, Mr. Mudassir, who'll always say hi whenever we meet him out of class, Dr. Tan who's always ready with a smile, Prof Peter, though we only see him once a sem (if lucky) and many others. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this rant doesn't apply to all. Some are very nice, like Ian Towle (who actually remembers our names!) and Sandy Gray (who frequently acknowledges us in his classes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just too used to being a teacher's pet. LOLZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-3202713729241282863?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3202713729241282863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=3202713729241282863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3202713729241282863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3202713729241282863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-u-imu.html' title='I Miss U, IMU'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SSgMlnX74bI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EmR-P8dRZTw/s72-c/n673275645_2305139_4193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-4466544732940948523</id><published>2008-11-21T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:02:00.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><title type='text'>Bleach Colour Spread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SSXGEy8eYcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Yc8Lsh2YSqM/s1600-h/000hyxad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SSXGEy8eYcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Yc8Lsh2YSqM/s400/000hyxad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270836724604232130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, is Bleach changing its color scheme from blue to green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm that, look at Ukitake! Don't you think he looks absolutely fabulous here? Didn't realise his eyes were so greeeeeeeeeeeeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes into fangirling mode*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-4466544732940948523?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4466544732940948523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=4466544732940948523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4466544732940948523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4466544732940948523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/bleach-colour-spread.html' title='Bleach Colour Spread'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SSXGEy8eYcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Yc8Lsh2YSqM/s72-c/000hyxad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-1780388270181742062</id><published>2008-11-20T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:27:58.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>Akatsuki Fic Recs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SSRtBoRyOLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BximaRJoeLE/s1600-h/akatsuki-Org-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SSRtBoRyOLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BximaRJoeLE/s400/akatsuki-Org-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270457338689632434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I like the Akatsuki too despite them being the villains of the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite their horrendous choice of robes (seriously, black with red clouds?) and the fact that they paint their nails back (despite being majority men).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they're interesting and it's cool to see their back-story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're a real diverse bunch of people too. Where else would you get a shark-nin, a religious zealot, some weird two-faced guy and a guy who enjoys transient beauty all at once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt that hot Itachi is also one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the spirit of Akatsuki-ness, here's some fic recs for you all! Note that they're mainly of the humour genre. Adds to the fun IMHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3276016/1/Piano_Man_and_Church_Boy"&gt;Piano Man and Church Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidan and Itachi have to work together to assassinate their target, and due to circumstaces beyond their control, have to crash a wedding to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3805916/1/Paying_A_Compliment"&gt;Paying a Compliment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fact of life Kakuzu had come to accept. When you were as good looking as Hidan, people tended to treat you like a god. Funnily enough, Kakuzu couldn't recall ever getting the same treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3486211/1/Inamorato"&gt;Inamorato&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told Tobi that out of all the calendar holidays, Valentine’s Day was the last one to be passionately celebrated in the company of seven homicidal men. Crackfic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-1780388270181742062?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1780388270181742062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=1780388270181742062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/1780388270181742062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/1780388270181742062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/akatsuki-fic-recs.html' title='Akatsuki Fic Recs'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SSRtBoRyOLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BximaRJoeLE/s72-c/akatsuki-Org-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-9151812117755228169</id><published>2008-11-19T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:09:18.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Malay Song Recs</title><content type='html'>Am listening to some Malay songs currently. I actually quite like those angst-tinged songs, despite the fact that many Chinese (at least those that I know) don't. But then again, one man's meat is another's poison, and although I enjoy certain Chinese songs too (Jay Chou, Michael), with Malay songs at least I know what they're singing about as sad to say, I'm a banana (though most of the time the lyrics are not *that* profound).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among my favourite songs include:&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCCbqsB_V6U"&gt;Kau Ilhamku&lt;/a&gt; by Man Bai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the very first Malay songs introduced to me, a rather mushy (jiwang) song about someone being the inspiration of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSvxPWTIo60"&gt;Belaian Jiwa&lt;/a&gt; by Innuendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This song is so famous in Malaysia that it is a staple in singing competitions and karaokes. A rather soothing song, methinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fg_URmB7UCc"&gt;Mungkin Nanti&lt;/a&gt; by Peter Pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of my favourites. An angsty song on the probability of reunion and the pleading of one not to relive the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FTFPYQs2gs"&gt;Hidupku Kan Damaikan Hatimu&lt;/a&gt; by Caffein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The newest song on my playlist. No idea who or what Caffein is but the song is in a similar vein to the previous ones, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5.  &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/mie149/music/J34E2ywX/francisca_peter_roy_tak_kenal_maka_tak_cinta/"&gt;Tak Kenal Maka Tak Cinta&lt;/a&gt; by Francisca Peter &amp;amp; Roy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An oldie oft heard on Lite FM. On how to love someone without knowing that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ok, back to my intro. Sighz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-9151812117755228169?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/9151812117755228169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=9151812117755228169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/9151812117755228169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/9151812117755228169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/malay-song-recs.html' title='Malay Song Recs'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2660285194879187991</id><published>2008-11-15T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:39:19.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>Ino Fanfic Recs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SR8zBMRvwCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4_SJWwkcWOI/s1600-h/ino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SR8zBMRvwCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4_SJWwkcWOI/s320/ino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268986184615313442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I KNOW I should be actually writing out the introduction to my (boring) research paper and not go off and read fanfics, but.... the temptation was just impossible for me to resist. So, looks like I gotta get up early tomorrow to compensate for today's laxness. But before I go off to bed, here's what caught my attention these past few hours... INO FANFICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Ino, you may ask. Well, she's Sakura's on-again-off-again friend/rival for Sasuke's affection. She appears to be very superficial in the anime, but could actually be more than what she appears to be as her character isn't developed very much. She's pretty (prettier than Sakura!) and has the potential to go much further as she possesses the Yamanaka bloodline limit of infiltrating others' mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, as her character intrigues me, I went off searching for Ino-centred fanfics and unearthed some nice ones. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3062288/1/Little_Blonde_Girl"&gt;Little Blonde Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the people Uchiha Itachi could be jealous of, it had to be his little brother And over a little blonde girl, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A humourous one-shot on Sasuke's asexuality... and why Itachi should have just killed him off. LOLZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3098805/1/Akatsuki_Over_Flowers"&gt;Akatsuki Over Flowers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AU Meteor Garden Naruto style! Ino is an ordinary girl with a strong personality. But when she enters Iwa College,she faces the wrath of the most popular bullies, the Akatsuki 4. Will she survive? ItaIno SasoIno ItaInoSaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A monstrous epic mirroring Meteor Garden. Very nicely written, funny, and intriguing. Too bad the author does not intend to continue her work.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4646138/1/Point_of_Tangency"&gt;Point of Tangency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4646138/1/Point_of_Tangency"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The mission was simple. All she had to do was to make Uchiha Sasuke fall in love with her… and then stab him in the back. That is, until a certain Hyuuga Neji came and screwed things up. SasuInoNeji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another upcoming and promosing AU fanfic. It involves Ino, Sasuke and Neji; the three hot stuff of Naruto. What more can you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4.  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4332443/1/In_My_Imagination"&gt;In My Imagination&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura is the new girlfriend. Ino is the old friend. She at first feels threatened, but now she just wants to know what had happened two years ago... SakuSasuIno ItaIno SakuNaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet another AU. A nice piece where the author weaves in the dynamics of the Uchiha family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;troubles convincingly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2660285194879187991?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2660285194879187991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2660285194879187991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2660285194879187991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2660285194879187991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/ino-fanfic-recs.html' title='Ino Fanfic Recs'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SR8zBMRvwCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4_SJWwkcWOI/s72-c/ino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-5453686630962050540</id><published>2008-11-12T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:00:32.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharm stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>Pharmacist Rocks!</title><content type='html'>Haha, found a great blog by a Malaysian pharmacist working a hospital somewhere in Malaysia. It's very informative especially for pharmacy students who are going to enter the workforce soon. It's also VERY eye-opening (especially on the kerenah of the doctors LOLZ). Wow, would you look at all the pharm care issues presented? No wonder people have no faith in Malaysian healthcare system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, I present everyone with &lt;a href="http://www.emotiontoemotion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dispensing With Sanity&lt;/a&gt;. It's one of the best opinion filled blogs I've ever read. You rock, Mark!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-5453686630962050540?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5453686630962050540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=5453686630962050540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5453686630962050540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5453686630962050540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/pharmacist-rocks.html' title='Pharmacist Rocks!'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-3852487092861112050</id><published>2008-11-11T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T03:42:52.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasgow life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need:&lt;br /&gt;Patience.&lt;br /&gt;Humility.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be aware of:&lt;br /&gt;Pride.&lt;br /&gt;Anger.&lt;br /&gt;Irritation.&lt;br /&gt;Envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAARGH..... Everything seems to be going wrong. My word programme is typing in Mandarin.. Every time I switch the font back to Calibri, the next letter would be in Mandarin. WTH?? Every little thing sets me off now. People stepping on my bed, people messing with my stuff... Gah. Maybe I should go to bed. Or turn to my faithful Bleach and Naruto fandom. Surely they won't let me down too.... will they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-3852487092861112050?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3852487092861112050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=3852487092861112050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3852487092861112050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3852487092861112050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-patience.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-4332263692146030920</id><published>2008-11-10T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:49:32.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>Thought Provoking</title><content type='html'>A meaningful &lt;a href="http://iamlengzhai.blogspot.com/2008/11/accident-me-doctor.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; by Mustaqim (one of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; meaningful ones on his blog :P) on the role of a health care provider (actually he was talking about the role of doctors but I feel that it is applicable to all health care providers). What he posted was true, too often we, as health care providers only provide medical service and tend to see the patient as a disease state rather than a living, talking being with feelings. Too often we fall into the trap of failing to treat them emotionally as well. Let's just hope that we all realize this failing and try to stop ourselves from falling into such a trap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-4332263692146030920?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4332263692146030920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=4332263692146030920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4332263692146030920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4332263692146030920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/thought-provoking.html' title='Thought Provoking'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-332519544596052774</id><published>2008-11-09T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:50:03.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Love Thyself</title><content type='html'>It is important to realize our self worth - something sorely lacking in Asian (Malaysian?) societies. We must first love ourselves before we can extend our love to others. It is worth remembering self love is not this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SRc-OqjMSQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FrDaFbNHrys/s1600-h/abc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SRc-OqjMSQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FrDaFbNHrys/s400/abc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266746710894070018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but a feeling of happiness and content with oneself, imperfections and all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I shall ignore what Kelvin and Alfred said today. :P :P As well as what Slimy!Sheldy constantly tells me.. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-332519544596052774?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/332519544596052774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=332519544596052774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/332519544596052774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/332519544596052774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-thyself.html' title='Love Thyself'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SRc-OqjMSQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FrDaFbNHrys/s72-c/abc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-630193477962227213</id><published>2008-11-07T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:42:00.199-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasgow life'/><title type='text'>Bonfire Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SRSLsXBWd7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/y56l3S9AFsE/s1600-h/img_0633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SRSLsXBWd7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/y56l3S9AFsE/s400/img_0633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265987458513139634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SRSKKahoH0I/AAAAAAAAADU/dUeZCYGcfso/s1600-h/img_0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SRSKKahoH0I/AAAAAAAAADU/dUeZCYGcfso/s400/img_0734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265985775826640706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SRSKFeR4mLI/AAAAAAAAADM/5H-Kb7rMiIU/s1600-h/img_0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SRSKFeR4mLI/AAAAAAAAADM/5H-Kb7rMiIU/s400/img_0624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265985690935007410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SRSKADyEz3I/AAAAAAAAADE/MK1PLKSmGz0/s1600-h/img_0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SRSKADyEz3I/AAAAAAAAADE/MK1PLKSmGz0/s400/img_0622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265985597922922354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-630193477962227213?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/630193477962227213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=630193477962227213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/630193477962227213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/630193477962227213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/bonfire-night.html' title='Bonfire Night'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SRSLsXBWd7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/y56l3S9AFsE/s72-c/img_0633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-5848399194408532575</id><published>2008-11-04T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:06:15.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>Bleach Pic Recs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SQ7onQUFeAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6c-M7XrAQzQ/s1600-h/Zombies_Ate_My_Nakama_by_Gogeta_gal_159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SQ7onQUFeAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6c-M7XrAQzQ/s400/Zombies_Ate_My_Nakama_by_Gogeta_gal_159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264400775534442498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice pic rite? It's cool that it's done with the theme of Zombies Ate My Neighbours (loved that game). And the placement of Aaroniero/Kaien as a zombie is simply hilarious. But what cinches it all is the goodie at the back - Orihime being chased by an evile zombie! LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was done by a brilliant artist by the name of &lt;a href="http://gogeta-gal-159.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="u"&gt;Gogeta-gal-159&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Go visit her profile at deviant art for more pics.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-5848399194408532575?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5848399194408532575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=5848399194408532575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5848399194408532575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5848399194408532575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/bleach-pic-recs.html' title='Bleach Pic Recs'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SQ7onQUFeAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6c-M7XrAQzQ/s72-c/Zombies_Ate_My_Nakama_by_Gogeta_gal_159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2151704591201131018</id><published>2008-11-03T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:46:00.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>Looking at the choice of music I listen to, I can only conclude that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 16-17, I listen to Mix.fm. My favourite artistes then being Westlife, Michelle Branch, Vanessa Carlton and other similar songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 18-19, I balanced my time between Mix.fm and Hitz.fm. That's when I was (and still am) crazy over all those emo-rock songs. Dashboard Confessional, 3 Doors Down, Trapt, Vertical Horizon, Matchbox 20, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered IMU, besides all those emo-rock to put me into an angst-y mood, I began to listen to (gasp) Light &amp;amp; Easy. Occasionally Fly.fm as well, but you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light &amp;amp; Easy is the station my parents tune in to. They play old songs by Elvis Presley (which I don't like), Elvis Costello (the song "She" sounds nice), REO Speedwagon, Cliff Richards and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often wonder why I listen to such a mellow (to put it nicely) station... Well, mostly because it brings back memories but also because... I like the songs (I'm an old soul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And probably because I'm getting on in age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I turn 23, I realize that I've progressed to another milestone in music age. I've began to like listening to instrumental music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I console myself that most of the instrumental music I like are from anime (and Slimy!Sheldon my lil bro listens to them too!) but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like by the time I turn 30 I'll be listening to Mozart and friends. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for everything - the wishes, the effort... You've all made my day (and year ). :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2151704591201131018?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2151704591201131018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2151704591201131018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2151704591201131018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2151704591201131018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-7276629223058047915</id><published>2008-11-03T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T04:27:53.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SQhf8fchmaI/AAAAAAAAACc/p7VnKC5PXkI/s1600-h/bestfriend.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SQhf8fchmaI/AAAAAAAAACc/p7VnKC5PXkI/s320/bestfriend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262561657420356002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the guy who's never ever forgotten my birthday (and who'd better not, coz he doesn't have an excuse)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the birthday wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always being there, thanks for the memories and most of all, thanks for being who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed hanging out with you (and your wacky obsessions with planes LOL). Take care, stay safe and see you (in person) next year alrite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS. It's great chatting with you again... ;) Sorry the line was so bad - but perhaps you could really read my mind. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-7276629223058047915?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7276629223058047915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=7276629223058047915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7276629223058047915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7276629223058047915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-guy-whos-never-ever-forgotten-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SQhf8fchmaI/AAAAAAAAACc/p7VnKC5PXkI/s72-c/bestfriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-8484722662070393810</id><published>2008-11-02T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:42:18.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She has always been told that the harder she held onto the fistful of sand (friendship? love?), the faster it will trickle out of her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never listens, as she held (clutched) harder and harder, trying to salvage as many of the tiny grains as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, as time passes by, the sands (bonds broken? past forgotten?) keep trickling out - as she stood helpless... helpless to stop the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never hers to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-8484722662070393810?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8484722662070393810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=8484722662070393810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8484722662070393810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8484722662070393810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-has-always-been-told-that-harder.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-9184555415525030378</id><published>2008-11-01T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:01:05.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Facebook &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>Facebook doesn't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I removed my relationship bar (coz I wanted a change - not because I wanted to hide anything!) and Facebook advertised to all and sundry that I'm no longer single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you should see the amount of comments &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; generated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been so popular before. LOLZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-9184555415525030378?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/9184555415525030378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=9184555415525030378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/9184555415525030378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/9184555415525030378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/11/facebook-me.html' title='Facebook &amp; Me'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2733688361319219798</id><published>2008-10-31T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:55:10.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A lovely surprise!</title><content type='html'>Was planning to go to Naomi's today for dinner and a catch-up session  with the Uni of Glasgow people. It was supposed to be a potluck with us pharmacy-ians in charge of making coleslaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chopped the cabbage and carrots with Lydia in the afternoon and watched Jeannie, Jacinta et al baking Carolyn's birthday cake - some sort of Japanese cheesecake. Thought to myself how nice they are, and then how that won't happen to me, since I made it clear to Lydia that all I wanted for my birthday was cold hard cash. LOL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But still, it would be nice to have lotsa people putting in a lot of effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to my room to catch up on my One Tree Hill. Yi Lyn and Karen came back and started to bake a cake.  And I was like "why are you baking a cake?" Apparently it was for Hui Yen's halloween party that night. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm... wouldn't they want to go out and celebrate Halloween instead? And why would they want a cake? &lt;/span&gt;I was suspicious, but then again, dismissed the suspicion, since we were supposed to go over to Naomi's that night. And that my birthday was supposed to be on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued to watch my anime and read my fanfiction and heard a lot of ruckus from the kitchen. Was amazed that both Karen and Yi Lyn (and occasionally Lydia too) would spend so long in the kitchen. They were now frying fried rice. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wah, so semangat la they all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to mix up the coleslaw at 6.30pm. Was supposed to leave at 7. Went outside to wait for Shu Yin and Kelvin since we were walking together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited and waited and waited..... and waited. And still Kelvin and Shu Yin did not arrive.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lydia began talking about inconsequential stuff like the stars or the windows in the opposite block or the drunk people wandering around. While I was wondering where is Kelvin and Shu Yin and suggested to wait inside... I was getting cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly Shu Yin rang... Lydia sounded quite... pissed off. Then she told me why. Apparently Alfred canceled at the last minute. I was suitably ready to call him and was planning his horrific demise. But Lydia told me to go in first. So I went in. She went to the bathroom. Apparently she was quite desperate to use the toilet. She told me to put the coleslaw (what were we supposed to do with such a huge container of coleslaw?) into the fridge. I was wondering if we could join Hui Yen's party since eating coleslaw alone for dinner would be quite a sad affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into my room and turned on my computer. Well, at least there's one good thing - I get to spend more time with my beloved com. And then remembered about the coleslaw. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took it to the kitchen. Saw Karen's door was opened but she was not in. Hmm.. The kitchen was dark. I switched on the light and went towards the fridge. Passed some sad looking pancakes on the way and was laughing at them when suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Apparently it was all a ruse and that they planned this right from the start. And I didn't even suspect a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great dinner - with curry fried rice, kampung fried rice, chicken, eggs, fries, coleslaw and chocolate pancakes. Wow! (And the pancakes are deceiving, they may not be aesthetically pleasing but they sure taste nice). I was very touched at all the effort they put in. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indeed, they are really great pals - look at Yi Lyn and Karen, spending their whole afternoon cooking in the kitchen. Jeannie, Jacinta, Shu Yin and Pui Leng, cooking the chicken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelvin and Chris for being there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and of course Lydia, for being such a good actress. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And then, as we were hanging out, my phone rang. I went out of the kitchen to answer it but there was no one on the line. Weird. Went to comment on this strange occurence to Lydia (who was still in the living room) and suddenly the lights went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strains of Happy Birthday rang through the living room as the rest emerged with my cake (a lovely homemade cheesecake) with a candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duped twice (I'm so gullible)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I salute all those who put in so much effort to make this my night. I'm so very touched. You guys are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Thank you, thank you and THANK YOU! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2733688361319219798?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2733688361319219798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2733688361319219798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2733688361319219798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2733688361319219798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/lovely-surprise.html' title='A lovely surprise!'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-7044092515745772745</id><published>2008-10-31T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T04:57:01.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>Bleach At The Beach</title><content type='html'>I'm on a Bleach-y roll here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toshokan.bleach7.com/bleachomake/238/1"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; another rec from me - an omake chapter of Bleach at the Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, it's hilarious, it's filled with all the characters we love, and it's wonderfully Bleach-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also love the sibling love between Byakuya and Rukia. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending is also cool - with a cameo by everyone's favourite Hitsugaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just something to brighten up my day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-7044092515745772745?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7044092515745772745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=7044092515745772745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7044092515745772745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7044092515745772745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/bleach-at-beach.html' title='Bleach At The Beach'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-8805810407022986817</id><published>2008-10-30T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:07:00.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>Hitsugaya Toushiro's Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SQod5P5ujpI/AAAAAAAAACs/zVOkPlA5s4A/s1600-h/Bleach_304_pg01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SQod5P5ujpI/AAAAAAAAACs/zVOkPlA5s4A/s400/Bleach_304_pg01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263051983894253202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I found out that Bleach Wikia actually exists! Cool rite? The info there is also pretty accurate except the fact that they said that Senna was more popular than Rukia. WTH. Riiiiiite. Then, pray tell why Senna only merits a page in fanfiction.net whereas Rukia has 142 pages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. In reading about Hitsugaya, I found something super cool. I found a chapter (by Tite Kubo himself) on Shiro-chan's roots, i.e. how he found his sword, why he became a Shinigami even though he told Hinamori that he's not interested (in the flashback episodes when she first joined the Academy), the first time he met Matsumoto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read bout it &lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/page/manga/read/9/bleach/chapter.24621/page.1/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty nice and well done (though the movie kinda suck - see my short review on Diamond Dust Rebellion &lt;a href="http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/diamond-dust-rebellion.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). Should be a treat to all those Hitsugaya fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's something I didn't know bout Hitsugaya (courtesy of Bleach Wiki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back in his childhood in West Rukongai, he was so skilled with spinning tops that he became the local undefeated champion. He works very hard, but his motive seems to be that if he finishes quickly, he can return to his afternoon nap. He believes in the saying "a child who sleeps will grow up", and hopes to grow quickly, a wish shared by his subordinates. Naturally, they do not voice this fact in front of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. He likes sleeping??! Hard to believe that, as he's always chastising Matsumoto for sleeping on the job. And the part where he wants to grow up quickly, that's just too funny for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm crossing my fingers on a nice piece on Rukia in anticipation of Fade to Black. LOLZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-8805810407022986817?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8805810407022986817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=8805810407022986817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8805810407022986817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8805810407022986817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/hitsugaya-toushiros-roots.html' title='Hitsugaya Toushiro&apos;s Roots'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SQod5P5ujpI/AAAAAAAAACs/zVOkPlA5s4A/s72-c/Bleach_304_pg01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-6254474791061338083</id><published>2008-10-29T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:11:41.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>Naruto Sites</title><content type='html'>Here's a list of where I watch Naruto episodes, both Naruto and Shippuuden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend &lt;a href="http://www.dignaruto.com/"&gt;DigNaruto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dignaruto.com"&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; the quality is fine and it loads relatively quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are several episodes which cannot load, so here's an alternative. &lt;a href="http://www.eatlime.com/"&gt;Eatlime.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.eatlime.com"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; Quite similar to DigNaruto, just found it coz there's an error in DigNaruto's episode 60 (Byakugan vs Shadow Clone Jutsu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... enjoy. Hehe. This is what I do when I don't have class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-6254474791061338083?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6254474791061338083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=6254474791061338083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6254474791061338083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6254474791061338083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/naruto-sites.html' title='Naruto Sites'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-7948068601864219136</id><published>2008-10-28T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:33:07.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>Another Post on Perpaduan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://afiqsays.blogspot.com/2008/10/auntie-saras.html"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; another something from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afiq Says It As It Is&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(I recommend his blog, it's interesting and occasionally hilarious as he is not afraid to showcase his opinions - even on subjects considered taboo by many. Definitely a breath of fresh air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another heartwarming, Petronas advert-like piece on unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This truly illustrates the fact that children are indeed the best, they do not discriminate, they have no inborn prejudice, they are truly the innocents in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad now we don't see that so often due to "brainwashing" at earlier and earlier ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, just enjoy the piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy deepavali to everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-7948068601864219136?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7948068601864219136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=7948068601864219136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7948068601864219136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7948068601864219136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-post-on-perpaduan.html' title='Another Post on Perpaduan'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-264245997207149591</id><published>2008-10-27T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:16:10.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>AstraZeneca and Me</title><content type='html'>Hehe. Just found out that I am nominated for the AstraZeneca prize for FMT2 last semester. Yong Pei is nominated for FMT1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the prize? A 50 pound book voucher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-264245997207149591?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/264245997207149591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=264245997207149591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/264245997207149591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/264245997207149591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/astrazeneca-and-me.html' title='AstraZeneca and Me'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2398996161823589068</id><published>2008-10-27T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T05:36:47.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final year project'/><title type='text'>Calcium Is Driving Me Nuts</title><content type='html'>They say that calcium is good for your bones, important in cell functions etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing they forgot to mention, it's VERY BAD for your sanity and well being, especially when it's part of your Final Year Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I hate HATE HATE calcium especially calcium-ATPase proteins in the sarcoplastic reticulum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be so complicated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2398996161823589068?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2398996161823589068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2398996161823589068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2398996161823589068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2398996161823589068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/calcium-is-driving-me-nuts.html' title='Calcium Is Driving Me Nuts'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-7553633335374965525</id><published>2008-10-26T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:37:42.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasgow life'/><title type='text'>BST &amp; GMT</title><content type='html'>Forgot to set back my clock an hour earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, but my computer does that automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went by my computer clock until it was almost time to go to church (according to the watch which was not set back an hour earlier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nearly had a heart attack about being late to church today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This almost tops the time when I forgot to get my scroll from the Chancellor during IMU graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people ask me what's my secret in seeming to be always "in control". If only they knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another normal occurence to happen in the life of The Person With The Wandering Brain (coz sometimes I wonder where it wanders off to).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-7553633335374965525?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7553633335374965525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=7553633335374965525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7553633335374965525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7553633335374965525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/bst-gmt.html' title='BST &amp; GMT'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2408915194928006020</id><published>2008-10-25T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:01:04.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edge of love'/><title type='text'>Edge of Love</title><content type='html'>Finally watched Edge of Love online after hankering to watch it for a month or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First love's alright as far as it goes, but last love, that's what I'm interested in."&lt;br /&gt;-William Killick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicely put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the movie fell rather flat. No strong characters to pull at your heartstrings or have you sympathize with, not much of a plot, and definitely incomparable to last year's Atonement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, coz Keira Knightly is my favourite actress too. And Cillian Murphy is quite easy on the eyes (when he's not looking deranged) and his voice is just angst-y and tormented enough. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Cillian Murphy is definitely waaaaay handsomer than Matthew Rhys... Why should Keira's character even like Matthew's is a question I can't answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2408915194928006020?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2408915194928006020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2408915194928006020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2408915194928006020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2408915194928006020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-loves-alright-as-far-as-it-goes.html' title='Edge of Love'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-6908633869553296977</id><published>2008-10-23T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:31:07.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It saddens me sometimes that you have such little faith in our character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we? I thought we were always more than mere sunshine pals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-6908633869553296977?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6908633869553296977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=6908633869553296977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6908633869553296977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6908633869553296977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-saddens-me-sometimes-that-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-348979811182328181</id><published>2008-10-23T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T06:26:26.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Hmm... What to be for the coming Halloween? Initially I wanted to cosplay as Kuchiki Rukia from Bleach, but scrapped the idea when it became too complicated to procure a black shikakusho here in Glasgow. There's also the matter of constructing Sode no Shirayuki so... the idea was scrapped. Then I thought about cosplaying as Tenten from Naruto as her outfit seems simple enough. Cheongsam top, hair in two buns (I'll look like a moron but for art's sake...) and a large scroll. However, most people won't even know who I am dressing up as (I don't care if they think I'm trying to be Chun-Li from Street Fighter, as long as they don't think all Chinese dress like this), I don't want to look too China-ish and there's also the matter of racialism in Glasgow. Heard that some areas are not very 'welcoming' to China Chinese, and dressing like that is liable to get me beaten up. Sigh. Guess cosplay is out of the picture then. Maybe I'll go as Grim Reaper (black robes, a white mask and a long scythe). Or something that would be good for a laugh. Any suggestions? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And no, Mustaqim, I'm not going as a witch. Too bad. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-348979811182328181?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/348979811182328181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=348979811182328181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/348979811182328181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/348979811182328181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2202310294907576874</id><published>2008-10-19T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T06:27:42.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First love is innocence, naivety and often leads to heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That was what Ps Mike preached today, and I can't help but marvel at the truth in such a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, who has never closed their eyes (and minds) to reason when they were in love? (especially as they were only youths burning with idealistic passion that the world could end but everything would right itself as long as the two people in love had each other).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wrong they are to put their hope into each other, men, who are infallible, fallen and prone to disappoint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wrong I was to put all my idealism, my heart and soul into the one person whom I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in this life time end up with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, before anyone accuses me of becoming jaded or cynical or anything, know that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will never ever &lt;/span&gt;regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the messages that used to enchant me before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;All the affection poured out enough to make my knees weak like jelly.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I know that there's always this someone for me.&lt;br /&gt;The calls that I look forward to all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I miss those? Well, I used to but as I grow older, this things, once capable of making me almost hyperventilate with joy, now seems more like a teenage phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a love that starts slowly, grows steadily and proves itself with time.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind, and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1st Corinthians 13:4-7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the love I want. I may never achieve it this lifetime, but I can always hope. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gosh, I sound so jiwang I don't actually sound like myself anymore. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, J asked me today, "Do you like boys? Please say yes."&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;That was after I said I wish I was born a guy. Maybe he thought I was lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2202310294907576874?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2202310294907576874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2202310294907576874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2202310294907576874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2202310294907576874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-4280799471361339861</id><published>2008-10-18T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:18:30.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Oh Gosh!</title><content type='html'>Looks like I got myself a leech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who keeps sticking to me (or trying to) all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh woe is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that that someone also looks (and acts) demented occasionally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep attracting guys like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-4280799471361339861?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/4280799471361339861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=4280799471361339861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4280799471361339861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/4280799471361339861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-gosh.html' title='Oh Gosh!'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-7951917550334459671</id><published>2008-10-05T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:32:50.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Denial</title><content type='html'>I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I need a new brain. Stop.... stop.... thinking....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-7951917550334459671?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7951917550334459671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=7951917550334459671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7951917550334459671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7951917550334459671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/10/denial.html' title='Denial'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-589432187391334977</id><published>2008-09-29T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:23:24.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag.'/><title type='text'>Tagged... Again.. LOLZ</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Am tagged again... This time by my sis.. And since I'm such a nice sis, I'll complete this tag (this time around). Seems a pretty simple tag too. 8 random facts about myself eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I also do not like jeans (coz mine are too tight for me). LOLZ. The only time I wear them is when I'm delusionally convinced that I look good in them, otherwise, it's not my preferred form of clothing. It's slacks for me all the way! (That's why I'm related to Chris, our similarities are astounding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a stalker. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I like Neji (Nejiten, Nejisaku, or just plain Team Gai love) and Rukia (Ichiruki, Byakuruki, Kairuki). It'd be fun to see a good Naruto Bleach crossover. Or even a Naruto/Bleach and Harry Potter crossover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am the messiest person on earth. There's always a pile of clothes on my bed, and my table becomes messy very very fast. The only time I'm neat is before cell group, or when I'm inspired to start studying (once I start studying, however, I'm messy again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like cooking. And having my own way when I cook. And I'd like to say that I'm quite a good cook. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can only study if I wake up early enough. Once a certain time has passed, nothing I read will go in, and the only thing I can do is sleep. That's why I sleep ridiculously early (i.e. 8pm) and wake up early (i.e. 2 am) when I need to study for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I like hot drinks. They help me concentrate when I'm studying. That's why I have lots of instant coffee, black tea, fruit tea, herbal tea and hot chocolate in my room. All I need is my own electric kettle and I'm set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm antisocial most of the time. But with people I'm close to I can be more pleasant (was going to use the word affectionate, but that makes me sound like a cat, lol). And unlike my sister Chris, I do not go around hugging anything that moves. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to do this tag. I am not pushy. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-589432187391334977?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/589432187391334977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=589432187391334977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/589432187391334977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/589432187391334977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-again-lolz.html' title='Tagged... Again.. LOLZ'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-1686941593403391016</id><published>2008-09-27T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T13:25:25.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Trepidations Of A New Semester</title><content type='html'>Yup, a new semester has befallen us (and I still have not completed the Italy trip commentary thingy yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am actually quite nervous (who me? nervous?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New people, new subjects, what's there not to be nervous about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 5 more things to aim for.... I should at least aim for one only right? Then disappointment won't be so bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate asking rhetoric questions of which there are no answers to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-1686941593403391016?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1686941593403391016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=1686941593403391016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/1686941593403391016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/1686941593403391016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/trepidations-of-new-semester.html' title='Trepidations Of A New Semester'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-8443913773925220019</id><published>2008-09-25T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:37:46.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>Me time</title><content type='html'>I'm not apologetic for being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idea of a perfect evening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to these songs:&lt;br /&gt;Naruto Shippuuden OST &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzSt49QxRkU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Track 13 (Loneliness)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTmt4m2nWz0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Track 19 (Despair)&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E2hMyw0Q9Go&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Track 22 (Tragic) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Naruto and Bleach fanfiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munching on chocolate chip cookies from Aldi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching episodes of Shippuuden and Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's the life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I think I'm weird though. Maybe I need to work more on being a social person? But I'm happy being me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-8443913773925220019?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8443913773925220019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=8443913773925220019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8443913773925220019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8443913773925220019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-time.html' title='Me time'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-7770453562060592535</id><published>2008-09-25T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:59:53.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neji'/><title type='text'>Neji Fanfic Recs</title><content type='html'>Browsing through fanfiction.net, I came across some nice Neji pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I like (loooooooooove) Neji. A lot. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3242305/1/Twenty_Matters_of_Pride_to_Hyuuga_Neji"&gt;Twenty Matters Of Pride To Hyuuga Neji&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyuugas are known for their pride, but Neji isn't quite like the rest in what he's proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's well written, it's believable, it's as if the author knows Neji like the back of his/her hand. Although some facts may be off though to new info from the manga (this was written a year or so ago), it still can pass off as authentic. All characters are IC, and the depiction of Guy as the father figure for his team, it is reminiscent of all those episodes with the Guy-Lee theme, only now it applies to Neji as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3501995/1/Singing_Sirens"&gt;Singing Sirens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneshot, NejiTen] [AU] Everything about this says that it’s not going to work. But Tenten has always specialised in disasters, and nothing in their world is a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can see that NejiTen is one of my favourite pairings in Narutoverse. This is a sweet story - funny, heartwarming with a tinge of romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3507789/1/Rock_Idols"&gt;Rock Idols&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A storm is brewing and the natives are restless. Lee is mistaken for a God, Tenten can't catch a break and Neji... well it's amazing he doesn't have any gray hairs yet. A comedy with a bit of NejiTen on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not so much an introspective Neji piece, rather it is one filled with Team Gai loooooove. Funny, cute, cool. Not to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3581109/1/Music_Boy_and_China_Girl"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Music Boy And China Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3581109/1/Music_Boy_and_China_Girl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[NejiTen] [AU] It's their little ritual, so they sit under the sun and listen. [Why do you have all this weird music? ...Hn.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very very AU. Yet I like. The flow, the characterizations... They're all mighty neat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4551762/1/coda_in_d_minor"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4551762/1/coda_in_d_minor"&gt;Coda In D Minor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4551762/1/coda_in_d_minor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She doesn't look like her father. /And children can't recognize grief./ /future!fic, sort of Team Gai/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not really Neji centric (no mention of Neji at all except at the end) yet, the hint of Neji prevails throughout the fic. Neat enough to keep you guessing, sadly poignant and very well written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3687538/1/The_Konoha_Love_Story"&gt;The Konoha Love Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time... the village fell in love with a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's angsty, it's love, it's death. It hurts yet it keeps you reading and wanting for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3887865/1/The_Gates_of_Konoha"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gates Of Konoha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return home from a mission is never redundant for Team Gai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A friendship fic. Exudes the warmth and cheeriness that is common to team Gai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-7770453562060592535?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7770453562060592535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=7770453562060592535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7770453562060592535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7770453562060592535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/neji-fanfic-recs.html' title='Neji Fanfic Recs'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2225948125358759727</id><published>2008-09-22T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:10:08.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Misunderstandings And The Importance Of Being Understood.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday CS asked me, "Do you like me?" While gesturing to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligently I replied, "Huh?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perasan betul this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he repeated his question, "Do you like me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... HUH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said, do you like mee... as in noodles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat. Dude, next time if you are referring to food, please la state that in a more obvious manner. How la do I know that you are not talking of yourself? Since we weren't talking about food or noodles or anything remotely similar to that previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine my horror at trying to answer such a question in a diplomatic enough manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally regained enough composure to tell him I was trying to tell him no in a polite way, he looked slightly miffed that I do not even like him as a friend. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oops. But sorry, even friendship (to me) takes time to develop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WC was busy laughing at the expressions on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I passed Sem 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2225948125358759727?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2225948125358759727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2225948125358759727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2225948125358759727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2225948125358759727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/misunderstandings-and-importance-of.html' title='Misunderstandings And The Importance Of Being Understood.'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2945451181924803433</id><published>2008-09-21T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:34:10.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>The Beauty of Friendship... And Unity</title><content type='html'>Was browsing through a total stranger's blog when I came across &lt;a href="http://afiqsays.blogspot.com/2008/09/tomorrow-never-came.html"&gt;this entry&lt;/a&gt; and was touched by it. It's a beautiful post, made even more poignant by the innocence of the two friends at that time. How I wish that we are more like that today, blurring the lines of race and religion to make a better Malaysia. But nooo... we live and abide by our stereotyping and prejudiced mind though we've learnt better to mask it. Sigh. Poor Malaysia. Somehow without unity, I think you're doomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2945451181924803433?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2945451181924803433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2945451181924803433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2945451181924803433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2945451181924803433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/beauty-of-friendship-and-unity.html' title='The Beauty of Friendship... And Unity'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-5995751690639281945</id><published>2008-09-21T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T04:02:34.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Italy</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to rewrite all bout our Italy trip - heh, and I see that Lydia has done a very good job of recapping it already so no point for me to rehash it again, lolz. Read bout Lydia's recap &lt;a href="http://lifes-footprints.blogspot.com/2008/09/jump-aboard-for-tour-of-italy.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;Instead I'll just pinpoint the memorable moments in our trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SNadfHIeUfI/AAAAAAAAACU/FVOp0AZp_b8/s1600-h/P1020282.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SNadfHIeUfI/AAAAAAAAACU/FVOp0AZp_b8/s320/P1020282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248555573562986994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping on the floor of the Bergamo airport! Imagine our horror when our flight landed and there was no where for us to sit/sleep that we had to sleep on the floor. Hygiene be damned, we're too tired to care! After that NO MORE! I promised myself that die die also every night must at least have a bed/chair to sleep in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2iJe0-zM_E/SOFpPlzsh0I/AAAAAAAABSo/0g5inJMSeo0/s400/IMG_1462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Florence where I made 2 new friends! Scarlet (a student from China travelling on her lonesome) and Pierro (the old man in the pic). We've to thank Pierro for amazing stories about Florence, Pinocchio, the castle where Galileo used to live when he was studying stars, Michaelangelo's architectures, folk songs et al! He's such a sprightly dear old man! :D (And it's obvious from the pic that he likes me very much - only on retrospect did I realize that how dangerous that could be - oh well, it seems that I'm an "uncle killer" lol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2iJe0-zM_E/SOFoHeQe1TI/AAAAAAAABRg/cLB-lXv5RVQ/s400/IMG_1502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe. A cute fen-fen. Of course there're a lot of other stuff to marvel about in Italy, but like I said to write it all out is a bit tedious. :P (I'm pretty sure I'll kick myself when I can't remember where I've been in a year or two!) :P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-5995751690639281945?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5995751690639281945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=5995751690639281945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5995751690639281945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5995751690639281945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/italy.html' title='Italy'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SNadfHIeUfI/AAAAAAAAACU/FVOp0AZp_b8/s72-c/P1020282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-864626886003340942</id><published>2008-09-20T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:39:32.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag.'/><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Am back from La Bella Italia. Quite a nice place, full of touristy places and things to do and I'm just waiting for Lydia to post up on her blog about our trip there, then I'll link it here (coz I'm too lazy to do it myself lolz). But no worries, I'll post up something of our trip there here sooner or later coz it's definitely a memory that I wouldn't want to forget. But first things first, I was tagged, and under threats of death and eternal torture, here I am to fulfill the rules of the tag. Sigh. Italy has to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Starting time: 20.37&lt;br /&gt;Name: Mayc (no point giving my first name when officially no one here uses it).&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 2&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 2&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 5-7 (my sports shoes are 5, my formal shoes and sandals 6 and my slippers 7, hence the range)&lt;br /&gt;Height: 160cm approximately...&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Currently JBC&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks: Preferably flavoured&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: Roti canai (I miss Malaysian food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: Don't think wading counts right?&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school: Once in uni. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: He broke mine, I broke his. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: More like put my hp beside my pillow and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is/was&lt;br /&gt;Your room like: Super messy.&lt;br /&gt;Right beside you: My dead hp, Mustaq's postcard, some coins.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you ate: Sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: So far no. Touch wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight: Nope. It takes time to develop.&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: In UK yeah. Not in M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person&lt;br /&gt;You danced with: I have two left feet (I don't dance)&lt;br /&gt;Who made you smile: Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: Haven't raised my voice lately. Now when I'm mad, I get sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like: Define like. If like in a friendly manner, then yeah. If like in a romantic manner, then no.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss anyone: No one has stolen my first kiss yet... LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: Feeling tired but otherwise am perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex: Not today at least.&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: Nah, with fanfic and anime to occupy my time, who can miss anybody?&lt;br /&gt;Eat: DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: No.&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: A drawer stuffed with winter clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: Not anyone at the moment. The closest I have is a friendship-rivalry feeling with two someones. And it's basically one sided on my part. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: 22.47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings: See above.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children: Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often: Quite often. Too bad sometimes those are phony.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your handwriting: Definitely. Have you seen it before? LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;Are your toenails painted: Nah. Not that girly.&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: None. Mine rocks.&lt;br /&gt;What colour shirt are you wearing now: Black.&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:00 p.m. yesterday: Alighting from the plane.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now: More like persons. :P They're in Bleach and Naruto! LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;Did you hold hands with the person who means anything to you now: LOL. If I can get my hand through the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on: Nope. Who needs a tv when you have a laptop with uber fast Internet connection?&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now: Doing this, watching Naruto and reading fanfic. Yup, I multitask.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window: Can't fit. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving: Definitely no. Need some progress there.&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father: Father I think. But quite close to mom too.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of: My imaginary friend.&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved(This doesn’t count friends and family.) : One. But since he's a friend now, then zero.&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy: Haha. Occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex: Hung his pic on my cupboard for dart practice! LOLZ. j/k. We're on friendly terms.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you: Hmmm... No?&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to: Family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time: Quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;1. Entered secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;2. Discovered the wonderful world of Internet.&lt;br /&gt;3. Discovered the wonderfulness of afternoon school (more late nights, more computer games!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Had a relatively care-free life.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tried to act older than I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today&lt;br /&gt;1. Housekeeping.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sort out travel stuff.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rest and relax.&lt;br /&gt;4. Graduate from uni.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ooh, and ponder on the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;1. Gelato.&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;3. Keropok.&lt;br /&gt;4. Preserved stuff.&lt;br /&gt;5. Any other junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;1. Go on a luxurious holiday (no more backpacking - YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Get assets such as house, car etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. Help family.&lt;br /&gt;4. Charity.&lt;br /&gt;5. Invest and increase amount of money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;br /&gt;1. Procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;2. Short temper.&lt;br /&gt;3. Impatience.&lt;br /&gt;4. Inability to accept other's opinions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Fear of asking questions coz afraid of appearing stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived in&lt;br /&gt;1. My hometown&lt;br /&gt;2. Kolej Akasia, INTEC.&lt;br /&gt;3. Vista C, Bukit Jalil.&lt;br /&gt;4. Rottenrow East, Glasgow.&lt;br /&gt;5. Other transient places which are too numerous to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've had (including part time)&lt;br /&gt;1. Part time teacher.&lt;br /&gt;2. Other than that, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag&lt;br /&gt;1. Anyone who reads this and or feel like doing it. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-864626886003340942?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/864626886003340942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=864626886003340942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/864626886003340942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/864626886003340942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2743311938211802497</id><published>2008-09-10T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:40:00.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>Naruto Recs</title><content type='html'>I can't just rec Bleach fics without rec-ing some Naruto fics as well right? Here are some nice (in my opinion Naruto fics that might be just worth a second rereading (hence that's why they're here - otherwise it might be just too troublesome to find them again as the fanbase for Naruto is HUGE). Note that I'm not really into yaoi or yuri... I find them kinda gross, but that's just my opinion - everyone's entitled to their own, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my recs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2510165/1/Genius_at_everything_except_love"&gt;Genius' At Everything Except Love &lt;/a&gt;by Ecrire&lt;br /&gt;Itachi is a genius, Sakura is a genuis   They make an odd friendship at school, but trouble really starts when Sasuke arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is really the reason why I started watching Naruto. This story kinda sparked my interest - although I had to wikipedia up different characters to see who they were in the Naruto-verse and how they look like. However, no knowledge on Naruto-verse is necessary to understand this fic. Basically well-written with an interesting plot line and hot ItaSaku pairing (with subtle undertones of SakuSasu - ooh how I love the misunderstood Sasuke too). Give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3375224/1/Death_and_the_Nonbeliever"&gt;Death And The Non-Believer&lt;/a&gt; by IrisEclipsed&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Neji's life is getting complicated: School is becoming chaotic, Death is on his case, and he might just be falling for his best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A cute NejiTen fic. It's really rather sweet and the characters are IC too - Neji being his usual stoic self, Tenten as the sweet bestfriend and supported by a credible IC cast too. Quite interesting and the romance is not too mushy or anything. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3393236/1/Who_Died_and_Made_You_Lolita"&gt;Who Died And Made You Lolita&lt;/a&gt; by Quillslinger&lt;br /&gt;Uchiha Shisui Stars In: Who Died and Made You Lolita? Genfic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A view on a totally undeveloped character. It's funny, it has little!Sasuke, cool!Itachi and misunderstood! Shisui in it. A total win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2743311938211802497?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2743311938211802497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2743311938211802497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2743311938211802497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2743311938211802497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/naruto-recs.html' title='Naruto Recs'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-6742602713622540451</id><published>2008-09-09T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:08:38.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>Some Bleach Recs</title><content type='html'>Since I've been shamefully neglecting my Bleach fandom for some time now (partly due to the lousy filler arc, the disappointing movie and the fact that very few of my favourite fanfics are updated currently), here are some recs to bring back the Bleach (and Ichiruki) love. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://hakuren.livejournal.com/4197.html"&gt;Counting Stars&lt;/a&gt; by Hakuren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You seriously can't expect me not to rec a fic without stars in any part of the fic right? :P Anyway, this is a very lovely angst-y fic about Ichigo on New Year's Day. The tone of reminiscence, Ichigo's utter pain, the flashbacks which are portrayed so smoothly, the really in-depth characterisation of lonely!Ichigo... This indeed sets the standard for all angst pieces. This one-shot really leaves you wanting for more coz it's so good that it actually hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4522955/1/Circles"&gt;Circles&lt;/a&gt; by Jaina&lt;br /&gt;After walking a straight line your whole life, what do you do when there's nowhere left to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my opinion, Jaina is a very talented author. This piece is a future-fic taking in the possibility that Rukia is banished to the real world. The slight bitterness on Ichigo's part, Rukia's acceptance on her fate, Kurosaki family dynamics... They all mesh together well enough to give this wonderful fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4283193/1/If_I_Had_Never"&gt;If I Had Never&lt;/a&gt; by Maiden-Chan&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can there be love without memories? IchiRuki, AU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another lovely angst-y piece about Rukia losing her memories. What's with me and angst today? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-6742602713622540451?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/6742602713622540451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=6742602713622540451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6742602713622540451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/6742602713622540451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-bleach-recs.html' title='Some Bleach Recs'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-7902259682482903250</id><published>2008-09-08T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:29:41.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bleach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Diamond Dust Rebellion</title><content type='html'>Doesn't really live up to my expectations I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the typical shounen filler movie extragavanza... Hero with a brooding past and guilt haunting him, fighting within ranks, order for execution, realisation by main hero of the brooding hero's suffering, fighting with villains and losing, main hero to the rescue with some canny advice, gasp-the-world-as-we-know-it-is-going-to-end scene, fighting with main hero giving brooding hero a chance to avenge his past and let go, brooding hero finding peace withing himself and letting go, all is well again, end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what I've just detailed is a brief summary of Diamond Dust Rebellion (why the name? There's no diamond dust anywhere..), but after the ham that was Memories of Nobody, I should have known better. Guess I thought that since there's the deliciously icy Hitsugaya as one of the main characters in it that it should be better. *Shivers*. Hope Fade to Black does not suffer the same horrible fate as Diamond Dust Rebellion. It has Rukia as one of the main characters in it, but somehow I feel that the fate of being a shounen filler movie is going to befall it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hate fillers. Why doesn't KT take time off to devise the plot of the movie this time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-7902259682482903250?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7902259682482903250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=7902259682482903250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7902259682482903250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7902259682482903250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/diamond-dust-rebellion.html' title='Diamond Dust Rebellion'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-7377432894325111145</id><published>2008-09-07T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:54:42.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><title type='text'>Why I Watch Naruto</title><content type='html'>Why I watch Naruto even though I do not really like Naruto himself per se (I find him annoying)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. These are the reasons why (excuse me if I seem superficial... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hyuuga Neji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2122854707_c4eb8a4eae_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2122854707_c4eb8a4eae_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's the prodigy of the Hyuuga clan, despite being of only the Branch and not the Main House - a major cause of his resentment in the earlier part of the series. Yet, despite having a cursed seal on him and no one to teach him the clan's famed fi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anime_016/naruto_neji0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k216/anime_016/naruto_neji0117.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ghting styles, Neji learnt it all on his own only by watching, and hence becoming even more powerful than the heirs to the clan, Hyuuga Hinata and Hanabi. So much so that I feel he mirrors Uchiha Itachi in that respect. Powerful yet resentful of his own clan. However, after his defeat by Naruto and finding out that his father voluntarily sacrificed himself in order to protect the clan, Neji and reconciled with his clan and has become closer with the Main branch, even training with his Uncle. His demeanor, as mentioned before resembles that of Kuchiki Byakuya of Bleach, and his Jyuuken is definitely one of the most powerful (and graceful) tajijutsu.  The fact that he's pleasing to the eye (especially in Shippuden) also helps a lot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Uchiha Sasuke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/7f/PartII_Sasuke.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/7f/PartII_Sasuke.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's the handsome, cool, brooding, angsty, only surviving member of the U&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/1349383678_b4ba63463c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/1349383678_b4ba63463c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chiha clan, a prestigious noble clan with impressive ninja skills that was massacred by his older brother Itachi. He's so handsome and cool that during his academy years all girls in his year (and not of his year too, for example, Temari) were crazy over him. Sakura and Ino had also ended their friendship in order to better compete for his heart, however, the young Uchiha has shown no interest in any girl. When younger, Sasuke used to look up to and constantly felt inferior to his genius of a brother. However, after the massacre, he made it his life duty to hunt out and eliminate Itachi. Having only that as a goal, Sasuke is willing to go to any lengths to kill his brother, even to seek out the evil Orochimaru in order to gain more skills.  He is at the moment one of the most powerful shinobi with his impressive set of skills including Mangekyo Sharingan, chidori, kirin, various summoning techniques and such. In a nutshell, Sasuke is the typical antihero of Naruto, who, after the death of his brother, vowed to restore the Uchiha clan to its glory and to defeat Konoha. What I'm predicting is a typical showdown between Naruto (who's going to be the Hokage) and Sasuke at the end of the series, leading to Sasuke's death (the series is called Naruto for a reason) and him repenting his past evil deeds. Not really looking forward to it though so I'm just going to try to enjoy Sasuke for as long as possible until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Uchiha Itachi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foroswebgratis.com/fotos/2/0/0/4/3/78522uchiha%20itachi%20kn%20kara%20d%20mala%20ostia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.foroswebgratis.com/fotos/2/0/0/4/3/78522uchiha%20itachi%20kn%20kara%20d%20mala%20ostia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool older brother of Sasuke who murdered his whole clan for the good of Konoha. He is ultimately, the misunderstood hero who's willing to take the post of a villain for the good of everyone and who truly loves his younger brother. He is also the genius of the clan, graduating the academy in a year, becoming a chuunin when he was 10 and captain of the ANBU when he was 13. However, as quoted by him, being a genius does have it's downside and that's of being alone, misunderstood, used and feared. His is a story of sacrifice and ultimately tragedy. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, the three reasons why I watch Naruto. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the first ending theme of Naruto Shippuden.. I find it kinda cute. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9sjKKWd5HE"&gt;Shooting Star (Nagareboshi)&lt;/a&gt;. The lyrics are kinda cool too.. Rather suitable for my site (except the forgot the swimming trunks and stark naked part lolz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora wo mi agereba&lt;br /&gt;Hoshitachi ga hora matataiteru&lt;br /&gt;Kono hoshi no hitotachi mitai ni&lt;br /&gt;Samazama na hikari wo hanatte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono naka de boku mo&lt;br /&gt;Hitoki wa kagayaiteitainda&lt;br /&gt;Me wo tojite kokoro ni chikau&lt;br /&gt;Nagareboshi ni yume wo takushite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koko wa itsumo no kouen&lt;br /&gt;Yakei ga mieru suberidai no ue&lt;br /&gt;Mukashi kara boku no tokutouseki&lt;br /&gt;Nayami ga areba koko ni kurun desu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano koro no mama yume no tochuu de&lt;br /&gt;Imada kanaerarezu ni irun desu&lt;br /&gt;Moshikashite koko ga mou shuuten&lt;br /&gt;Nante yowane wo haite&lt;br /&gt;Shimaisou na hi mo aru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demo sono tanbi ni omoi dasu&lt;br /&gt;Nagareboshi wo sagashite ano hoshizora&lt;br /&gt;Chiisana koro no negaigoto wa ima&lt;br /&gt;Mukashi mo kawaranai mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora wo mi agereba&lt;br /&gt;Hoshitachi ga hora matataiteru&lt;br /&gt;Kono hoshi no hitotachi mitai ni&lt;br /&gt;Samazama na hikari wo hanatte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono naka de boku mo&lt;br /&gt;Hitoki wa kagayaiteitainda&lt;br /&gt;Me wo tojite kokoro ni chikau&lt;br /&gt;Nagareboshi ni yume wo takushite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoru no kousha nakama to shinobi komi&lt;br /&gt;Koe wo hisome kanaami yojinobori&lt;br /&gt;Hiruma to chigau kao no guraundo wo sei ni&lt;br /&gt;Mezashi ta basho wa "puuru" to iu na no umi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizugi nante mon wa nai kara minna suppadaka&lt;br /&gt;Dareka ga kisei wo hasshite tobikonda&lt;br /&gt;Yoru no tobari ni hibiku mizushibuki&lt;br /&gt;Ato ni tsuzuke to bakari ni mina issei ni haite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora miage pukapuka ukanda&lt;br /&gt;Meno mae ni aru hoshi wo nagame&lt;br /&gt;Ooku no yume katari atte&lt;br /&gt;Sagashita ne ano nagareboshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora wo mi agereba&lt;br /&gt;Hoshitachi ga hora matataiteru&lt;br /&gt;Kono hoshi no hitotachi mitai ni&lt;br /&gt;Samazama na hikari wo hanatte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono naka de boku mo&lt;br /&gt;Hitoki wa kagayaiteitainda&lt;br /&gt;Me wo tojite kokoro ni chikau&lt;br /&gt;Nagareboshi ni yume wo takushite*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora wo mi agereba&lt;br /&gt;Hoshitachi ga hora matataiteru&lt;br /&gt;Kono hoshi no hitotachi mitai ni&lt;br /&gt;Samazama na hikari wo hanatte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono naka de boku mo&lt;br /&gt;Hitoki wa kagayaiteitainda&lt;br /&gt;Me wo tojite kokoro ni chikau&lt;br /&gt;Nagareboshi ni yume wo takushite*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miageta sora ni musou no hoshi&lt;br /&gt;Ima mo mukashi mo kawaranaishi&lt;br /&gt;Yume wa hateshinaku kuruoshikute&lt;br /&gt;Ano hoshi no you ni sugoku mabushii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miageta sora ni musou no hoshi&lt;br /&gt;Ima mo mukashi mo kawaranaishi&lt;br /&gt;Yume wa hateshinaku kuruoshikute&lt;br /&gt;Ano hoshi no you ni sugoku mabushii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! sonna ni utsumuite bakari icha&lt;br /&gt;Mieru mono mo mienaku naru kara&lt;br /&gt;Sora miagete keep your head up!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey! "miageta sora ni ima, nani wo omou?"&lt;br /&gt;Itsuka kirameku ano hoshi no youni ...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora wo mi agereba&lt;br /&gt;Hoshitachi ga hora matataiteru&lt;br /&gt;Kono hoshi no hitotachi mitai ni&lt;br /&gt;Samazama na hikari wo hanatte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono naka de boku mo&lt;br /&gt;Hitoki wa kagayaiteitainda&lt;br /&gt;Me wo tojite kokoro ni chikau&lt;br /&gt;Nagareboshi ni yume wo takushite*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora wo mi agereba&lt;br /&gt;Hoshitachi ga hora matataiteru&lt;br /&gt;Kono hoshi no hitotachi mitai ni&lt;br /&gt;Samazama na hikari wo hanatte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono naka de boku mo&lt;br /&gt;Hitoki wa kagayaiteitainda&lt;br /&gt;Me wo tojite kokoro ni chikau&lt;br /&gt;Nagareboshi ni yume wo takushite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I look up at the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The stars, see, are sparkling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each giving off its own light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the people on this planet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, so I, too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Want to shine particularly bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I close my eyes and make a vow in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And entrust my dreams to that shooting star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm in my usual park &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see the night scenery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the slide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's been my special seat for years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever I'm worried about something, I come here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like then, I'm on my way to my dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But unable to fulfil them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maybe this is the end of the line" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are days when I say weak things like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But every time, I remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That starry sky where I looked for a shooting star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wish I made when I was little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hasn't changed even now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I look up at the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The stars, see, are sparkling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each giving off its own light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the people on this planet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, so I, too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Want to shine particularly bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I close my eyes and make a vow in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And entrust my dreams to that shooting star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hiding out in the schoolyard at night with my mates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We climbed the wire netting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The field seemed to have a different face than during the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We headed for our sea called the pool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We didn't have swimming trunks, so we were all stark naked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone jumped in with a strange yell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The splash echoed through the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"After him!" Everyone else piled in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We floated gently, looking up at the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looked at the stars in front of us, and talked about heaps of dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And looked for that shooting star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I look up at the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The stars, see, are sparkling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each giving off its own light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the people on this planet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, so I, too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Want to shine particularly bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I close my eyes and make a vow in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And entrust my dreams to that shooting star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I look up at the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The stars, see, are sparkling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each giving off its own light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the people on this planet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, so I, too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Want to shine particularly bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I close my eyes and make a vow in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And entrust my dreams to that shooting star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking up at the sky, there are countless stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The same number now that there was years ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dreams are endless and crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incredibly bright, like that star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking up at the sky, there are countless stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The same number now that there was years ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dreams are endless and crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incredibly bright, like that star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey! If you keep hanging your head like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You won't even be able to see the things you can see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look up at the sky, keep your head up!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey! "What do you think of the sky you see?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday, like that shining star... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I look up at the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The stars, see, are sparkling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each giving off its own light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the people on this planet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, so I, too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Want to shine particularly bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I close my eyes and make a vow in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And entrust my dreams to that shooting star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I look up at the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The stars, see, are sparkling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each giving off its own light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the people on this planet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, so I, too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Want to shine particularly bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I close my eyes and make a vow in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And entrust my dreams to that shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-7377432894325111145?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/7377432894325111145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=7377432894325111145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7377432894325111145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/7377432894325111145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-watch-naruto.html' title='Why I Watch Naruto'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2086/2122854707_c4eb8a4eae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-3118472645311420806</id><published>2008-09-05T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T05:53:30.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team gai'/><title type='text'>Team Gai (Guy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/5/dbnarutoshippuuden010ecuq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/5/dbnarutoshippuuden010ecuq2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Top : An older Team Gai in Shippuden - l-r Rock Lee, Maito Gai, Tenten, Hyuuga Neji. Below : Pre Chuunin exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/267/2/0/Naruto_by_jubaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 207px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs7/i/2005/267/2/0/Naruto_by_jubaka.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was watching Naruto the past few days. While Naruto is similar somewhat to Bleach, unlike Bleach where I like/fangirl Ichigo, here in Naruto I prefer the side characters. Particularly Team Gai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And Sasuke as well, but that's a given fact coz I always do like brooding, handsome anti-heroes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... What is Team Gai actually? They're a team of three ninjas, under the tutelage of the most hilarious jounin tutor ever - Maito Gai (supposed to mean Might Guy, if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Gai consists of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Konoha's Prideful Green Beast, the over-exuberant leader, Maito Guy, his equally enthusiastic and favourite pupil who hangs onto his every (ridiculous) word, Rock Lee, the weapon's mistress Tenten and the silent, brooding genius of the famed Hyuuga clan, Hyuuga Neji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character dynamics of this team is hilarious, yet touching at the same time, especially that of the almost father-son dynamics between Gai and Lee, both who look rather similar to each other, thanks to Lee's steadfast admiration of his mentor.  Lee, being practically useless at any form of ninjutsu or genjutsu, is Gai's favourite pupil due to his steadfast belief that hard work can surpass geniuses as he resembles Gai when younger. Hence, Gai takes it to heart to train Lee completely in tajijutsu, in order to help him attain his goal of being a powerful ninja despite being labelled as a "hot-blooded loser" back in his academy days. Indeed, Gai really took this task seriously, as was portrayed when Lee was deliberating on undergoing a risky operation with only 50% chance of survival, which without it he can no longer be a ninja anymore. Gai encouraged him to take the risk and reassured him that it will go well. However, if the operation fails (i.e. Lee dies) Gai will also die with him, as Gai's purpose would then be no more. This scenes (together with the scenes when Lee was fighting against Gaara during the Chuunin exams) gave a different view to both Gai and Lee, and make them seem more "balanced" and not just forever spouting ridiculous phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyuuga Neji, also has an interesting back story to his name. When first introduced to him, he comes across as a horrible person - cold, unfeeling, fatalistic and bubbling with resentment underneath. All these appears to be due to being a member of the side branch of the family, which prioritises the main branch, of which his less talented cousins, Hinata and Hanabi are of. Having been led to believe that all is done to protect the main branch (even his father was sacrificed to protect his uncle), it is no wonder that Neji is what he is. However, once this misunderstanding is cleared up, he seems to be a much nicer person. Neji is talented in fighting and is the top rookie of his year. He also displays much leadership qualities though he has an ability to be too stoic for his own good. But that's what we all love about him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final member of Team Gai is not very well defined. Tenten is a weapon's mistress who's ability is in long range combat. She is always seen training with Neji and agreeing with him on how ridiculous both their teammate and leader are acting. However, nothing much is known of her past, though, if reflected by her personality, it seems that she is the most normal one of them all as she is bubbly, friendly and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Gai is indeed my favourite team in this series, though they receive quite little screen time.  To compensate for that, here are some nice Team Gai-centric fanfics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4106419/1/A_Portrait_of_Youth"&gt;A Portrait of Youth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapshots from the life of Team Gai. If you don't have friends, you don't have anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;A wonderful collection of one-shots of Team Gai. Full of their exuberant humour, the sarcasm, and the ridiculousness of it all... Definitely a must-read for any Team Gai fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/20_truths/8821.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/20_truths/8821.html"&gt;Twenty Truths About Team Gai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;A lovely one-shot about the hidden facts of Team Guy, of which even some of its members are unaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3638599/1/Funny_Facts_and_Not_So_Silly_Stories"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3638599/1/Funny_Facts_and_Not_So_Silly_Stories"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Funny Facts And Not So Silly Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Team Gai was created under the influence of nostalgia, malice and some level of intoxication on the part of the people present. For some reason this wasn't viewed as a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Another story full of Team Gai love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3278095/1/Of_Naming_Team_13"&gt;Of Naming Team 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've amassed quite a few names over the years. But in the end, they are Team Gai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another 20 truths about Team Gai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3554957/1/37_facts_about_Team_Gai"&gt;37 Facts About Team Gai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of short moments in the history of Team Gai, from them meeting each other to the present. A little humour, a little angst and lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Team Gai rocks! Go Team Gai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-20.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-3118472645311420806?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/3118472645311420806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=3118472645311420806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3118472645311420806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/3118472645311420806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/09/team-gai-guy.html' title='Team Gai (Guy)'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-1600918406452310254</id><published>2008-08-28T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:02:16.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SLZbaNkdHlI/AAAAAAAAABk/SK-TtxHen1c/s1600-h/19890921.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 575px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SLZbaNkdHlI/AAAAAAAAABk/SK-TtxHen1c/s400/19890921.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239475722369441362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-1600918406452310254?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/1600918406452310254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=1600918406452310254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/1600918406452310254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/1600918406452310254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KubdYM1wg-w/SLZbaNkdHlI/AAAAAAAAABk/SK-TtxHen1c/s72-c/19890921.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-5800843199166635151</id><published>2008-08-27T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T04:20:49.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ficlet'/><title type='text'>The Effect Of Too Much RPGs and Fantasy Story Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks to a dream I had the night before last night, I am inspired to write a short fantasy ficlet. Dedicated to both Lydia and Yi Lyn. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This reminds me of those times Stef and I used to discuss and write fantasy stories together... Gosh, I miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've chosen not to include Lydia's and Yi Lyn's "helpful" suggestions into my ficlet since I do not think they're actually suitable. My blog is accessible even to little children and I do not want them to be too scarred by reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: If anything seems familiar to anyone, it would be due to the fact that I read a lot of fantasy books and play lots of computer games such as Warcraft and Eye of the Beholder. So naturally, my writing would be slightly influenced by all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was evening once again. After a day of continuous walking, Fiona was glad it was almost time to set up camp. Honestly, all those shopping expeditions with Lydia and Yi Lyn had not prepared her for *this*. Her legs felt as if they were about to fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys, let's take a break. I can't see in the dark anyways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, this looks like a nice place to set up camp for the night," Lydia assented, looking as travel weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of them stopped at the fringe of trees shading a small stream. With a sigh of relief, Fiona immediately flopped down onto the ground, not caring whether the ground was wet and would stain her robes at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Lyn, the de facto leader of the group, sat down quietly. Her eyes scanned the dark forest warily, and her hand rested on the head of her sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ok, Yi Lyn? You seem a little tense there." Perceptive Lydia noted that their friend looked wary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shhh... Don't you think that the forest is unnaturally quiet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her question made both Lydia and Fiona sit up immediately. Suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK OUT LYDIA! BEHIND YOU!" Yi Lyn bellowed as she unsheathed her broadsword and ran towards her friends, crying out the ancient battle cry of the Amazonians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On instinct, Lydia ducked and swung her mace around. The goblin's sword whistled harmlessly over her head. The impact of her mace on the goblin's legs effectively crippled him, and with a cringe, she swung her mace on his head, crushing his skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pyr thalàssion&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;incendiary pyrophilus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Fiona chanted with her hands directed to a group of goblins running towards her. Almost immediately, a fireball lit up the otherwise dark night and the smell of burnt goblins filled the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great job," Yi Lyn complimented from nearby. She was locking swords with a goblin general. With a grunt, she kicked him in the groin and when he faltered, with deadly efficiency born out of those days chopping chicken for dinner, she disemboweled the hapless goblin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite their best efforts, more enemies were pouring out of the forest. And unfortunately those enemies included undead minions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my..." Fiona murmured, as she raised her hands again, prepared to cast another spell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Pyr thalàssion&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;incendiary pyrophilus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the goblins fell but most were unaffected as the trees shielded most of the effects of the spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lydia! Cast 'Destroy Undead' or something! Usually clerics have that spell don't they?" With her battle cry Yi Lyn charged at the incoming enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It destroys individual undead, not masses of them! I think we'd better retreat, Yi Lyn, sharp weapons are ineffective against skeletons!" Lydia frantically told her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror flitted across the Amazonian warrior's face as she realised the impact of her friend's words. "RETREAT!" She hollered out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three ran helter skelter into the forest in the opposite direction, chased unmercifully by the advancing enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-5800843199166635151?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/5800843199166635151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=5800843199166635151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5800843199166635151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/5800843199166635151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/08/effect-of-too-much-rpgs-and-fantasy.html' title='The Effect Of Too Much RPGs and Fantasy Story Books'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-8625006054457883992</id><published>2008-08-26T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T11:31:11.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Confessions Of A Silent Stalker</title><content type='html'>The recent brouhaha surrounding K opened my eyes to the fact that stalking people online is a common thing to do. The only difference is the extent to which they actually stalk other people, and how much damage do they actually intend to do to the person they stalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else, I also stalk people. I check their Friendster everytime I check my Friendster, I search for their blogs existence, I read their blogs and sometimes I post anonymous comments (of course, nothing of an inflammatory nature, rather they're comments which are relevant to the topics of the blogs and completely non-identifiable). I prefer Friendster in this sense as compared to Facebook since Facebook does not permit one to check other's profiles unless they are friends, and it's pretty suspicious if suddenly I request to befriend the people I stalk right? Especially since they probably have no idea at all who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I stalk normally are related to only one person. His family, his immediate circle of friends (that I could discern), girls who used to comment excessively on his Friendster, his (ex)girlfriend, girls who like him, girls whom he like... Well, you get the idea. And it's freaky how much info I could actually get... Info on their family (how many siblings etc), on their choice  of words, on interests, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite person to stalk would be someone who's very expressive online, who changes her profile to reflect her mood, who blogs excessively on her life, who posts up lots and lots of pictures of herself etc. I've stalked Number 1, Number 2 and Number 3 to varying degrees, and I can actually say that I know them - their mannerisms etc such that it would actually be interesting to meet them really - face to face. Surely it would at least be a surreal experience right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I do not hack their accounts or disturb them in any way. Stalking to me is basically a measure of self defense. It helps me prepare for the eventuality that I'm expecting, and not to show any expression when that happens. It keeps me updated on the going-ons in his life, that he doesn't share with me anymore. And most of all... It helps me to destress. Don't ask me why, but it actually does.  And probably helps me waste more time online. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ethicality of stalking people online, well, I'm not doing any harm nor am I impinging on their privacy - to quote Gobi, it's all online anyway. It's only a matter of being able to find all the relevant info. Now, if only I can apply my stalking skills to helping me look for journals online. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why I stalk would be pretty obvious. Only one thing which confuses me on my persistence on stalking to this very day. I'm quite sure I'm over him already, but yet I still continue stalking. Ah well, it must be a habit already.. So, remember... most stalkers don't stop stalking. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-8625006054457883992?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/8625006054457883992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=8625006054457883992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8625006054457883992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/8625006054457883992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/08/confessions-of-silent-stalker.html' title='Confessions Of A Silent Stalker'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170758366339799080.post-2398099639968438567</id><published>2008-08-26T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T15:25:32.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rec'/><title type='text'>A New Blog</title><content type='html'>Okays... Looks like I've got me a new blog here. Previously I was on xanga which kinda sucks since they always obscure my posts with weird looking adverts which kinda make things complicated. So... here I am on blogspot, ready to begin a new blogging life. To anyone who actually reads this, sorry, I don't do deep introspective pieces, I'm afraid I'm nothing more than a shallow person. Seriously. If you want meaningfully deep entries, go read someone else's blogs, for example &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/nickooi"&gt;Brandon's blog&lt;/a&gt; (he's my brother, and he's the thinker in the family). My humour sucks too, if you want funny posts go to &lt;a href="http://sewjin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Just Sewjin&lt;/a&gt; (a recommendation of Alfred's - seriously funny weih, this guy's humour, really highly recommended especially if you have a sakai sense of humour like yours truly) or try &lt;a href="http://blackgobi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gobi's blog&lt;/a&gt; (his humour is a bit more difficult to understand as you have to be his batchmate to fully comprehend it). Basically here is where I rant stuff.. could be about my life, my interests etc. Most likely to contain Bleach too. You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we shall begin charting a new territory here on blogspot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1170758366339799080-2398099639968438567?l=star-fyre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/feeds/2398099639968438567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1170758366339799080&amp;postID=2398099639968438567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2398099639968438567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1170758366339799080/posts/default/2398099639968438567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-fyre.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-blog.html' title='A New Blog'/><author><name>Mayc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17593891585001022109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
