tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84202991113476149192024-03-21T14:01:53.917+08:00AishiteruDeath leaves a heartache no one can heal, Love leaves a memory no one can steal.Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-66320166255831739152013-07-27T14:11:00.003+08:002013-07-31T00:58:18.443+08:00colourssssI recently requested someone off Tumblr who specializes in colouring manga pages to colour a couple of them for me, and this is what the person did:<br />
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It's simply beautiful, isn't it? I've been wanting these pages coloured for years! I'm so grateful :D<br />
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The pictures are from LOVE MODE by SHIMIZU YUKI. Aoe Reiji x Shirakawa Naoya pairing.<br />
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Go check out the page: <a href="http://icolouryaoi.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">I Colour Yaoi</a><br />
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<span style="color: red;">warning: most of her coloured pictures are of hard yaoi + smut. </span>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-82963937455552851502013-03-11T20:57:00.000+08:002013-03-11T20:57:14.173+08:00Usagi Otoko Tora Otoko Vol 3 EXTRA 1*drum roll* Aaaannnndddd HERE IT IS! A little extra from the third volume! I took the liberty of using some of my studying time to put the english translations into the raws.<br />
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As usual, i apologize for the amature-ish work. Please<b> <span style="color: red;">do not remove the credits page!!</span></b> <span style="background-color: #fff9ee; color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">and drop a 'thank you' so i'll know you've been here :D</span></div>
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Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-67684118280145249422013-02-24T13:25:00.000+08:002013-02-25T09:03:45.584+08:00ZIP Usagi Otoko Tora Otoko Vol 3, Chapter 10-12I have finally found the way to zip my files, for the better good of mankind.<br />
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So I have decided to delete the previous file, and uploaded this one.<br />
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Sorry for the inconvenience! and drop a 'thank you' so i'll know you've been here :)<br />
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New Mediafire link: <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?uennu2ye76g75vo" target="_blank">Part 1</a> and <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?go7hg19v4wtcm3l" target="_blank">Part 2</a>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-35535063206662134302013-02-10T00:32:00.004+08:002013-02-12T18:05:35.392+08:00CNY<b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!</span></b><br />
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Basically, for those who have never heard of it... The name says it all. for us Chinese people (though I'm not from China), we get red packets and have so many family visits and reunions.<br />
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So many fireworks all over the place! So colourful and impressively many among the high rise buildings. From my 19th floor room window, I could spot fireworks all across the skyline. My brother counted 35 fireworks displays happening simultaneously. Amazing :) I can still hear the booms, and it's already 12.30am.<br />
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So. Yeah. A video for you guys to enjoy, courtesy of my cousin who sent it to me, so I'm sharing with you guys:<br />
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Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-41352341891076859012013-01-28T14:41:00.002+08:002013-01-28T14:43:47.264+08:00Gakuen Babysitters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I have been following this manga for a few months now... Attaching a picture:</div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">(kyaaa~! sooo cuuuutteeee!!) <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px;">O(≧∇≦)O</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Summary</b>: <span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white;">After their parents are killed in a plane crash, Ryuuichi and his younger brother Kotarou are taken in by the chairman, who they never met before, of an elite academy. Ryuuichi becomes the school daycare's new babysitter. - by <a href="http://www.mangaupdates.com/series.html?id=47550" target="_blank">Baka-Updates</a></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: justify;">...yeah. so... yeah. I just find this manga so damn cute! If you want to read something that oozes cuteness and innocence, this is just right for you :D</span></span><br />
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<span id="goog_525221941"></span>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-89200659695775782632012-12-31T21:51:00.000+08:002013-01-01T11:59:29.938+08:002012 ----> 2013<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I sit at my small table, staring into my laptop as usual, ignoring the fact that I have studies to do and just focusing on my hobbies... for my three-week holiday is ending in two days. And the thought of classes starting again is just... <i><b>NO</b></i>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I've become confused between the days and dates that have passed me by like the wind, fast and unknowing. I thought yesterday was today, today was yesterday... you get the point. So in actual fact, I did not know it was New Year's Eve today. Stupid, right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hence, I decided to just... <i>write</i> something. So... let's start from this month's December all the way down to earlier this year's February (because January is too insignificant).</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">December:</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Watched Life of Pi (on the 24th) and <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">Les Misérables (on the 26th). I will admit, I really loved Les Mis. Their music is amazing and addictive, and the vocals are a wonderful mix. Coming from a family who loves listening to music all the way to the 80's (sometimes the 70's and even the 60's), it was no wonder that we started rewatching live musicals such as Cats and Evita and even the Phantom of the Opera, and even started searching for the Les Mis musicals, e.g. the 10th and 25th anniversary musicals. My ears are satisfied. :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">My most favourite character in Les Mis: </span></span><i>Éponine </i>played by Samantha Barks<i>. </i>She's super pretty with an even prettier voice. Posting a picture (with glee feelings):</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And all the way down to <b>February </b>(hah! did you think I was actually going to list out month per month? Naw, i wish my memory were <i>that</i> good in the first place):</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I joined university, fresh out of college! I was officially accepted later in the year, but we started early. Anyway it's almost a year already and we still act as though we are in our first month, knowing nothing about our subjects. Yes, it is <i>that</i> difficult. But there is no turning back; time to suck it up and go through with it >:)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">There were ups and downs in my 2012, more ups than downs, really. But a lot of things have happened, I can say... more than any other years that have come and gone. I won't forget, however, I will continue to hope for a better 2013, 2014, 2015... and yeah, you get my drift.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So I will see you in 2013 in at least two more hours (+8:00 GMT Singapore, Hong Kong) time. How did you spend your 2012? :)</span></div>
Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-61495607812595839402012-12-19T15:56:00.000+08:002013-02-24T13:26:41.520+08:00Usagi Otoko Tora Otoko volume 3, Chapter 10-12P.S.:<br />
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I asked the amazing <a href="http://leanico.tumblr.com/tagged/usagi-otoko-tora-otoko" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">Leanico</span></a> (thank you!) to translate these scans that I found... somewhere, into English. It's been a long time, so I have no idea where I got the raws from. So I just pasted the translations into the scans.<br />
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I've never done this before, just so you know. I was bored and started playing with the Photoshop which I never knew existed in my laptop.<br />
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For those who plan to share this, at the very least, I'd appreciate <span style="color: #6aa84f;">credits to me (Yuki Ao + website) and Leanico</span>. That's all I ask of you.<br />
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Please refer to <a href="http://www.lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2013/02/zip-usagi-otoko-tora-otoko-vol-3.html" target="_blank">NEW POST</a>.<br />
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I apologize for the amateur-ish work :)Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-68845467020206508022012-10-13T23:14:00.001+08:002012-10-13T23:20:03.949+08:00Tonari No Kaibutsu-kunI've just recently found this manga online with already 33 chapters, and found out that only episode 1 of it's anime has been released a while ago. The manga is really good; my heart is all warm inside after reading it.<br />
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The art is really good, not like those typical shoujo mangas where the girls' eyes are super huge... Here it is:<br />
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Mizutani Shizuku is the type of person who only cares for her own grades. But when she accidentally delivers the lesson notes to Yoshida Haru, Haru becomes convinced that they are friends.</div>
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Haru turns out to have a very innocent personality, but who would've thought that Haru would actually confess to Shizuku?</div>
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A cold-hearted girl x super troublemaker romance with a fresh new perspective.</div>
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<a href="http://www.mangareader.net/tonari-no-kaibutsu-kun" target="_blank">MangaReader</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.mangago.com/read-manga/tonari_no_kaibutsu_kun/" target="_blank">Manga-go</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.mangahere.com/manga/tonari_no_kaibutsu_kun/" target="_blank">MangaHere</a></div>
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<b>Status</b>: Ongoing</div>
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<b>Scanlator</b>: <a href="http://www.titaniascans.com/" target="_blank">Titania</a><br />
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Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-90882961828370784332012-09-30T11:31:00.000+08:002012-09-30T11:31:41.213+08:00Unityoh, my heart. when i saw this picture, my heart literally stopped. they're so beautiful, made up of platinum and rose gold...<br />
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i am so in loooove with this right now :')Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-50303888688528676292012-08-31T12:40:00.001+08:002012-08-31T12:43:35.301+08:00Patchwork<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">this is a manga by one of my most favourite manga authors, but it's not stated in <a href="http://www.mangaupdates.com/" target="_blank">Baka-Updates</a> or anywhere else. so out of the goodness of my heart (or just the urge to share), here's the manga:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Author: Fujitani Youko</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Chapters: Oneshot</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Genre: Shounen Ai</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f0f3f7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: justify;">Harasen a single, lonely 37 years old highschool teacher is unable to cope the departure of a student, who is also his subject of unrequited love. Faced with a love sickness, he returns to the clubbing scene to start a fresh where he tangles up with a very troublesome guy...</span><br />
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Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-969881805046511662012-07-01T20:21:00.000+08:002012-07-01T20:21:34.591+08:00Listena word of advice to all you people out there: LISTEN. don't just hear someone out, listen to what they are saying.<br />
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put yourself in the other's shoes. you're talking to him/her one day, clearly upset about something. you just want to let it out... and then, halfway, the other person interrupts and gives his/her opinion that has absolutely nothing to do with whatever you're talking about. imagine how irritated and annoyed you'd feel. that, my friend, is how <i>we</i> feel.<br />
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after that, you tried to explain again, and the same thing happened again. you'd just want to take an object and smack it against that person's face... a hand slap is just not enough anymore.<br />
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it would help if you would just shut up when you can't give some decent advice. why on earth would i want to confide in someone who wouldn't listen at all? someone who is so confident in believing that they can give very good advice... that they fully understand what the other party is going through when they themselves actually have never gone through it before.<br />
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sometimes, we just want someone to listen, not to get advice... don't we?Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-10217114477266250932012-05-16T22:21:00.000+08:002012-05-16T22:27:04.325+08:00ParentsThey will do anything for their children: support them, protect them, work their butts off to feed them... But you know, they also scold them, use them as an anger outlet, whack them when they're naughty, swear all sorts of names in all sorts of languages...<br />
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What i'm trying to say is that parents tend to forget who they were once when they were young. The days when they hung out with their friends, the days when they did stupid things, had gone dating with their partners... Days when they had the freedom to be children, teenagers - youngsters.<br />
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I grew up in a strict-family home. I've never gone shopping with my friends without my parents lurking in the other side of the mall (I was 18 when they first allowed me with this condition, and is still like this til today). In order to go anywhere, I must have a valid reason as to <i>why</i> I have to go there and with who and for how long, and if it's far, it is a definite NO unless I give a lot of valid reasons. So far, I have only gone out with my friends three times in my whole life.<br />
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It doesn't matter if I am going to the university, or the mall, or even at home: I <b>must</b> be within the building at all times. To even step out of the building will cause my chances of ever going anywhere even slimmer than now. When I'm at home, I must be in the house, no where else. I've broken this rule when I was in college once, and my mother found out, and she threatened to pull me out of the college and place me somewhere she can watch me. She would've asked people in the college to keep an eye out for me if I step out of line again.<br />
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I've never gotten a boyfriend either. Due to other reasons, I have finally settles on one which I can use as a valid reason for rejecting him without bad feelings: We cannot go on dates. It won't be fair for him. If my parents ever found out, my freedom might be gone forever.<br />
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I've never had my own privacy. My mother checks my Facebook (that's the whole reason she created a Facebook account in the first place, and actually demanded me to delete several posts.<br />
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It's so difficult to keep up to the timing in my university, even when i was in high school. I have never joined any clubs because my parents wouldn't be able to fetch me. Even if they were able to, the amount of fights I have with them to persuade them to fetch me would be endless.<br />
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Don't they think that this is suffocating me? The fact that I'm going to be 20 years old in a month, and this has not changed. They are restricting me of all the stuff that I should have experienced years ago. Because of these, I have practically zero experience of the outside world, and my mother said I just lack common sense. What the hell is that supposed to mean??<br />
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There's so many more things to write, but I think I'm going to have to continue next time. It makes me tear up just writing this.<br />
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Many of you may think I'm pathetic for writing this. Blogging this is my only way of venting my frustrations because I have nobody to throw all these at. Nobody will want to listen to these pathetic stuff, and I know. I've seen their faces. I've been keeping all these in, and it's becoming like poison to my own brain and heart. Nobody likes to hear complains, and I rather keep all these in than to make my already-limited amount of friends not hate me.<br />
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The anger that is building inside me is killing me, and I just want to scream and throw everything down and walk away. I have a way to calm 30% of it, but there's physical evidence. It's so difficult to keep it in...<br />
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I'll keep it in as long as you don't hate me.Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-51342834431968359012012-05-15T10:57:00.001+08:002012-05-15T10:57:17.599+08:00I'm back! ...maybe?It's been almost two years since I've last posted something here. It's also almost been this long since I've actually visited this site. Since this is the first post in so many months, I shall write down some of my reasons here (not in order):<div>
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I looked back at some of my precious posts... and realized how incredibly <i>young</i> I was. I had interests that no longer interest me, and feelings that I no longer harbour. There are still, though, some posts that still say who I am, and this somehow tells me that i still have yet to grow up completely.</div>
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Here's my first post in a long time, and hopefully i'll be back with inspiration to write again ;)</div>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-5798914832889386682010-09-15T12:10:00.007+08:002012-05-15T11:25:55.445+08:00Looks<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><br />
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<br /></div>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-61880504743285243782010-06-02T21:31:00.002+08:002010-06-02T21:53:14.948+08:00Sigh..It's been a while, hasn't it? with the national service program and all... but this is not why i'm typing this post today. in fact, they are different matters altogether. let's begin, shall we?<div><br /></div><div>well, i'm sure everybody has heard of Facebook by now... and there's this particular place in it where we can put our pictures in it for people to see too. it was a few minutes ago when i so happened to browse through my friends' pictures. so many pictures, so many smiling faces, so many of them still together after all these years.</div><div><br /></div><div>funny thing is, i'm considered one of the most invisible students back in high school. i enjoyed school, really i did, but that's when i started schooling in kindergarten until i was 13, in high school. since then, everything was turning downhill. everything changed; imagine, all your friends were your friends one morning and all of you were one big group. next thing you knew, little cracks begin to show in that big group. little by little, that one big group would become small... clans.</div><div><br /></div><div>and then... maybe it was just time to grow up. obviously, with my type of family background, i can't enjoy most of my childhood or teenage years. but it really hurt so bad, like a butcher knife struck into your heart, when you realize it was too late to turn back and change to how things were before. it hurts, when i take flip through the pictures and see that all my friends are still together, and i'm left behind, partly because of my very-controlled family. and that butcher knife just keeps stabbing deeper as the years go by.</div><div><br /></div><div>i hate this. i hate feeling unwanted, i hate feeling as though my life will always be like this, with no one to turn to. i thought i had already buried all these thoughts and feelings and told myself to get used to the way things are. but in the long run, i just hate myself even more for being like this; for being a loser... therefore, in the end, i'm only called a bitch. i feel better with that word now, more used to it, but still - sometimes, i just don't feel like i'm worth it in this world.</div>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-43853140020853856422010-03-21T18:51:00.003+08:002010-03-21T18:55:30.440+08:00Mockingbird<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Yeah </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">But hey, what'd daddy always tell you? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Straighten up little soldier </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Stiffen up that upper lip </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Whatchu crying about? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">You got me. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Hailie, I know u miss your mom </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And I know u miss your dad when I'm gone </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">But I'm tryin' to give you the life that I never had </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I can see your sad </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Even when you smile </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Even when you laugh </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I can see it in your eyes </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Deep inside you wanna cry </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Cuz you're scared </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I ain't there, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Daddy's with you in your prayers </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">No more cryin' </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Wipe them tears </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Daddy's here </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">No more nightmares </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">We gonna pull together through it </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">We gon' do it </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Lainie's uncle's crazy ain't he, yeah </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">But he loves you girl and you better know it </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">We're all we got in this world </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">When it spins </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">When it swirls </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">When it whirls </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">When it twirls </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Two little beautiful girls </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Lookin' puzzled, in a daze </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I know it's confusing you </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Daddy's always on the move </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Mama's always on the news </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I try to keep you sheltered from it </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">But somehow it seems, the harder that I try to do that </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">The more it backfires on me </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">All the things, growin' up </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">As daddy, daddy had to see </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Daddy don't want you to see </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">But you see just as much as he did </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">We did not plan it to be this way, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Your mother and me </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">But things have got so bad between us </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I don't see us ever being </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Together ever again </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Like we used to be like when we was teenagers </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">But then of course </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Everything always happen for a reason </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I guess it was never meant to be </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">But it's just something </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">We have no control over </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And that's what destiny is </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">But no more worries </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Rest your head and go to sleep </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Maybe one day we'll wake up </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And this will all just be a dream </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Now hush little baby don't you cry </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Every thing's gonna be all right </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Stiffin' that upper lip up little lady I told ya </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Daddy's here to hold ya through the night </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">We fear how we feel inside, it may seem a little crazy </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Pretty baby but I promise, Mama's gon' be alright </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">It's funny, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I remember back one year when daddy had no money </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And stuck 'em under the tree </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And said some of 'em were from me, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Cuz daddy couldn't buy 'em </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I'll never forget that Christmas </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I sat up the whole night crying </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Cuz daddy felt like a bum, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">See daddy had a job, but his job </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Was to keep the food on the table for you and mom </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And at the time every house that we lived in </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Either kept getting broken into and robbed or shot up on the block </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And your mom, was saving money for you in a jar </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Tryna to start a piggy bank for you </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">So you could go to college </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Almost had a thousand dollars </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">'Till someone broke in and stole it </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And I know it hurt so bad it broke your mamma's heart </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And it seemed like everything was just starting to fall apart </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Mom and dad was arguing a lot </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">So mama moved back on to Chalmers in a flat </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">One bedroom apartment </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And dad moved back to the other side of 8 mile on Novara </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And that's when daddy went to California with his CD </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And met Dr. Dre and flew you and Mama out to see me, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">But daddy had to work, you and mama had to leave me, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Then you started seeing daddy on the TV </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And mama didn't like it </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And you and Lainnie were too young to understand it </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Papa was a rollin' stone, mama developed a habit </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it firsthand </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Cuz all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Now I'm sittin' in this empty house, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Just reminiscing. Looking at your baby pictures it just tricks me out </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">To see how much you both have grown it's almost like you're sisters now </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Wow, guess you pretty much are and daddy's still here </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Lainnie I'm talking to you too daddy's still here </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I like the sound of that, yeah </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">It's got a ring to it don't it </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Shhh, mama's only gone for the moment </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Now hush little baby don't you cry </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Every thing's gonna be all right </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Stiffin' that upper lip up little lady I told ya </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Daddy's here to hold ya through the night </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">We fear how we feel inside, it may seem a little crazy </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Pretty baby but I promise, mama's gon' be alright </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And if you ask me to, daddy's gonna buy you a mocking bird </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I'ma give you the world, I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I'ma sing for you, I'll do anything for you to see you smile </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I'ma break that birdie's neck, I'll go back to the jeweler </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Who sold it to ya </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">And make him eat every carat </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Don't fuck with Dad (ha ha)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">- <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><b>Eminem</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>i like this song... it has a lot of emotion inside.</i></span></div>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-65644534630556876402010-01-02T06:30:00.002+08:002010-01-02T06:35:49.661+08:00Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010the title says it all! its d second day of the first month of the new year... and i (and the other participants around the country) am going to leave for NS in... 15 minutes. i thought i would at least give the last word so that you people won't miss me too much... *cough* joking *cough*<div><br /></div><div>anyway, i'm off for three months, and u won't hear a peep out of me until then. okay, gotta go now.</div><div><br /></div><div>i just want to say.. *sob*.. i'm going to miss my tv, computer, anime, manga, books... and yeah. i think that's pretty much it. LOL!</div><div><br /></div><div>okay...........</div><div><br /></div><div>ciao! XDXD see you in three months!</div>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-43205776287288161792009-12-28T23:36:00.002+08:002009-12-29T00:28:30.702+08:00Why?the feeling's back. the feeling of... well, like the many times where i was being left alone. times when no matter how much you want to do something, you just can't do it, because you are not allowed.<div><br /></div><div>i feel so trapped. still... like a little bird locked up in a cage since birth, impossible to be released no matter how much i want to be let go. the feeling's building up, refilling the bottle which held my emotions. the bottle was spilling, but now its filling itself again. fantastic.</div><div><br /></div><div>i see how happy my friends are through their pictures and stuff. how happy they were hanging out together, enjoying themselves. i wonder... what it feels like to be with my friends, hanging out outside of school. it's so painful, just thinking about that, because i know i'll never be able to feel that carefree feeling.</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe like a little bird locked up in a cage since birth seems too - lenient. it's more like... like... i'm walking in the pastures as a small kid, and then suddenly i was caught in the thorn bushes. every time i feel like struggling, the thorns tighten around me. as i grow up, the sharper the thorns poking into me.</div><div><br /></div><div>oh God, i want to talk to someone. i need to talk to someone... but heh. who has so much time to listen to me, huh? thanks to these thorns, the people i mix with in the end turn their backs and walk on. i know i'm not much to be with, not interesting enough, not... free because of the thorns. so they give up and walk on. i know how tiring it is to be with me, someone who just isn't very exciting to be a friend. i really understand that feeling, because i'm also very fed-up with myself too.</div><div><br /></div><div>what am i going to do? is this going to continue until i die? i cannot believe this. i cannot fight against the thorns. i try not to be weak, but these thorns - i'm so used to them until i would feel lost without them. i'm practically begging, i need help. serious help.</div><div><br /></div><div>it's also painful, u know, and pathetic as well, to know that you're not wanted. partly because i can't keep up, partly because... ah. what the heck. i don't see why i even existed. why do i exist? what's the point...? sigh.</div>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-64942042860329977012009-12-25T23:41:00.003+08:002009-12-26T00:35:29.310+08:00Thoughtsi'm sitting in the living room, next to the balcony's glass door with the curtain drawn, using my computer and typing this right now. i've been thinking this for quite some time: SPM's over! i"m free!<div><br /></div><div>but now, its Christmas Day. My family and I went to church and then drove all the way to Negeri Sembilan to check out the PLKN camp which i am assigned to go to. it was scary... because it looked just like the camp i joined (and left the next day because i had an appointment back home) in June.</div><div><br /></div><div>National Service just wasn't the idea i had in mind to spend my after-school holidays. before June came, i was always thinking that i'll get a job before i get my SPM results (my best option, i hope) to sign up for college. but dang, guess God had other plans for me. going camping is a 'not bad' idea, but for three months in the jungle where all the insects are?? if i had a choice, i'd pass - definitely.</div><div><br /></div><div>these few weeks after i finished SPM, i have to say i kinda wasted it by doing absolutely nothing. but recently my sister introduced a new manga with its anime to me. suddenly, my world became so much brighter... haha! but ridiculously, she did that a week ago. the manga's not even completed yet. sad.</div><div><br /></div><div>sigh. now i'm sitting here comfortably (just don't ask how) and realizing that NS is going to be... next Saturday. oh my gosh. for those who are not chosen and are probably gloating by now, this is very nerve-wrecking... really.</div><div><br /></div><div>*laughs* this is a silent night lol. signing out now - hinoiri.</div>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-38004193060081747552009-11-21T20:37:00.003+08:002009-11-21T21:07:39.951+08:00Note To God<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">If I wrote a note to God</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I would speak what's in my soul</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I'd ask for all the hate to be swept away</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">For love to overflow</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">If I wrote a note to God</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I'd pour my heart out on each page</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I'd ask for war to end</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">And for peace to mend this world</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I'd say</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I'd say</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I'd say</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Give us the strength to make it through</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Help us find love, 'cause love is overdue</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">And it seems like so much is going wrong</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">On this road we're on</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">If I wrote a note to God</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I'd say please help us find a way</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">End all the bitterness</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Put some tenderness in our hearts</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I'd say</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I'd say</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I'd say</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Give us the strength to make it through</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Help us find love, 'cause love is overdue</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">And it looks like we haven't got a clue</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Need some help from you</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Grant us the faith to carry on</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">'Cause it seems like so much is going wrong</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">On this road we're on</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">No</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">No</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">We can't do it on our own</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">So</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">So</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">(Give us the strength to make it through</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Help us find love, 'cause love is overdue)</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">And it looks like we haven't got a clue</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Need some help</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Grant us the faith to carry on</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">'Cause it seems like so much is going wrong</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">On this road we're on</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">No</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">No</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">(No) We can't do it on our own</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">(So)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">So</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">If I wrote a note to God</span></div><div><br /></div><div>- <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Charice Pempengco</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">P.S. This girl's 17 years old (same age as me) & is a Filipino.</span></div></div></div></div></div>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-15364302230008443012009-10-08T12:27:00.011+08:002009-11-06T19:56:05.252+08:00Super JuniorYep, the title says it all! I suddenly became a huge fan of Super Junior =P<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390082460116116370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVhdlz0l9x8slEjRfybbzR0cxQgBPumqbJYLDvK4B1aN7vI2tH19RB5IIijhH2I3NCkD1kvEb_L-2TCBzVL8vFUHztm4c6zkIxfpo-FyGAax3WNXv0az3CVIRTFtyaSSnXQcVRUiaz3VT/s400/Super+Junior.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>haha this snapshot was during the time they were making the "U" music video (<span style="font-size:78%;">i think</span><span style="font-size:100%;">). but either way, they look damn hot <3</span> <p>there are a few songs from them that manage to push into my 'favourite songs' list XD</p><p>1. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Super Girl</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span>(Super Junior M) <p></p><p>2. <span style="color:#ff6666;">The One I Love </span><span style="color:#666666;">(Super Junior K.R.Y)</span></p><p>3. <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Monster</span></p><p>4. <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Rokkugo</span> (Super Junior T)</p><p>5. <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Me</span> (Super Junior M)</p><p>6. <span style="color:#993399;">U</span></p><p><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="color:#999999;">7.</span> </span><span style="color:#663366;">Haengbok</span></p><p>8. <span style="color:#000099;">It's You</span></p><p>9. <span style="color:#3333ff;">Don't Don</span></p><p>10. <span style="color:#9999ff;">Dancing Out</span> (this one was filmed in Malaysia!!! in KL, might i add)</p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">but i'll add some more when i return here... at the end of the year or starting next year. i just couldn't help it but want to specifically put up a post about them. i apologize though, i need a lot of time if i want to regain my touch on blogging. haha at the end of the year, i promise!</span></p><p>=P</p>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-22324861563546843322009-08-20T11:15:00.002+08:002009-08-20T11:25:56.840+08:00All At Once<span style="color:#330000;">All at once</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">I finally took a moment and I'm realizing that</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">You're not coming back</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">And it finally hit me all at once</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">All at once</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">I started counting teardrops and at least a million fell</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">My eyes began to swell</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">And all my dreams were shattered all at once </span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Ever since I met you</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">You're the only love I've known</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">And I can't forget you</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Though I must face it all alone</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">All at once</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">I'm drifting on a lonely sea</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Wishing you'd come back to me</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">And that's all that matters now</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">All at once</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">I'm drifting on a lonely sea</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Holding on to memories</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">And it hurts me more than you know</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">So much more than it shows</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">All at once</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">All at once</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">I looked around and found that you were with another love</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">In someone else's arms</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">And all my dreams were shattered, all at once</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">All at once</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">The smile that used to greet me brightened someone else's day</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">She took your smile away</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">And left me with just memories, all at once </span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">all at once</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">I'm drifting on a lonely sea</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Wishing you'd come back to me</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">And it hurts me more than you know</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">So much more than it shows</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">All at once</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">And that's all that matters now</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">All at once</span><br /><span style="color:#330000;">And im drifting on a lonely sea</span><br /><br />- <span style="color:#ffcc99;">Whitney Houston</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">P.S. secretly, i dedicated this to someone. then again, no one will ever know who this person actually is ^^</span>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-55500441757117196792009-08-09T22:24:00.003+08:002009-08-09T23:05:14.100+08:00You Belong With Me<span style="color:#663366;">You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">She's going off about something that you said</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">And she'll never know your story like I do</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">That what you're looking for has been here the whole time</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">If you could see that I'm the one who understands you</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Been here all along, so why can't you see?</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">You, you belong with me, you belong with me</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Walking the streets with you and your worn-out jeans</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Hey, isn't this easy?</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">You say you're fine, I know you better than that</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Hey, what ya doing with a girl like that?</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">She wears high heels, I wear sneakers</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">That what you're looking for has been here the whole time</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">If you could see that I'm the one who understands you</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Been here all along, so why can't you see?</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">You belong with me</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Standing by and waiting at your back door</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">All this time how could you not know?</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">And I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Been here all along, so why can't you see?</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">You belong with me</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Standing by and waiting at your back door</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">All this time, how could you not know?</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">You belong with me</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">Have you ever thought just maybe</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">You belong with me?</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">You belong with me</span><br /><br />- <span style="color:#33ff33;">Taylor Swift</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">P.S. reminds me when i was 16... ^^'</span>Yuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-80452911558202993312009-07-03T22:46:00.003+08:002009-07-03T23:40:15.414+08:00PLKNProgram Latihan Khidmat Negara : Nasional Service Malaysia...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">I GOT SELECTED!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br />T.T huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu... no way... i don't want...<br /><br /><br />but what can i do? can't fight with government anyway. yeah... i'm announcing to the world now... T.TYuki Aohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192noreply@blogger.com0