<?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-36186989</id><updated>2012-01-29T17:26:20.832-08:00</updated><category term='FIERCE BITCHES'/><category term='Jonas toilet'/><category term='OMG I&apos;M UPDATING'/><category term='Harley'/><category term='Kazuya'/><category term='Bat'/><category term='Bishounen'/><category term='random'/><category term='FT Island'/><category term='MTV Asia Awards 2008'/><category term='Questionnaire'/><category term='Lit Night'/><category term='Ohkura the rat'/><category term='Yearly survey'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Future'/><category term='depression'/><category term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BBGIRL'/><category term='bunch of nonsense'/><category term='D'/><category term='picspam'/><category term='Christmas 2007'/><category term='AJOO'/><category term='Editorial'/><category term='FASHION'/><category term='Demi'/><category term='BEST DAY OF MY LIFE'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='BYE BYE BLOG'/><category term='Life milestones'/><category term='presents'/><category term='Wonder Girl-ing'/><category term='KAT-TUN'/><category term='YE'/><category term='Super Junior'/><category term='DBSK'/><category term='dance'/><category term='fangirling'/><category term='Sports Day 2008'/><title type='text'>Eau de Parfum</title><subtitle type='html'>Chanel is fine. Dior is great. But China Airlines hun, is NOT.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-4602523733279957787</id><published>2009-01-16T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:07:32.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYE BYE BLOG'/><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="8"&gt;MOVED&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://paperdolled.blogspot.com/"&gt; http//paperdolled.blogspot.com&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please change your bookmarks/links to my new address, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site was fun while it lasted and certain posts (like my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/search/label/Japan"&gt;JAPAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ones shall be posted into my new blog as it seems to be useful to readers (according to numerous e-mails).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move on from high school and into a new phase of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-4602523733279957787?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/4602523733279957787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=4602523733279957787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4602523733279957787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4602523733279957787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2009/01/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-6406880634514124129</id><published>2009-01-14T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:29:56.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASHION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Closet For College</title><content type='html'>I just found a bunch of style blogs and the genius that is &lt;a href="http://chictopia.com/"&gt;Chictopia.com&lt;/a&gt;. Holy cow! I'm in bloody style heaven. So much inspiration, so much style, so many beautiful clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it sad how clothes are inspiring me to start college now? I can't wait to wake up in the mornings to go for my classes dolled up in my outfits. Chic breezy blouses paired with a cute pencil/tulip skirt topped off with a hat (preferably my bowler or fedora) and a sweater in case it gets cold. OR! My new star print blouse I bought in Bangkok with the bow around the collar paired with my new (get this) skinny leg CHEAP MONDAY JEANS (YES, CHEAP MONDAY. ME. MUAHAHAHAHA) and Zara black ankle boots to elongate my &lt;s&gt;stumps&lt;/s&gt; legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did well in High School because we were made to wear Alice in Wonderland inspired uniforms everyday. Instead, I always excelled in tuition because we were given the freedom and I shined amongst all the t-shirt and jeans clad students. I always tell my mother: "When I look damn good, I feel damn good and then I perform damn good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate it when people turn up for classes in nothing but t-shirt and jeans and a pair of slippers? (Yes, I have been a victim, but no longer!!!) It pisses me off when I see people in slippers. It looks sloppy and it shows you don't take pride in how you portray yourself to the world. I know you're one of those "don't judge me" people but COME ON, at least don't be an eyesore to others. Have a bit of courtesy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-6406880634514124129?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/6406880634514124129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=6406880634514124129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6406880634514124129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6406880634514124129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2009/01/closet-for-college.html' title='Closet For College'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-783674207310918660</id><published>2009-01-13T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:56:49.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASHION'/><title type='text'>Marky Mark</title><content type='html'>Caught up with Inessa today and we went gallivanting around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mid Valley&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gardens&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, we had to do the obligatory round to Isetan where the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;MARC JACOBS&lt;/span&gt; shrine is located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found one I really like! It's pale blue and soft pebble leather, and if I'm not wrong it's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Softy Jorie &lt;/span&gt;in Denim and costs RM1899 plus further 40% discount. And seeing it's Isetan we can use my uncle's staff discount for a further 20%. So total = RM759.60. HOLY SHIT LESS THAN A THOUSAND RINGGIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SWzUMFCQTvI/AAAAAAAABpE/dzrOvTgtT1s/s1600-h/12084555_denim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SWzUMFCQTvI/AAAAAAAABpE/dzrOvTgtT1s/s320/12084555_denim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290836966228643570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my parents/relatives (if they ever find this blog, god forbid they ever do):&lt;br /&gt;18th birthday in May *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HINT HINT HINT HINT HINT HINT HINT&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already told them what I want for my 21st in 2012: My very own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chanel 2.55&lt;/span&gt; (reissued or classic). Hey, I think I'm pretty reasonable considering I've given them 3 years to save up (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty evident from this post that between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bags&lt;/span&gt;, I'm definitely a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bag girl&lt;/span&gt;. BUT! The wonderful thing is, Chinese New Year is just around the corner and looking at my prosperous history I think I have a great chance of gaining at least RM900+ worth of ang paos (recession or not, muahaha). So if my parents do not relent *cries* I'll just save up that money along with the ones I have left in the bank and buy the bag myself. I want it. I want it. iwantiwantiwantiwantiwantiwantiwant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recession is here! We need to spend more to spur the economy! (I am a frivolous brat D:)&lt;br /&gt;I am now going to make googly eyes at my computer screen as I browse through the more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exotic &lt;/span&gt;skins (ostrich :my favourite, crocodile, lizard...) . ;_; I'm so happy and contented who knows what would happen when I finally do achieve my dreams and earn enough money to buy one. *sigh sigh sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-783674207310918660?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/783674207310918660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=783674207310918660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/783674207310918660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/783674207310918660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2009/01/marky-mark.html' title='Marky Mark'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SWzUMFCQTvI/AAAAAAAABpE/dzrOvTgtT1s/s72-c/12084555_denim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-3409608564128148769</id><published>2009-01-10T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:13:19.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life milestones'/><title type='text'>Sorted</title><content type='html'>I actually went for that Education Fair held by the Star newspaper in KLCC today. To say I was dubious and reluctant to go for it in the first place is an understatement, but after a whole lot of nagging and 'be serious, it's your life' talks by my mother I finally relented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived there while the doors were still closed but to my surprise they actually started right on the dot on the stated time. First impressions are important and I'm impressed. The hall was also really big and well organized so it was easy to navigate. First stop, my mother's favourite school: KDU. I swear, it's like they paid her money to mention their school to me every single damn day. Makes it worse when the school is right opposite my house across the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 30 minutes of chatting with an adviser I guess they sort of won me over as well. The only thing I didn't like is that they associate with Australian Universities which I am totally AGAINST. I hate Australia, NONONONONONONO. Even worse, all of them were located in suburban areas like Perth and Adelaide, ARGH! Why the hell would anyone subject themselves to the torture that is the Australian suburb? I can't even take the damn city, I'd seriously kill myself if I ever had to go back. I'm really not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't care what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked out from that little chat feeling a little relieved and happy that I finally had a prospective college to attend in March. My mother even happier seeing that KDU is:&lt;br /&gt;1. near&lt;br /&gt;2. cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around a bit more until we happened on another college. I actually have no idea what made us stop, seeing as we had been refusing offers left right and center on anything that didnt interest us. Must've been fate, must've been karma because the Education Gods are seriously smiling upon me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found something even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't registered yet, but I think this is it. It's the one and it only took 5 minutes for the boy (a student as well, even better for my mother to interrogate) to convince us that this was it. It took the lady 30 minutes to tell me about KDU but it took 5 minutes and no sitting down for me to click. Reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's even cheaper than KDU! Like RM5 000+ cheaper&lt;br /&gt;2. Location is okay (Uptown)&lt;br /&gt;3. The university they offer is actually really near my aunt's house in the London.&lt;br /&gt;4. Endorsed by alot of pretty prestigious firms here in Malaysia and even New York City.&lt;br /&gt;5. Opportunity to study fashion marketing and merchandising.&lt;br /&gt;6. Small school/less well-known = less opportunity for running into somebody I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the confused teenager at the back. Hello my friend, London's calling. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't reveal the college I chose yet seeing as I haven't registered or anything yet. Who knows, it might turn out to be a dud, but I've got a feeling it won't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say I left that hall feeling really happy. We then left for KLIA to fetch my dad who arrived back from Mongolia via Beijing today. There must've been some flight from Mekkah or something today, everyone in the Arrivals hall was clad in white religious wear (idk what its called). How fun. I love looking at the Departure/Arrival boards, makes me wish that if I were born male I would've been a pilot. As a female, I myself am sexist towards female pilots. I wouldn't feel safe with me in the cockpit let alone a whole plane full of passengers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-3409608564128148769?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/3409608564128148769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=3409608564128148769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3409608564128148769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3409608564128148769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorted.html' title='Sorted'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-8659334292019243134</id><published>2009-01-07T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:43:48.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questionnaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yearly survey'/><title type='text'>The (Very Late) Yearly Survey</title><content type='html'>I have a good excuse to be late this time. Not the most auspicious of new year beginnings but I came down with a sudden case of the flu on, get this, New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's freaking Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so while all my mates have been partying it up, going to clubs, doing the countdown and wearing those adorable 2009 hats/specs, I was lying in bed coughing like an old man, my body aching and emanating heat like sand in the Sahara desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better now, thank you. So without further ado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How old are you turning this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;year/turned this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your current grade/class/job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;etc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 5 A1 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you get any new piercings this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any new tattoos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Tattoos are tacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you dyed you hair this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, and I can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many people have you dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are you currently dating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you grown/changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;physically/gained weight etc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I gained weight. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you changed mentally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I grew backwards mentally this year. Inside, I'm a Hannah Montana, Demi Lovato-loving 12 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;[Current favorites]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Band:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love KAT-TUN. SHINee, Demi Lovato, the JoBros, Super Junior, DBSK, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR'S SONG IS &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVEJUICE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;AKANISHI JIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. YES. YES. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Camp Rock, HAHAHAHA. Uh...Sweeney Todd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIAR GAME, Gossip Girl, 90210. This year's doramas didn't make me squee like last year. :( I'm still waiting to watch Zettai Kareshi later though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Marry A Marquis - Julia Quinn. I'll admit, I did not read a lot of intellectually stimulating books this year. Hence all the historical romances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese, Korean, Italian, Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Store:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOPSHOP! And of course not to forget, Harajuku, Shibuya 109 etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giraffes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cartoon character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remy in Ratatouille. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;[Have you.... this year?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smoked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way. So disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll live vicariously through my novels for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. MY 2009 WAS RUINED. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through a lot of exciting things this year, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a loved one, my uncle's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really say. They're persistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gained a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grown your hair longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D with bangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cut your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato-style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bought new clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never go a year without buying clothes. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met the One?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES on so many levels YES. He just doesn't know it yet. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Done something really stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being the school mascot considered stupid? I thought it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made a new enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I found a friend who shares the same enemies as I do. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got a new job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made any art?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most successful to date in fact on the JBFFA. BOO YAH! 873 reviews and going strong!! NUMBER ONE MOST FAVOURITED STORY ON THE SITE BY A LANDSLIDE, WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;[End questions]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has it been a good year so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this year has been consistently good. Experienced alot of new things. Except for SPM. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you have done anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;differently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my MTV experience, but I can live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you do everything you wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do/get do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything, but I'm pretty content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you looking forward to next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to look forward to, since my dreams were dashed in August, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think it will be a better year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE TURNING 18. IT SHOULD BE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-8659334292019243134?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/8659334292019243134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=8659334292019243134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8659334292019243134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8659334292019243134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-late-yearly-survey.html' title='The (Very Late) Yearly Survey'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-2583366069019187345</id><published>2008-12-27T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:29:32.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Until You're Mine</title><content type='html'>Yet again woke up at the ungodly hour of 7.30 a.m. this morning during my numbered holidays and set off for my 6 hour car maintenance seminar thingy. T'was lucky I suppose cause guess who I met there? Harinder! And from Harinder I found out that my future sister-in-law was going to attend the same college as she was come January: Metropolitan College. (La di da di da....!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall announce it here right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOO HOO, I NOW KNOW HOW TO CHANGE CAR TYRES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah big deal, let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really prompted me to blog today came about as I was having lunch with Roxy and our driving instructor at some small restaurant. I learned that someone in Roxy's class (someone whom I do not think highly of) had recently gotten a job a grand brand name store (I shall not name names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL. WHAT IS THIS&lt;/span&gt;. If you knew said person we were gossiping about, you would know and understand that said person is SO NOT the type who would be able to secure such a highly-demanded job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which obviously got me angry and all motivated. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOODY FUCKING HELL&lt;/span&gt;, if that girl can do it, then SO CAN I. And I guarantee I can do it 196654265465435113232132168487 times better. Now I don't really toot my own horn (okay, who am I kidding?) but seriously? TOOT, TOOT GIRLFRIENDS. I'm off to the mall now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARC JACOBS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HIRING?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make things worse, I recently found out my cousin is a good friend of Cleo magazine's Editor in Chief. How about helping out a poor desperate soul here? I am fully willing and eager to fetch your coffee, throw your rubbish, scrub your toilets, make photocopies and be at your beck and call 24/7 for this once in a lifetime experience. I have no problems being your own personal human pet dog. Just teach me something; I want an internship. I want to work at a magazine and see what life would be like for me in the future when I pursue fashion editing. I want to touch beautiful clothes and stop crying everytime I can only stand outside the store window and dream. Even if I must stand on all fours and scrub the damn floor with a single brush and a bucket of water&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I SHALL PREVAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because that's how much I want and value such a life. I'm tired of looking from the bottom up. It's time to MOVE IT. (lol, stolen from Madagascar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make dreams a reality now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****edt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-2583366069019187345?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/2583366069019187345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=2583366069019187345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2583366069019187345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2583366069019187345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/12/until-youre-mine.html' title='Until You&apos;re Mine'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-4705273361656872402</id><published>2008-12-26T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:56:47.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>Haven't had the time to do anything since I came back from Bangkok much more blog about my repetitive life. Arrived home and immediately sat for my Highway Code Test with Rachel and then the next day I had a wake to attend, and a funeral after that and off to the Curve to meet Inessa after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my cousin's mother just passed away. Said mother would be my father's brother's wife so you could say it wasn't a close relation and I had absolutely no feeling towards the situation. Does that sound a bit cruel? I think it does. It's amazing how I can watch a Japanese drama or read a romance novel and cry freaking buckets but all I can do at a relative's funeral is just shed ONE tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have my reasons. For one thing, said uncle is not my favourite. Said cousins are also not my favourite. In fact, they're a very pretentious lot and if you talked to my cousin you'd believe me. The other fact that he attends international school (ISKL, bloody hell) does not help the snobbery one bit.  You can see where I'm coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, everyone comes together in this sad time of life so let's all have a moment of silence...&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the title of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ROMANCE NOVELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay everyone, if you had to read at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LEAST&lt;/span&gt; one romance novel in your lifetime let it be &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How To Marry A Marquis&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julia Quinn&lt;/span&gt;. Why? Because it has the ability to make you feel excited, angry, sad and turned on all at the same time! I read this book from late afternoon straight up to 3 a.m. in the morning non-stop which shows just how good it is. There was one scene where I was practically bawling my eyes out for the hero and heroine but was still titilated well enough. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO THE HELL CAN MAKE YOU CRY WHILE THE CHARACTERS ARE HAVING DRY SEX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Quinn can.&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to her.&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? It costs RM32.90 at all good bookstores in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that book has left you longing for more, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;! Then have no fear, I am here. :) I suggest you check out Ms. Quinn's other titles especially the Bridgerton series. Romance gold right there. My particular favourite would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romancing Mr. Bridgerton&lt;/span&gt; purely for the fact that Colin Bridgerton has always been my ideal guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading another of Julia Quinn's, which is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Splendid&lt;/span&gt;. Alexander Ridgely the hero in the novel was decribed as "sexy and dangerous...sinfully handsome and sinfully rich..." (her words not mine) and it got me squealing to my toes. Romance novels have always been my guilty pleasure. Especially those with heroes who are rakes. The more roguish, devilish, handsome and rich the better. I like any man in these types of books to be the kind who can silence the heroine with just a stare. He has to be masculine, strong and the forceful type. The kind of guy who will bend the heroine to his every whim and fancy and will seduce and titilate her at every chance he gets until they do the deed and leaves her to perish at the mercy of Regency London's social cirlces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see I am not a feminist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which lead me to wander: I want a rake. I want a playboy. I want a strong guy. What kind of books should I read to ensure that I'll forever get a hero like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little research and found my answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIRATE ROMANCE NOVELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theromanceclub.com/guestauthors/rsharonwicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.theromanceclub.com/guestauthors/rsharonwicked.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n18/n91641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 475px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n18/n91641.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.annecaldwell.com/images/pirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.annecaldwell.com/images/pirates.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(all images thanks to our best friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, think about it. Heroine is stranded on a desert island. Sexy buff rakish (playboy) pirate hero sails onto her island and takes heroine as his captive. The set scene: Heroine on big beautiful pirate ship of 30 men all whom have been at sea for a long time now and have not seen a woman since. And because this is my fantasy, all the 30 men (the crew) are handsome and ready to pounce. But of course, hero is the hottest, strongest and sexiest of them all. And not to mention, he's also the captain. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as how all romance novels go, hero keeps heroine as his own. He chains her up and uses her as his slave. But then, aha! We find a twist in this plot (o rly?) and in actual fact, heroine's family had ruined hero's family a long, long time ago which lead to his pracy. Hero is get angry and plots his revenge by taking heroine as his own (you know what I mean) to spite her. But of course not all goes to plan as heroine (tries to) fight back. Hero is shocked that there is someone on Earth who dares fight his sexiness. Hero then leaves her alone, but for the next few chapters we are treated to endless scenes of said tortured hero trying to seduce said petulant heroine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add another twist in the plot, maybe we can put heroine's fiancee whom she lost when she was left stranded on the desert island suddenly come sailing across the horizon towards their ship. Hero is enraged and locks up heroine to show a sign that she is 'his'. Hero and Heroine's fiancee fight to death for heroine's love but finally hero prevails and heroine's fiancee falls overboard into the sea never to be heard again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired to go on so we all know how this story will end. Hero and Heroine fall in love, have explosive coitus and have beautiful swashbuckling children. TA DA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall call this story &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scandal on the High Seas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it have that sizzle in the title? Hell, if I didn't write out the plot I'd buy/borrow it anyway. So much sizzle, so much angst, so much drama, so much endless sensual scenes the possibilities are endless when you're at sea on a big boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams (i know I will).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-4705273361656872402?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/4705273361656872402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=4705273361656872402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4705273361656872402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4705273361656872402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1530068002151755129</id><published>2008-12-24T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:27:35.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><title type='text'>PWNED</title><content type='html'>Every Wednesday night at 11.00 p.m. is the highlight of my week.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Celebrity Apprentice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Piers Morgan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the win. He's so fucking awesome it hurts. Today's episode where he practically killed Omarosa turned me on sfm, omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1530068002151755129?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1530068002151755129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1530068002151755129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1530068002151755129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1530068002151755129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/12/pwned.html' title='PWNED'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-7957364964317435077</id><published>2008-12-14T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:48:26.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life milestones'/><title type='text'>5 Hours In; 20 More To Go</title><content type='html'>I survived! *throws confetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 4 a.m. last night (for me, that's pretty early) and woke up at the ungodly hour of 7.45 a.m. to head off for our mandatory 5 hour driving Highway Code thingy whatever today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard alot of horror stories from various people telling me that it's boring, it's so dull bla bla bla...But to tell you the truth, I quite enjoyed it. Sure, our lecturer did ramble and go off topic sometimes and he did try to impress the Brit sitting in front of me many times but it was still entertaining. I learned a lot about the road that I never knew before. So, yay. I can't say the same for Rachel though, she fell alseep halfway through the seminar. T'was quite funny watching her drift off out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Thailand this Thursday (18 December) and coming back home on the 21st. Then I'll be taking my highway code test the very next day. And then it's 6 hours of practical training (changing tyres, omg) and THEN finally I get to go behind the wheel and drive. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pretty much foresee myself sitting inside the car as it drops backwards on the slope. Or the car dying on the slope. Or accelerating down it accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 6 hours + 12 hours + 2 hours (waiting time for test)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO ONE UTAMA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-7957364964317435077?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/7957364964317435077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=7957364964317435077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7957364964317435077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7957364964317435077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-hours-in-20-more-to-go.html' title='5 Hours In; 20 More To Go'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-8040457120908131014</id><published>2008-12-12T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:31:32.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BBGIRL'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRYSTLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey you're seventeen today. Lots of hugs and kisses *haptic!* and I hope whatever you wish for like your &lt;s&gt;mad useless&lt;/s&gt; $2 000 ball-jointed doll/dollfie/volks whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SUPry1K2nNI/AAAAAAAABn0/MU72lwpagSY/s1600-h/2008+Memories+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SUPry1K2nNI/AAAAAAAABn0/MU72lwpagSY/s320/2008+Memories+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279322446706941138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SUPryuXHXZI/AAAAAAAABns/x_R6f2_0rkA/s1600-h/2008+Memories+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SUPryuXHXZI/AAAAAAAABns/x_R6f2_0rkA/s320/2008+Memories+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279322444879322514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SUPryMd2VVI/AAAAAAAABnk/0IJuAoT-bzE/s1600-h/2008+Memories+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SUPryMd2VVI/AAAAAAAABnk/0IJuAoT-bzE/s320/2008+Memories+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279322435780760914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SUPrxxlhTfI/AAAAAAAABnc/oGPUIlu5zlU/s1600-h/2008+Memories+086+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SUPrxxlhTfI/AAAAAAAABnc/oGPUIlu5zlU/s320/2008+Memories+086+a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279322428565179890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SUPrxsI3axI/AAAAAAAABnU/jTPTv7nXfM0/s1600-h/2008+Memories+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SUPrxsI3axI/AAAAAAAABnU/jTPTv7nXfM0/s320/2008+Memories+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279322427102817042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never guess what your present is!!! *jeng jeng jeng* Provided my dad can do it, it has something to do with the post office (and no, it wasn't your card, but that's an added bonus, yes? yes?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK GUYZ QUICKIE POST BUT SHE'S HURRYING ME. I'll edit this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-8040457120908131014?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/8040457120908131014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=8040457120908131014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8040457120908131014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8040457120908131014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SUPry1K2nNI/AAAAAAAABn0/MU72lwpagSY/s72-c/2008+Memories+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1227632104230350160</id><published>2008-12-10T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:04:24.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questionnaire'/><title type='text'>I am Miley Cyrus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last person to tag you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What relationship do you have with him/her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a friend who tolerates my love for Disney related teens. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your 5 impressions towards him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Before there was Miley, I had impeccable taste in music. Therefore I like to think I was her music mentor.&lt;br /&gt;b) My fangirling buddy!&lt;br /&gt;c) My fanfic buddy! Someone I can share smut with, lol.&lt;br /&gt;d)&lt;br /&gt;e) GAWD, WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER YOUR PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most memorable thing that he/she had done for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me Kame and Nikoru. (Who have since died, but I loved all the same. D; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most memorable thing that he/she has said to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when talking about PG-rated fanfiction) "WHO THE HELL NEEDS THEIR PARENTS TO ACCOMPANY THEM TO READ FANFICTION!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, you will…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill myself. All the men in the world and I ended up a lesbian with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;? NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beat the shit out of her because I am a thousand times more awesome. Word. *gangster pose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your lover , he/she has to improve on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh....height?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy , the reason is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie. It's probably because I drove her to insanity after singing too many Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most desirable thing you want to do to him/her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serenade her. With Hannah Montana or Jonas Brothers songs. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The overall impression of he/her is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we met. I won't go all sappy on you because that's not how we are. We are mean people. We shall never declare our undying love for each other but deep down I know we both love each other. Awww, tough love. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you think the people around you feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too loud? If that's the case then they're jealous they don't have a voice as clear as mine. I'm freaking Mariah style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The character for yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What character? You mean like cartoon character? Ok, Hamburglar. HE'S AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the contrary , the thing you hate about yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sing. I need to work on my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like myself. But I guess if I had to choose it would be&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Demi Lovato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I love her. Or maybe I could be a Jonas Brother. Yeah! That'd be so awesome! I could be Nick I guess since we share similar names/nicknames. Then I'll go date Demi not Selena. BOO YAH. EITHER WAY I TOTALLY WIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick a loved one and say something about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMI LOVATO I LOVE YOU. YOU HAVE AN AWESOME VOICE. I LISTEN TO YOUR ALBUM EVERYDAY. I LOOK FOR YOUR PICTURES EVERYDAY. I LOOOOOOOOVE YOU!!! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is shot*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1227632104230350160?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1227632104230350160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1227632104230350160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1227632104230350160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1227632104230350160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-miley-cyrus.html' title='I am Miley Cyrus'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-5029459709053423823</id><published>2008-12-08T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:26:13.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASHION'/><title type='text'>AFFECTION ～もう戻れない～</title><content type='html'>Ignore the title, I just pressed shuffle on my iTunes and that came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me; I'm just blogging for the sake of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, yesterday I went to Salsa class and danced with the most charming dude but he obviously doesn't have anything on D. Oh, and I also had my first outing with my lovely gladiators! I received alot of compliments and admiring so I'm really happy about that, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...oh my dad left for Beijing today. He sent me an SMS that went along the lines of: "In Beijing now. Weather is cold and foggy. I am going to eat peking duck and dumplings now. Btw, pls send me EPL football results. TQ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly I am very loved.&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q310/fruitscommunity/dailyfruits/df20081205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q310/fruitscommunity/dailyfruits/df20081205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jacket&lt;/b&gt;: Ne-Net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Innerwear&lt;/b&gt;: American Apparel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dress&lt;/b&gt;: (From OTOE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Socks&lt;/b&gt;: Mint Designs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shoes&lt;/b&gt;: Rebetto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Store&lt;/b&gt;: Ne-Net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Brand&lt;/b&gt;: Ne-Net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beauty Salon&lt;/b&gt;: KOKORO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Area&lt;/b&gt;: Shibuya, Harajuku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Upcoming Plans&lt;/b&gt;: Special Things.&lt;br /&gt;Kari (Age 18) Vocational School Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year when I start college, I aspire to dress fashionably every day. YES, every day. I will do my own laundry. I will never have jeans and t-shirt days (unless I'm lazing about at home). With the exception for going to the pasar malam and going for Salsa classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest dream (ok, one of them) is to go to Japan and to have my photo taken by Shoichi Aoki for FRUiTS. I've planned it already; I'll pack all my ugliest clothes, throw them all on at one go and lurk around the Shibuya/Harajuku area throughout my stay. It's bound to work people. And when I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; get my photo taken, you'll know cause I won't be able to shut up about it. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an uneventful day. I actually stayed up till 6 o' clock in the morning typing, snuck downstairs to post and fell asleep at 7 only to wake up again at 12 for lunch. During that span of 5 hours, I managed to garner 64 reviews and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM TRULY AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(j/k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who is though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute can be look all innocent and charming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/ST1E5CoffTI/AAAAAAAABm8/vFBi4HoCc5M/s1600-h/joe8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/ST1E5CoffTI/AAAAAAAABm8/vFBi4HoCc5M/s320/joe8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277450085098028338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fucking hell, BAM! He turns out with pictures like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/ST1E5sOGz9I/AAAAAAAABnE/fGzpBENyhas/s1600-h/2008+Memories+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/ST1E5sOGz9I/AAAAAAAABnE/fGzpBENyhas/s320/2008+Memories+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277450096261648338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that chest. Look at that chest. Should I say it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THAT CHEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THOSE EYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARING INTO MY SOUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like he's thinking: "I'm&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HOT SHIT &lt;/span&gt;and you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know it&lt;/span&gt;. Now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAT IT&lt;/span&gt;, bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss that magazine every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I'm (j/k). I dreamt about that photo once though. It wasn't anything dirty, sadly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SWEET,CUTE,INNOCENT, DOE EYED JOE&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HOT, SEXY, TIGHT PHILIP LIM SHIRT, MARC JACOBS BELT WEARING JOE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell I'm creatively drained now. I can't even put myself up to type a scathing review of the crapfest that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Twatlight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there 2 things awesome about the movie. One of them shall be Jasper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/ST1E6A3pE5I/AAAAAAAABnM/7gPd1P4zoKk/s1600-h/jasper.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/ST1E6A3pE5I/AAAAAAAABnM/7gPd1P4zoKk/s320/jasper.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277450101804569490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Dr. Carlisle. BRB LOOKING FOR HOT PHOTOS OF HIM.jsakldjklajdskladj!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR I'M NOT FEELING WELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-5029459709053423823?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/5029459709053423823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=5029459709053423823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/5029459709053423823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/5029459709053423823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/12/affection.html' title='AFFECTION ～もう戻れない～'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q310/fruitscommunity/dailyfruits/th_df20081205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-8693150314220303199</id><published>2008-12-05T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:06:48.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>I'm actually writing here cause I'm procrastinating from updating something else and I'm scared to check my inbox cause of all the hate mail I know I'm getting for being so very late to update. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise no one knows what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I've currently got writer's block. URGH. Creativity will hit me sometime but it's only enough to fill like half a page. HOW TO BE FUNNY? HOW TO THINK OF JOKES??? I CAN'T FILL A CHAPTER. NONONONONO STOP SAYING YOU LOVE ME CAUSE IT GIVES ME PRESSURE TO UPDATE. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they tell me they love, it makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. And that JBFFA trophy looks very shiny to me right now...&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I might co-write with my favourite author. YAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got a new blog. Mostly fashion posts but I need to tweak it a little. Be prepared to change links, cause I'm starting to hate this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x Nic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I went to Bangsar with Sammie. I FOUND TEA &amp;amp; SYMPATHY!! AND I BOUGHT NEW GLADIATORS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will show em off later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-8693150314220303199?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/8693150314220303199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=8693150314220303199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8693150314220303199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8693150314220303199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/12/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-8060770275761035994</id><published>2008-12-02T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:24:17.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASHION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demi'/><title type='text'>Who Wore It Better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SPM IS OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like goddamn, finally. No more exams, no more tuition, no more homework to worry about. Three months full of pure bliss, I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much today to celebrate. Came home from school, showered, changed and headed off to One Utama with Sammie to watch...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to rant about the movie right now. I'll dedicate a whole post to it later. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad I have to rant about it. Just a heads up, I thought the books were bad and slowly paced. The movie is worse and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10000000x slower&lt;/span&gt;. Like. So. So. So. So. Slow............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now let me interrupt our daily program for a recent groundbreaking discovery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was doing some much needed catching up with my *~*~*celebrity gossip*~*~* on ONTD and stumbled upon a post about Lindsay Lohan's new MySpace pictures or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/STV7rQG11bI/AAAAAAAABm0/knmESoxJS0E/s1600-h/lindsayshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/STV7rQG11bI/AAAAAAAABm0/knmESoxJS0E/s320/lindsayshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275258521522656690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First thing that came to mind was, "Wow, that girl next to her I L.O.V.E. her top!" Then it struck me that it looked familiar. A liiiiittle bit too familiar. And I remembered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/STV6sMh-uJI/AAAAAAAABms/Vyty4q9MhOQ/s1600-h/lawl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/STV6sMh-uJI/AAAAAAAABms/Vyty4q9MhOQ/s320/lawl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275257438230984850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEMI LOVATO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are SO totes wearing the same top y/y?! :D Look at it: The neckline, the buttons, the sleeves. Its just that one girl has a bigger bust than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that dude on E!: WHO WORE IT BETTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. This post just shows I have no life. Or I have great observation skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-8060770275761035994?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/8060770275761035994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=8060770275761035994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8060770275761035994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8060770275761035994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-wore-it-better.html' title='Who Wore It Better?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/STV7rQG11bI/AAAAAAAABm0/knmESoxJS0E/s72-c/lindsayshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-2076699000681783205</id><published>2008-11-24T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:00:35.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG I&apos;M UPDATING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASHION'/><title type='text'>I Have To Have It</title><content type='html'>Long time no blog, mainly because of the fact my mother pulled out the computer extension cord and I was left computer-less for nearly 3 weeks. I said computer-less not Internet-less because yes, my beautiful Nokia 7373 fashion phone is capable of *gasp* Internet connection! There you go you Mac iPhone tools, the iPhone is not that great. My Nokia can do everything yours can and better- in pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fashion and gadgets, SPM is nearly over (2 more papers and I'm good to go!) and college is around the corner which means....I need a laptop! I have waxed lyrical to my father many times stating that I will only accept a hot pink Sony Vaio but now I found something even better it makes my eyes water, brings out the inner Chinese in me, is fashionable AND eye-catchingly gorgeous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VIVIENNE TAM FOR HP notebook!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, not only is it eye-bleedingly red (my favourite colour) it has floral designs on the cover which makes it all the more cute. The keys are in gold the enter key apparently has the Chinese "double happiness" sign on it (you know, the one they put up on weddings). It reminds me of Chinese New Year (my favourite season) in a good way and I love, love, love it! Plus, it comes with a matching carrying case AND accesories. HELL YES I'M GETTING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.designboom.com/tools/WPro/images/rid14/rid15/hp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.designboom.com/tools/WPro/images/rid14/rid15/hp3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks so good I mistook it for a clutch the first time. Which is what its called, a "digital clutch". Even that sounds good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stylefrizz.com/img/vivienne-tam-summer-2009-hp-digital-clutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 478px;" src="http://stylefrizz.com/img/vivienne-tam-summer-2009-hp-digital-clutch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stylefrizz.com/img/vivienne-tam-spring-summer-2009-hp-digital-clutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 238px;" src="http://stylefrizz.com/img/vivienne-tam-spring-summer-2009-hp-digital-clutch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye-bye Sony Vaio you may have been a cute colour but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fashion&lt;/span&gt; always wins in my eyes. By the way, Christian Siriano is designing a one of a kind scarf for the new Samsung Lotus handphone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm going to have to chuck my Nokia next year. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life updates after December. The laptop just made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-2076699000681783205?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/2076699000681783205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=2076699000681783205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2076699000681783205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2076699000681783205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-to-have-it.html' title='I Have To Have It'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1229615222350240402</id><published>2008-10-25T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:09:17.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kazuya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASHION'/><title type='text'>Just When I Thought I Got Over Him...</title><content type='html'>Kazuya bounces back with something I never thought would happen. No, KAT-TUN hasn't released a new single, no he hasn't taken off his shirt recently, no ero-ero dances but something even more droolworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kazuya struts the catwalk for Hermès.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG, I THINK I JUST CAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sumyanling/4-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 335px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sumyanling/4-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sumyanling/3-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sumyanling/3-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sumyanling/2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 334px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sumyanling/2-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even some cheapie local Japanese brand, but fucking Hermès.  You know, Birkin bag Hermès. Silk scarves Hermès.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to sources, his top is 159000円 and his scarf is 108000円.&lt;br /&gt;So with my handy-dandy currency converter, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM5952.10 &lt;/span&gt;for the top, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM4042.93&lt;/span&gt; for the scarf. (US$1664.92, US$1130.89)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, homeboy was in the lead so I'm guessing that he opened the show as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwfN7SGjOY4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwfN7SGjOY4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Modelling at HERMES 2008 men's autumn/winter collection fashion show&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Kame! How could I have ever abandoned you for Joe Jonas? Ohh the blasphemy! I've learned my lesson now, whenever I try to forget about you, you come back and BANG! Kill me with the next best thing just when I thought you couldn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU DID!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Great things come in small packages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1229615222350240402?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1229615222350240402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1229615222350240402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1229615222350240402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1229615222350240402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-when-i-thought-i-got-over-him.html' title='Just When I Thought I Got Over Him...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-2783660674172373347</id><published>2008-10-23T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:32:38.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>Doppelganger</title><content type='html'>They look so alike I nearly had a heart attack when I saw the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years his junior and yet alike in every way; His Korean twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SQDCbNEb51I/AAAAAAAABIE/JJIvpF9d-xc/s1600-h/taedes2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SQDCbNEb51I/AAAAAAAABIE/JJIvpF9d-xc/s320/taedes2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260418137389262674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SQDCZ9gXXtI/AAAAAAAABH8/OE0u3DrJfxA/s1600-h/taedes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SQDCZ9gXXtI/AAAAAAAABH8/OE0u3DrJfxA/s320/taedes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260418116031569618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss his hair. I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Love Sick - FT Island. &lt;s&gt;♥&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-2783660674172373347?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/2783660674172373347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=2783660674172373347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2783660674172373347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2783660674172373347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/10/doppelganger.html' title='Doppelganger'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SQDCbNEb51I/AAAAAAAABIE/JJIvpF9d-xc/s72-c/taedes2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1713107956729593220</id><published>2008-10-14T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:17:46.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Like I'm Not The Only One...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Today after all the memorising of Disney schedules, the hard work of putting together a look-book, Disney website stalking I have finally found the ultimate website complete with all the outfits on Wizards of Waverly Place all cleverly compiled into one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dresslikeselena.net"&gt;Dress Like Selena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm lame, go watch WOWP on Disney Channel (Mon-Fri at 9.30pm after Hannah Montana, weekends at 5.30pm) and watch out for her character's clothes. Then tell me honestly whether they do or don't inspire you. I don't know about you but I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All the layers, all the colours, all the clashing patterns, all the leggings and coloured long sleeves...woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am also confirmed going to hell. I found a picture with Nick Jonas and his ahem hair and I saved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFIRMED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1713107956729593220?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1713107956729593220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1713107956729593220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1713107956729593220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1713107956729593220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/10/looks-like-im-not-only-one.html' title='Looks Like I&apos;m Not The Only One...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-8275916274907062021</id><published>2008-10-05T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:59:40.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Twilight + New Moon + whatever else...</title><content type='html'>So yeah as the title says. I've been using the August Hari Raya holidays to catch up on my (much needed) reading and I just so happened finally managed to borrow New Moon from Zoee. Everyone knows what I thought about the hype around these books and I've said it once, I'll type it out this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never read such utter garbage in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? How could anyone go through the whole book? Because the whole time I was reading it the same questions kept repeating in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay, so he goes away...then what?" "Oh...so?" "Okay...what's the point?" "Who cares?" "Now what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these would seem like really legitimate questions if I asked them in anticipation, but I'm not. I'm asking them in a deadpan sort of way. What is really the point of this book? It's not like Harry Potter where at least we know where Harry is going and what he's after so now we're reading the filler bits with a little bit of mystery and mayhem thrown in between, but with the Twilight series it's like, Okay, so she loves this boy, he goes away. Okay so he's gone, she meets another guy.....DO I REALLY CARE??? WHAT IS SHE AFTER???!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know the real reason why I'm even reading this series in the first or why I feel so compelled to finish it. All I know is that Inessa says when you hate something you have to know what it's about or what you're insulting before you can insult it - and that is quite utterly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I'm subjecting myself to torture for no reason. It's not like its the greatest love story I've read - Hell, you're talking to the Queen of Mills and Boon romances. The worst part is I went on Amazon and some reviewer said that this book was perfect for teaching teens about abstinence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK, NO WONDER THERE WAS NO LUST. &lt;s&gt;and I don't mean bloodlust&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the sexual tension? Where's the teasing? Where's the sexual frustration? Yes, abstinence is good and all for we all don't want to end up like Jamie Lynn Spears but for Heaven's sake if I'm not allowed to have sex in real life at least let me live vicariously through fictional characters. If I can't have sex and get pregnant, then let Bella have sex and get pregnant!  When I think about vampires, I think about hot Gods all sexually repressed ready to bite and do the next beautiful pale thing he sees like those fanfics one used to read in abundance on Quizilla.com OKAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n38/n191782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n38/n191782.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; working in One Utama today. I guess that's why I feel so emo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another (more positive) note: I think Robert Pattinson (R.Patzz!) is perfect for the role of Edward. I've seen several spoilers and on-set photos (Twilight Tuesday on ONTD ;D) and mama mia, does he look extremely sexy. Just the type of guy one can imagine to be a devastatingly handsome vampire &lt;s&gt;WHO IS A WOMANIZER AND WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH LOTS OF GIRLS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-8275916274907062021?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/8275916274907062021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=8275916274907062021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8275916274907062021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8275916274907062021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight-new-moon-whatever-else.html' title='Twilight + New Moon + whatever else...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-4467311531132438130</id><published>2008-09-28T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:46:52.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASHION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Bowl-ed Over</title><content type='html'>In my last entry about two days ago, I blogged about bowler hats. Well guess what? Not even 24 hours after posting that I went out with my uncle to One Utama a mere 10 hours later to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;/span&gt; and I came home clutching my new round wool/felt prize - my bowler hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOYAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what anyone says, "I'm a fashion victim", "Charlie Chaplin copycat", "You'll never wear it" etc etc, what's most important is that I love it and paid good money for it when I spotted it in the shop (I won't name which one; my secret! hahaha) while trawling around with my uncle trend spotting. Yes, we trend spot and take photos of shop windows because my uncle is so cool like that. (Overhaul of tartan/Vivienne Westwood inspired clothes this season, looks like punk is back even though it's dead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN--hErBglI/AAAAAAAABHs/wWvPw9sKffY/s1600-h/Bowler+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN--hErBglI/AAAAAAAABHs/wWvPw9sKffY/s320/Bowler+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251125165936443986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN--ht8BoDI/AAAAAAAABH0/PCdSePyjrxk/s1600-h/Bowler+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN--ht8BoDI/AAAAAAAABH0/PCdSePyjrxk/s320/Bowler+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251125177013608498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like my T-shirt? Don't you love my T-shirt? Of course you do! It's this year's birthday present from Rachel featuring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Seuss' Horton Hears A Who&lt;/span&gt;. Wow, how did she know I love receiving clothes for my birthday AND am in love with Dr. Seuss? See it shows who your friends are and how well they know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN--g0lczLI/AAAAAAAABHc/c4fHVpY2q9g/s1600-h/Bowler+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN--g0lczLI/AAAAAAAABHc/c4fHVpY2q9g/s320/Bowler+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251125161618099378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even better was when I went to Amcorp Mall with my mother today to borrow books when I FINALLY spotted the August issue of Teen Vogue that I've been hunting around for. Imagine my utmost happiness when I flipped to the editorials and found the model wearing this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN--gx-cjYI/AAAAAAAABHU/5lS9gfKsZp8/s1600-h/Bowler+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN--gx-cjYI/AAAAAAAABHU/5lS9gfKsZp8/s320/Bowler+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251125160917634434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I logged onto the Internet for my usual ONTD gossip fix and found new pap pictures of Rachel Bilson in LAX sporting this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://g.photos.cx/rachel-bilson-lax-90.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I seem that I am posting all these pics to justify my new purchase, so shuddup! &gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-4467311531132438130?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/4467311531132438130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=4467311531132438130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4467311531132438130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4467311531132438130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/09/bowl-ed-over.html' title='Bowl-ed Over'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN--hErBglI/AAAAAAAABHs/wWvPw9sKffY/s72-c/Bowler+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-3223154923109085701</id><published>2008-09-26T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:00:18.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASHION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Bat + D</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've blogged about the newest additions to my family. And no I don't mean that my mother is pregnant, cause God forbid should that ever happen because I would be a horrible older sister and a very selfish and abusive one, god forbid god forbid touch wood, I like being an only child kaythanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm talking about my new pet. Or pets! You would never think of me as the type to have pets huh seeing how Kame and Nikoru (my 17th birthday gift from Krystle ♥) turned out. But, but these are the best! Why? Because I don't have to feed them, bathe them or give them loving attention because they don't need it! (No, they are not Sims either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are my pet bats! (Yay how fitting considering how The Dark Knight came out this year)&lt;br /&gt;So it all started back in 2006 when a lone fruit bat came to live in the rafters of my house. My dad and I named him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bat Masterson&lt;/span&gt; after some American Old West cowboy dude and TV series of the same name. After about 2 months and lots of photos taken, he eventually flew away and never came back :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all is good now! Because fast forward to the present &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bat Masterson&lt;/span&gt; has come back! (Pic taken September 16 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0FRZdQ5DI/AAAAAAAABFk/SGkbsd0nOU4/s1600-h/Bat+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0FRZdQ5DI/AAAAAAAABFk/SGkbsd0nOU4/s320/Bat+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250358537033409586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all. Bat came back, PLUS one. So we assumed that it was his lady friend. (17 September)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0FRW6OcOI/AAAAAAAABFc/vILTnrfiskE/s1600-h/Bat+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0FRW6OcOI/AAAAAAAABFc/vILTnrfiskE/s320/Bat+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250358536349577442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overjoyed with glee. Finally an animal I could love without having to care for it, plus it was exotic and something not many people would have. Little could we have known that Bat and his lady friend would come back one morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0FRTLRZ6I/AAAAAAAABFU/xS047p843jI/s1600-h/Vain+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0FRTLRZ6I/AAAAAAAABFU/xS047p843jI/s320/Vain+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250358535347333026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PLUS another one! I'd like to assume that the 3rd is Bat's son. (25 September) My father and I are currently thinking up names so dear friends if you have any suggestions we are open. ;D I'm thinking of naming the son Bruce, you know Bruce Wayne aka Batman and re-naming Bat to John ala John Wayne (that way they'll still be related and we'd still keep the Cowboy Wild Wild West theme going on, haha) But it's not confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exams ended on Thursday (25 Sep) and all I can say is Add Maths is a killer and I probably spent a good amount of time on that paper scratching my head and banging my pen on the table with frustration. It was (almost) as bad as Accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also almost as bad, ALMOST as bad when I heard that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;has quit Salsa class&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOCK! HORROR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I kind of died a little inside when his sister (who is also aptly named Nicole) told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, everyone has heard the story how I believe that he and I are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ade&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; F&lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ach &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ther (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MFEO&lt;/span&gt;) but no matter how many times I wax lyrical about it, the more I think about it the more I think it's true. And now because I never seized the day (carpe diem) and made a move, karma decided to be a bitch and take away all my opportunities. It's All or Nothing Nicole. You chose Nothing so now that's what you get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friends, and I know all of you who have heard my D rants are now rolling your eyes (don't think I don't know Sammie, Krystle and Rachel &amp;amp; co). I know I am pathetic but think about it. I fell for him when I first saw him through the glass window in the waiting room of Salsa class while his was going on. I was excited when I heard he was going to move on to mine. Imagine my shock and glee when I heard that he was the COUSIN of my CLASSMATE no less. He could've been a nobody, but nooo, he had to be closely related to my CLASSMATE. Tell me, how often does such a predicament ever occur? And what's more, his sister's name is NICOLE. What. A. Coincidence. Her parents could've named her Natalie or Naomi or Nicola or Nicol or Nichole but they chose to name her Nicole, LIKE MINE. Therefore I am pleased to say if we ever get married (cough) my parents in law WILL ACCEPT ME due to our amazingly obvious compatibility and similarities (same name with sister, cousin's classmate, love for Salsa dancing, same favourite movie, etc etc). I don't care what anyone else says and how cringey this sounds, but right now to my juvenile seventeen year old mind I believe in the stars and in karma after all that wishing during my lovesick, lovestruck, lovebugged 12 year-old self wishing for a certain someone that my prayers were answered in the form of D and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER DID ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were MFEO and he may not know that and I may regret this in the future, but if I didn't admit that this doesn't hurt then I'm lying. Cause it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. We may have been close physically, but we weren't emotionally and spiritually and there's nothing I can do to remedy that cause now he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone. Like that N'Sync song. GONE. Like that book. GONE, BABY, GONE. FUCKING GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to write more but to gain back whatever respect my friends had for me I have held back alot. But I think this is probably the most intimate rant I'll ever write on this somewhat dead blog. You know me, I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PHosAwjI/AAAAAAAABF8/aUv3kredrsk/s1600-h/Vain+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PHosAwjI/AAAAAAAABF8/aUv3kredrsk/s320/Vain+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369364439384626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He may have been gone though but I thought that I'd share this. The other day while having dinner my dad was hurrying me up cause he wanted to rush home and watch his TV show. When I asked what show it was he replied, "Changes of Destiny" but instead I heard "Changes of D****** L**". Imagine my horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today (26 Sep) when I went over to play Assassin's Creed with Sammie on her PS3 surprise, surprise, guess what the main character's name is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D Miles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing before I finally close this long-ish thing, apparently he shaved his head of beautiful hair. According to Elizabeth he has gone from Paul McCartney to Wentworth Miller. I guess that's ok considering he didn't go monk but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Yes, it's nice he became a little manlier but, AAAAARGH. I don't know what to say, so I won't say anything more. I've gotten this off my chest and I'll try never to bring him up again. Except now, Italiannies One Utama is my FAVOURITE RESTAURANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On ANOTHER completely different note, (yes, long post haha) I guess bowler hats are now the new IN thing? First boater hats (ala Girls Generation) then fedoras (KAT-TUN) now bowler hats seem to be the next big thing. I've seen it on my bb&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tae Min&lt;/span&gt; (from SHINee) and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Demi Lovato&lt;/span&gt; recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PH4iXzvI/AAAAAAAABGU/zyrUgr0kLB8/s1600-h/tae3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PH4iXzvI/AAAAAAAABGU/zyrUgr0kLB8/s320/tae3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369368693919474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PHy4JGaI/AAAAAAAABGE/4pW5wgzfFtE/s1600-h/demi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PHy4JGaI/AAAAAAAABGE/4pW5wgzfFtE/s320/demi4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369367174617506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PwXOXXfI/AAAAAAAABGs/Gj3pGBMk1VI/s1600-h/Cover+Version+B.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PwXOXXfI/AAAAAAAABGs/Gj3pGBMk1VI/s320/Cover+Version+B.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250370064126270962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PH-JbgpI/AAAAAAAABGM/bsuVAWmXIb8/s1600-h/demi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PH-JbgpI/AAAAAAAABGM/bsuVAWmXIb8/s320/demi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250369370199917202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PwYDv7QI/AAAAAAAABGk/kbHbjAziu3g/s1600-h/fsahion9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PwYDv7QI/AAAAAAAABGk/kbHbjAziu3g/s320/fsahion9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250370064350178562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie. I want a bowler hat now. :(&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm posting about Demi, I can't believe I'm saying this but I downloaded her new album "Don't Forget" and I'm kinda sad to admit that I *kind of* like it. I didn't at first, but now it's growing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable tracks include the first single &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get Back&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two Worlds Collide&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On The Line&lt;/span&gt; (with the JoBros) and my absolute favourite, the album title track &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Forget&lt;/span&gt;. I have it on repeat now and I am very sad to admit that it is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;perfect sad emo love song&lt;/span&gt; to heal broken hearts. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like my music taste has gone to shit now. But really. Take my advice and take a chance on Demi like I did. I initially thought her as an ugly, no-talent, Disney loser, lucky bitch who got to act with Joe Jonas but now I'm singing a different tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now since I'm praising the girl, hell I'll even go further and admit that she looks pretty in the pictures for her album. And I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt; this jacket that she's wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0TiOjPcYI/AAAAAAAABHM/i6OiYmg7tRQ/s1600-h/demi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0TiOjPcYI/AAAAAAAABHM/i6OiYmg7tRQ/s320/demi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250374219326255490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PwiMmBII/AAAAAAAABHE/yph5i0Yvpr8/s1600-h/demi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0PwiMmBII/AAAAAAAABHE/yph5i0Yvpr8/s320/demi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250370067071632514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I mentioned the JoBros (haaaaaa) yesterday Krystle offered to make me a banner for my fic. I wanted this damn Rolling Stone cover for so long already but couldn't find it online. Now that I've found it...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0FRhsSXsI/AAAAAAAABF0/AwQutVARxMI/s1600-h/jonasbrothersrollingstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0FRhsSXsI/AAAAAAAABF0/AwQutVARxMI/s320/jonasbrothersrollingstone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250358539243904706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOOK AT THAT. IF THAT ISN'T SEXY THEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT CRACK YOU'RE SMOKING OR IF YOU'RE JUST BLIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Or if you're just lovesick like me and think that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no matter what&lt;/span&gt;, a certain someone just looks better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-3223154923109085701?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/3223154923109085701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=3223154923109085701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3223154923109085701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3223154923109085701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/09/bat-d.html' title='Bat + D'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SN0FRZdQ5DI/AAAAAAAABFk/SGkbsd0nOU4/s72-c/Bat+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-963347475942462863</id><published>2008-09-20T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:04:59.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picspam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Study Break</title><content type='html'>Just taking a short study break here to post some random photos now that my Internet connection and Blogger are co-operating (for once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from the Merdeka Salsa Party (30 August) with Sammie and Han Liang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SNUmh6zrC8I/AAAAAAAABEE/q6mx6Iyo4U8/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SNUmh6zrC8I/AAAAAAAABEE/q6mx6Iyo4U8/s320/lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248143304933706690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my camera kinda hated Sammie, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SNUmipqT3UI/AAAAAAAABEU/o74A534GJ1g/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SNUmipqT3UI/AAAAAAAABEU/o74A534GJ1g/s320/Image065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248143317510905154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photo by Krystle taken during BM tuition with Michelle (August 8; omg, the shop! xD)&lt;br /&gt;idk, i posted this because i think i look good. ;D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SNUmiZPFzUI/AAAAAAAABEM/qNuUWDazxEI/s1600-h/Image067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SNUmiZPFzUI/AAAAAAAABEM/qNuUWDazxEI/s320/Image067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248143313101770050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dim sum place at the Curve with my uncle. Piggy paos!!! OMG SO FREAKING CUTE RIGHT?!?!??!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SNUmiqx0GyI/AAAAAAAABEc/lRoXazu0aD0/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SNUmiqx0GyI/AAAAAAAABEc/lRoXazu0aD0/s320/Image053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248143317810813730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...taken during Jubilee on the first day. Backstage with Krystle while Kanages puts on her *ahem* beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SNUmi_8crAI/AAAAAAAABEk/yAzaK2MkgFg/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SNUmi_8crAI/AAAAAAAABEk/yAzaK2MkgFg/s320/Image044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248143323492559874" 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/36186989-963347475942462863?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/963347475942462863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=963347475942462863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/963347475942462863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/963347475942462863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/09/study-break.html' title='Study Break'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SNUmh6zrC8I/AAAAAAAABEE/q6mx6Iyo4U8/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-7311410734643930926</id><published>2008-09-16T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:42:09.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG I&apos;M UPDATING'/><title type='text'>Tell Me Something I Don't Know</title><content type='html'>This blog is really on the verge of dying isn't it? I know I know, blame it on exams and poor internet connection (what's new?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that, I've had time to do my own thing on the net and I've got fans! So far 267 reviews (since 31 August) , a Spanish translation and I'm nominated in the JBFFA, WOAH. I'm most 5th most reviewed story and number 1 favourite story AND author. YEAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sounds dumb from your point of view but I'm actually quite proud of myself. I worked hard during the holidays on this particular project and am actually steaming through, something I've never really done before. It's usually one post here, one post there then the whole interest dies. But not this one, nope, I've got tons of ideas to play out plus the positive reviews are kind of good motivation. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise that I have lost most of you at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another Cinderella Story&lt;/span&gt;' download finished today and I've got to say it's a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERRIBLE MOVIE&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, I'm usually a sucker for B grade films and cheesy teen fare but this was seriously bad. Not even my supposed hatred but secret fascination for Selena Gomez could save this one. And the lead guy Drew Seeley who played Joey Parker is UGLY. The acting was ok, the dancing was good but the storyline was a tad bit fast and did not develop enough to be believable. Like, seriously? "I've been searching everywhere for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shit Sherlock, you only searched for the girl in the cafeteria while sitting on your fat ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's with me and watching bad B grade Disney movies these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, I love Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I forgot. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the movie's title track (see blog title :D), it personally reflects my mood towards circumstances in life right now. Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before I go, thought I'd show you this really weird review I got today. idk, it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wow, i really, really like this....youve gotta keep writing, haha now ive gotta go back and make comments on the others, i thot i was coming late in the writing, but looks like im right in the middle, thats kinda cool....ok so um ya, lol AKWARD! (haha i hope your character is like this underneath)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o, where do you live?????? cuz i just started school at the end of august... we wont have exams for quite a while, actually im out for a whole week, that sounds good but it really sucks, cuz then we have to make it up later, stupid hurricane ike, at least im really lucky and i have power, the majority of people dont, everybody comes to our house and eats like dinner and watches TV, last night there was a total of 11 kids in our house, and there are only 4 of us, so ya lots&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so ok, your story, i love it, i love how she loves pink electronics, i personally dont, but sometimes i do when there not mine, cuz then i dont always hav to look at them, i can just admire from a distance....o in the last one, is her nickname Kateh, pronounced kinda like ka-tay?, cuz my nickname is that, and it kinda freaked me out that she had the same one, if she does, i just couldnt figure out how to say it, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;srri for the super long boring comment/review type thing, its kinda like 2:43 am right now, so im really tired, i used to be hyper on the night sky, i was like jumping up and down, but idk wat happened to me, its most likely lack of sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know wat sounds really good right now? sugar cookies, like the homemade ones that we make at my house, from my nanas recipe, with that good icing on it, like the kind of icing we had for lisas cake! haha my friends birthday is the same day as nick j's! but shes a year younger, exactly so.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY B-DAY LISA AND NICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Say what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-7311410734643930926?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/7311410734643930926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=7311410734643930926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7311410734643930926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7311410734643930926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/09/tell-me-something-i-dont-know.html' title='Tell Me Something I Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-862620842471707898</id><published>2008-08-31T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T05:57:31.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>We Rock</title><content type='html'>Guess who has fans. ;D *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my first Salsa party yesterday! After lots of coaxing, begging and just sheer persistence from Sammie, I decided to join her and Han Liang for the night, thinking that D might be there. Party started at 10 and finally managed to stumble home at 1 a.m. in the morning to my father watching stupid football. Overall I guess I was glad I went, turned out better than I expected and I got to dance with many people I don't even know. It was fun doing intuitive dancing and you could see all the pros that night, showing off all their awesome moves. I'd like to apologize to all the men that asked me to dance, I'm sorry if I screwed up your routine and I hope you forgive me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D wasn't there by the way. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go, I gotta study and then write some more. It feels great to be writing again, I CAN FEEL THE EXHILARATION OF HAVING FANS. WHOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never tell people in real life my account, never! Go find it yourself on a site you think I hang out in. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-862620842471707898?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/862620842471707898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=862620842471707898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/862620842471707898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/862620842471707898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-rock.html' title='We Rock'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-6447802039140658095</id><published>2008-08-23T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:27:48.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><title type='text'>I Feel Like 14 Again</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm 14 again these holidays. Not because I did a lot of exercise (omg Thursday X_x, stupid Wii) but because I have been catching up on my Disney shows! :D Omg, who knew all the new Disney shows were so nice to watch?? I already love Hannah Montana, but now there's Witches of Waverly Place, then Camp Rock is coming, Cory in the House, The Suite Life of..., and that new monster show about a mom being a fairy and a dad as an ogre whatever it's called; WOW I FEEL SO YOUNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I was a cool 14 year old. I never watched Disney and my favourite movies were Party Monster and Transamerica. My favourite band was My Chemical Romance (omg) and Fall Out-freaking-Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, thanks to E! and the new Astro mag plus the lovely internet, I everyday I log onto the internet take one look at his face and feel like ripping my heart out and giving it to him. He's like the highlight of my day, the sunshine above my head, the spring in my step. I dream about him, listen to him, think about him, omg it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOE JONAS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smacks self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I bet you all thought I was talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;, huh? Don't worry, he's still in my heart and I'll be seeing him tomorrow. Hopefully. SO EXCITED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-6447802039140658095?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/6447802039140658095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=6447802039140658095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6447802039140658095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6447802039140658095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-like-14-again.html' title='I Feel Like 14 Again'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-5011476504983781766</id><published>2008-08-19T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:24:57.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas toilet'/><title type='text'>Flushed Down the Jonas Toilet</title><content type='html'>If I fail my trials I can only blame myself and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;not Dong Bang Shin Ki&lt;br /&gt;not Japanese dramas&lt;br /&gt;not even Kazuya or KAT-TUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all now point our fingers to the JONAS BROTHERS! *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit them lah, because of those crappy Akame fanfic writers I was forced to find solace in some other romantic pairing and then I caught a glimpse of the new Astro mag with them on the cover and a lightbulb just went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DING DING DING HELLO JOE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me my dear friends, as we go fulfill our &lt;a href="http://jonasbrothersfanfictionarchive.com/viewstory.php?sid=205"&gt;Guilty Pleasures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 CHAPTERS, WOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-5011476504983781766?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/5011476504983781766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=5011476504983781766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/5011476504983781766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/5011476504983781766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/08/flushed-down-jonas-toilet.html' title='Flushed Down the Jonas Toilet'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-3813927000163964722</id><published>2008-08-16T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:09:18.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV Asia Awards 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST DAY OF MY LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life milestones'/><title type='text'>Replay, I Need A Replay</title><content type='html'>I have nearly exactly 9 days to revise for each subject I'm taking for SPM. Minus the hours I take to sleep, eat, go to the toilet, tuition etc etc there's probably less than that left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't updated in aaaaages mainly because my Internet connection hates me and my computer was attacked by some shitty adware virus. But all is good now, minus the shitty connection. In fact it took me 3 days before I could even finish this damn post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many, many things have happened since I last updated I guess. I have a backlog of entries and experiences to put up but I guess I'll start with the most exciting : MTV ASIA AWARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I went bitches. VIP seats too (but didn't get the darn goodie bags D:&lt;) Still, many thanks to Vivian, Inessa, Rachel and Krystle for helping us win the tickets and Sammie and Sammie's Dad and Sammie's Dad's Friend for giving us another 2. You are all my little rock stars and that's why you guys are my friends. :D :D :D :D  Took a bus from OneU to Genting seeing as nobody was willing to take us up (my dad wasn't around). Started at 1.30 arrived around...2.45? The trip was surprisingly smooth, so no complaints from me. I guess we have Rachel to thank for praying so hard.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcIT6RnKZI/AAAAAAAABCk/TP1ySF5najs/s1600-h/DSC04476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcIT6RnKZI/AAAAAAAABCk/TP1ySF5najs/s320/DSC04476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235162229995153810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at her, saying her little prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcITzs89yI/AAAAAAAABCs/ydAKDKFNlZw/s1600-h/MAA+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcITzs89yI/AAAAAAAABCs/ydAKDKFNlZw/s320/MAA+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235162228230780706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcIUMFdHjI/AAAAAAAABC0/6Uxb-11-5Ig/s1600-h/MAA+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcIUMFdHjI/AAAAAAAABC0/6Uxb-11-5Ig/s320/MAA+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235162234776002098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived and got on the cable car. By the way, what happened to all the animals on the hill? Where did they all go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcIUNynAsI/AAAAAAAABC8/t08Qf-RJS6c/s1600-h/MAA+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcIUNynAsI/AAAAAAAABC8/t08Qf-RJS6c/s320/MAA+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235162235233829570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrived and rushed to collect the tickets we won. I tell you, it was such a headache searching for that stupid Genting Showroom Box Office. SignageS were so crappy and the security guards weren't any help and not to mention the fact they blocked some of the escalators (probably because of the stars). Found the place, collected our tickets and found out to our utmost happiest surprise that our hotel was just opposite the Arena of Stars. Such convenience! :D My lucky stars were definitely shining that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcIUQAYqzI/AAAAAAAABDE/a6ya--KGNfQ/s1600-h/MAA+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcIUQAYqzI/AAAAAAAABDE/a6ya--KGNfQ/s320/MAA+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235162235828480818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had nothing to do, so we decided to wait around. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I realised I saw someone I thought was familiar. Very, very, very familiar. The one man I have been longing to meet for God knows how long. It's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcGqOyleEI/AAAAAAAABB8/_0_BEF_4fbQ/s1600-h/MAA+010+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcGqOyleEI/AAAAAAAABB8/_0_BEF_4fbQ/s320/MAA+010+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235160414436030530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OMG KENNY SIA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you man, my heart couldn't stop racing and blood was pounding in my ears. I guess I must've acted like a fool in front of him cause I started shouting, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenny! It's Kenny! Omg it's KENNY SIAAAAAAA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;" to Krystle who was embarrassed to be around me. The horde of people who were waiting outside the Arena as well thought I saw some huge star and some of them actually looked disappointed when I ran up to Kenny on the other side of the gate. Everyone was staring but I didn't care. One of my life's goals,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; FULFILLED&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I must've acted like an idiot cause I remember going "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi KENNY! HI, OMG I'M SUCH A HUGE FAN! I GOT YOUR AUTOGRAPH, MY FRIEND HERE HAS ACTUALLY MET YOU BEFORE AND I CARRY IT EVERYWHERE I GO!&lt;/span&gt;" And Kenny was actually kind enough not to dismiss me as a raving lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel who went to the toilets to change with Vivian was quite sad, because it is also one of her dreams to meet Kenny. Better luck next time! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since Vivian and Rachel got different tickets (the free seating ones) Krystle and I went off to meet Vivian's dad who was going to help us check in. We left them outside the Arena after lots of planning (meet at Coffee Terrace stat after show) and ran to our room to dump our bags and get ready. Slight problem with the room key but that was quickly solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcGqNbeRgI/AAAAAAAABCE/Revza1RSuYo/s1600-h/MAA+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcGqNbeRgI/AAAAAAAABCE/Revza1RSuYo/s320/MAA+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235160414070654466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got ready, hid our cameras in our pants, handphones and tickets; check! Made our way to the Arena and waited outside for the gates to open. Apparently the free seaters and mosh pit people were allowed to enter but we VIP's had to wait. Eventually we got in and breezed through security (stupid bag checks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the doors to open some local band and some lady were performing and giving away free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcFwQ6f30I/AAAAAAAABBU/Glxy088WvD8/s1600-h/MAA+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcFwQ6f30I/AAAAAAAABBU/Glxy088WvD8/s320/MAA+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235159418573676354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcGqea9fNI/AAAAAAAABCM/_yVjHNcrfvY/s1600-h/MAA+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcGqea9fNI/AAAAAAAABCM/_yVjHNcrfvY/s320/MAA+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235160418631908562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who do I meet but...well actually I don't know who this guy is. I just took a picture with him because Krystle claims he is famous and on 8TV.&lt;br /&gt;Well, ok. I don't care who you are, if you're supposedly famous I'm snapping a photo with you. Plus, he was really nice about it even though we interrupted his smoking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcGqayevDI/AAAAAAAABCU/l1iThxiMJE8/s1600-h/MAA+021+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcGqayevDI/AAAAAAAABCU/l1iThxiMJE8/s320/MAA+021+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235160417656814642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit;; his name is VJ Adam and he is a presenter for 8TV. Oh, ok. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcFws7u0HI/AAAAAAAABBc/AYrMXEdJ-Ag/s1600-h/MAA+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcFws7u0HI/AAAAAAAABBc/AYrMXEdJ-Ag/s320/MAA+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235159426095042674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So home security guard that looked like Jonathan Rhys-Meyers. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcFw4tgoqI/AAAAAAAABBk/lFvhETqtOG4/s1600-h/MAA+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcFw4tgoqI/AAAAAAAABBk/lFvhETqtOG4/s320/MAA+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235159429256618658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At  exactly 7 sharp we were allowed to enter the arena. Since we were VIP's, we got to enter through the red carpet. :P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcPzjCrG8I/AAAAAAAABDM/fGWtGxQ5p-Q/s1600-h/MAA+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcPzjCrG8I/AAAAAAAABDM/fGWtGxQ5p-Q/s320/MAA+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235170470095690690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really take many pictures of the show. And I'm pretty sure you guys know who performed. Pussycat Dolls (blah), OneRepublic (bigger blah), The Click Five (*yawn*), Stefanie Sun and some Electrico (whatever), Leona Lewis (okay), The Script (who?)  and a bunch of other unimportant stars. People, people, don't you know who I'm waiting for??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not you, Leona Lewis. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcFxLNMDmI/AAAAAAAABB0/jiCMPwuVB48/s1600-h/MAA+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcFxLNMDmI/AAAAAAAABB0/jiCMPwuVB48/s320/MAA+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235159434221325922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER JUNIOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcFxB-Ze_I/AAAAAAAABBs/Prxp-zLSjY0/s1600-h/MAA+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcFxB-Ze_I/AAAAAAAABBs/Prxp-zLSjY0/s320/MAA+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235159431743372274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOH I TELL YOU. MY  11 BOYS REALLY AND TRULY ROCKED THE STAGE AND THE CROWD SO HARD. Their ballad at the start was so touching and suddenly the opening riffs of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Don&lt;/span&gt; started and out came all 11 (2 weren't present. NVM! The most important is Hee Chul). But that wasn't the best part, suddenly after the opening riffs they burst out into a whole different song entirely. It was hotter, louder, sexier, more crowd pleasing and their moves were so smooth, so hot, so impressive they practically put the Pussycat Dolls to shame. They well and truly rocked the house with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 갈증 &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Thirst (A Man in Love)&lt;/span&gt;. I was so overwhelmed at one point I admit I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. Just watching my beautiful Hee Chul dance onstage even though he left a little early. I finally get to see nearly all my beautiful boys in real life and confirm that such perfection well and truly exists in this world. Super Junior, you did not fail to deliver!! You were so good even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jared Leto&lt;/span&gt; couldn't help but call you "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Greatest band in the World&lt;/span&gt;". TRUE FACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Super Junior everything else was pretty much a blur. The second performance I was looking forward to was Panic! At the Disco. Oops, I mean, Panic at the Disco. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcPz66RmZI/AAAAAAAABDU/c7OWVlf_JBw/s1600-h/MAA+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcPz66RmZI/AAAAAAAABDU/c7OWVlf_JBw/s320/MAA+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235170476502915474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some local band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the local band performed, a group of people in marching uniforms appeared next to me. PANIC'S COMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcP0Iyj8JI/AAAAAAAABDc/nYq6r2y7EQM/s1600-h/MAA+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcP0Iyj8JI/AAAAAAAABDc/nYq6r2y7EQM/s320/MAA+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235170480228659346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yup, my suspicions were confirmed. Panic! was the closing act for the night and I just sat there stunned. 2 years ago I was such a huge fan of Panic!. Purposely went to Singapore to buy their album (at an absurd price!) when Malaysia didn't have it, joined various LJ communities, stalked their ex-girlfriends (lol Jac Vanek and Audrey Kitching/various scenequeens), and then moved on to viawentztop and even through the phase where everyone worshipped &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rosevest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;THE ROSEVEST&lt;/span&gt;. And if you don't get that, you're not a real or old enough Panic! fan. There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They performed "I Write Sins Not Tragedies" and "Nine in the Afternoon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcD47pljqI/AAAAAAAABAk/L5P7WocMx9I/s1600-h/MAA+042+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcD47pljqI/AAAAAAAABAk/L5P7WocMx9I/s320/MAA+042+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235157368461168290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcD48SyGpI/AAAAAAAABAs/qYfvMZlBq0Q/s1600-h/MAA+043+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcD48SyGpI/AAAAAAAABAs/qYfvMZlBq0Q/s320/MAA+043+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235157368633957010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And voila! The show ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all folks! Of course, a true fan would not just watch the show and then leave Genting/go straight to bed. Ohohoho, the night has just started. Straight after MTV Asia Awards ended, Krystle and I ran out of the Arena of Stars and fought our way to the Coffee Terrace in Genting Hotel where we knew the stars were going to have their after party. As a camera and autograph greedy whore, I HAD to be there when the stars arrived. HAD TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thus started our nearly all night long wait for that few seconds of being close to fame. My initial plan was to meet Super Junior but other things happened and along the way my life sort of changed. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a funny thing happened. While waiting outside (it was hot in the hotel and no star arrived yet) I noticed a group of guys just happily smoking on the steps of the hotel (no joke) and squatting on the ground (yup, serious). Rachel was telling me how hot one of the guys looked and then I realised something. One of the fellas in the pink and brown striped shirt was kind of familiar. And not to mention, haha, hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly smacked into my brain that it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHICOSCI&lt;/span&gt;! Don't even know why I remembered their name but I surprisingly did! Must be fated or something. Anyway, Chicosci were the winners of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite Artist Award - Philippines&lt;/span&gt;. And then it hit me why I remembered who they were. During the show when all the nominees were being announced, Favourite Artist Award for Philippines garnered the least response from the crowd. Every other nominee had such loud hoots but when Chicosci were announced, not many people applauded, it was just a polite volume. I remember feeling sorry for them and probably remembered Chicosci from that moment of sympathy. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, since Krystle, Rachel and I agreed that some of the members were hot I immediately approached the hottest one in the striking pink and brown sweater I love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are with Chicosci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcX8n3kEwI/AAAAAAAABD0/kX6-RPrh7kQ/s1600-h/MAA+044+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcX8n3kEwI/AAAAAAAABD0/kX6-RPrh7kQ/s320/MAA+044+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235179422103114498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From left&lt;/span&gt;:    Krystle, Ariel, Joel, Mong, Miggy, me (Nicole), Rachel and Calde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo pic of me and Mong (my favourite) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcD5ARZISI/AAAAAAAABA8/K5Fwc6nsQcw/s1600-h/MAA+045+copy+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcD5ARZISI/AAAAAAAABA8/K5Fwc6nsQcw/s320/MAA+045+copy+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235157369701867810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Calde, Krystle and Ariel (her favourite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcD5Q2sA8I/AAAAAAAABBI/UzyZ6R3kWy8/s1600-h/MAA+047+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcD5Q2sA8I/AAAAAAAABBI/UzyZ6R3kWy8/s320/MAA+047+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235157374153262018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcCHwz_05I/AAAAAAAAA_8/s6KTp4upK2I/s1600-h/MAA+048+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcCHwz_05I/AAAAAAAAA_8/s6KTp4upK2I/s320/MAA+048+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155424226825106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Miggy (her favourite)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcYu_3xZAI/AAAAAAAABD8/29TC7Xa4p_0/s1600-h/MAA+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcYu_3xZAI/AAAAAAAABD8/29TC7Xa4p_0/s320/MAA+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235180287539897346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcCINxlStI/AAAAAAAABAE/5Z08N9mLo6U/s1600-h/MAA+050+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcCINxlStI/AAAAAAAABAE/5Z08N9mLo6U/s320/MAA+050+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155432001325778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such freaking nice guys. We got their autographs and even chatted to them. I admitted I didn't know who they were but Mong was really sweet and offered to write their Myspace address for me. I promised that I would definitely check them out and guys, seriously, I have not regretted it. If you like From First to Last these guys are definitely worth checking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, Chicosci are such fashionistas. Mong was wearing a pair of Raybans and Ariel complimented me on my shoes. He knew they were Vans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after chatting, we left them alone (to smoke some more) and just loitered around the entrance. Suddenly this huge car pulls out and who comes out it's....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAREN MOK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously who cares right. And right after Karen another car pulls up and I was still disgruntled that I didn't realise who it was until Krystle shouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"JARED LETO!!! JARED LETO!! JARRREEEEDDD LEEEETTTOOO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was grabbing my arm and screaming Jared Leto, there were no bodyguards nothing, nobody around us, we were exactly at arms length from the fella, I was so shocked that I suddenly dropped my bloody camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what Jared said to me?!?! MOI??? MEE/?!?!? NICOLE YEONG?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, your camera dropped.&lt;/span&gt;" *points to camera on floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I always thought I'd have a clear head when I meet stars but now I know the definition of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; STARSTRUCK&lt;/span&gt;. And those blue eyes? Chyeah, they're real. *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So immediately I picked up my camera and ran after Jared. HELLO, DUH. But by then I was too slow cause from nobody there was all of a sudden a huge swarming crowd of other eager fans screaming and running after Jared along with me. Then the damn bodyguards appeared blocking my way and my arm so I had to chance to wave at Jared. At that point I was so close to crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, Jared's fucking lackey or manager in some really ugly argyle sweater suddenly appears right by his side to stop the commotion. But sweet Jared, sweet sweet Jared assured him it was ok and the damn manager started picking random people to take photos with Jared. WHAT THE FUUUUUCK. WE SAW HIM FIRST. WHY CAN'T I SNAP A PHOTO?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started looking really pitiful and was crying out "JARED! JARED! PLEASE!! ONE PHOTO! JARED!" like a bloody beggar lah I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make things worse, this boy in a green shirt started doing the same and guess what?!? HE GOT CHOSEN TO GET A DAMN PHOTO WITH JARED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started pleading more, this time louder and in his line of sight when suddenly Jared turns towards me, looks into my eyes, raises a free arm and says 2 very beautiful words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JARED LETO SAID HOLD ON TO ME. WOW, I'M ACKNOWLEDGED. HE LOOKED AT ME WITH THOSE BEWITCHINGLY BEAUTIFUL &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt; EYES THAT I'VE YEARNED TO LOOK INTO SINCE REQUEIM FOR A DREAM. HE STARED AT ME FOR 3 SECS AND HELD UP HIS ARM TO ME. WOW, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make things worse, Jared was about to walk towards us when suddenly the fucking manager again interrupts and tells Jared that they really had to go. So, there goes my damn chance again and I watched in despair as he walks away from me. So much for hold on. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcVf4hjmRI/AAAAAAAABDs/bfGcLx6wECE/s1600-h/jaredleto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcVf4hjmRI/AAAAAAAABDs/bfGcLx6wECE/s320/jaredleto.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235176729334749458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not to worry. Something good came out of Jared later in the night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, more celebs started appearing. OneRepublic (totally didn't recognise them), Nicholas Teo (he waved to me, twice!), VJ Denise, VJ Utt, The Click Five, and the Script!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally ignored everyone but the Script. Didn't know who they were but one minute they were exiting the elevator and the next thing they were right in front of me! Rachel being a smartass started shouting, "The Script ~I love you!" right when the lead singer passed. Too much la that woman, don't know who they are some more I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a good thing anyway, cause Danny the lead singer smiled at us and said "Hello, hi, hi!" and shook my hand. WOW, don't know the fella but I'm still happy. And how do I know that he was smiling at us? Because it was nearly 2 AM and there were not many people loitering around anymore but me, Rachel and Krystle and some other people who were waiting for Super Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcCIZZALVI/AAAAAAAABAc/ahMTKGd7S6o/s1600-h/MAA+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcCIZZALVI/AAAAAAAABAc/ahMTKGd7S6o/s320/MAA+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155435119455570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get pics of the passing celebs because they were walking way too fast. But I got a lot of Hellos! And one hello totally stood out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 3 AM and I was just about ready to give up when suddenly I recognized a black cap with a feather peeking out from behind a security guard coming near. Without realizing, I grabbed Krystle and we shouted "It's Ryan! Ryan Ross!" With a magical turn of his head, Ryan Ross suddenly turns around from walking and waves to me! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME! RYAN ROSS WAVED TO ME!!&lt;/span&gt; Only me because there weren't anyone else around but me and bodyguards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked too fast to take a picture and I was starstruck. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second chance. Ryan Ross comes out from the Coffee Terrace, Krystle and I shout "Ryan! Ryan Ross!" once more, more desperately but he still walks on but this time opens his melodious mouth and says, "Hello~!" to us while waving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote Renee Zellweger in Jerry Maguire, "You had me at Hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well and truly, Ryan Ross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last but least, Jared Leto passes by again! This time, I was not letting go, I immediately stuck out my hand from between the guards and he signs the piece of paper (ok scribble), gives me more quick eye contact and walks away from the small group of us in a circle of tight security. The fucking manager is still around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the JARED LETO 2 AUGUST 2008 part is my doing. The tiny scribble is Jared's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcCIHSdUKI/AAAAAAAABAM/Z47RLSiVbzE/s1600-h/MAA+059+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcCIHSdUKI/AAAAAAAABAM/Z47RLSiVbzE/s320/MAA+059+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155430260166818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicosci + myspace add in Mong's handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcCIML09QI/AAAAAAAABAU/BfH0vNZd1Pk/s1600-h/MAA+061+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcCIML09QI/AAAAAAAABAU/BfH0vNZd1Pk/s320/MAA+061+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235155431574533378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We eventually went back to our hotel room at 3.30am and fell asleep at 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrities I met upclose (in order of appearance):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Adam (the 8TV guy)&lt;br /&gt;02. Chicosci&lt;br /&gt;03. Karen Mok&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JARED LETO ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Utt&lt;br /&gt;06. One Republic&lt;br /&gt;07. The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;08. Denise&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RYAN ROSS ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Nicholas Teo (he waved at me! Twice!)&lt;br /&gt;11. Panic at the Disco (the other members)&lt;br /&gt;12. Serena C&lt;br /&gt;13. TOR+ Saksit! (Thai singer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Woah, what a monster of a post. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-3813927000163964722?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/3813927000163964722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=3813927000163964722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3813927000163964722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3813927000163964722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/08/replay-i-need-replay.html' title='Replay, I Need A Replay'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SKcIT6RnKZI/AAAAAAAABCk/TP1ySF5najs/s72-c/DSC04476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-2730355770689433035</id><published>2008-07-27T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:22:57.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OMG I&apos;M UPDATING'/><title type='text'>OH MY GOD, I'M UPDATING</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD, MY INTERNET CONNECTION ACTUALLY LOADED THIS PAGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have updated in like forever only because of my SHITTY connection these days. Seriously, it takes nearly 15 minutes to load a damn page. And my computer has been infected with virus. AND, my Streamyx is hating me. I don't how I live. THE INTERNET GODS HATE ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about other Gods, the SALSA GODS HATE ME!!!!!! Stupid bitch with long hair, Sammie came over just now so I could help her with her long-delayed EST project (which I screwed up, oops sorry), stayed up till 12 talking about crap and have decided to name that Desmond stealing bitch Old Jeans. Because she wears old jeans that ride low on her hips and polo shirts that are too small and ride high up to her stomach thus exposing LOTS of flesh to D. THAT POTENTIAL BOYFRIEND STEALING MOTHERF*CKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, it's not my fault he's so cute and funny. :) D, Don't go breaking my heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of things are happening. The MTV contest, the AFS results, Golden Jubilee concert, Inessa's pot luck, D-days, clothes shopping, watching Dark Knight. But I haven't blogged about them because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY INTERNET SUCKS. And now I'm lazy. So until my internet has decided to be good and behave (like today), I'm signing off. I have yet to rant about irritating people in my life. School, dance class, people I've met but never kept in touch for obvious reasons (KRYSTLE'S STALKER, gawd even her comments make me cringe), tuition, in McDonald's....URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till next time, (and hopefully soon...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-2730355770689433035?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/2730355770689433035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=2730355770689433035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2730355770689433035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2730355770689433035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my-god-im-updating.html' title='OH MY GOD, I&apos;M UPDATING'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-199035723164596711</id><published>2008-07-05T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T09:34:36.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><title type='text'>Trapped Between A Rock and A Hard Place</title><content type='html'>I seriously am the BM peribahasa "seperti katak di bawah tempurung" personified. Just discovered Timbaland's "The Way I Are" song today after repeatedly listening to it in the Curve and was shocked to find out it was released last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I'm seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't beat LOVEJUICE though. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-199035723164596711?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/199035723164596711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=199035723164596711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/199035723164596711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/199035723164596711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/07/trapped-between-rock-and-hard-place.html' title='Trapped Between A Rock and A Hard Place'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-8532777137329652869</id><published>2008-07-05T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T07:37:04.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><title type='text'>Killing Me Softly</title><content type='html'>My computer may be back but my Streamyx connection sure damn as hell aint. I don't what I'm using right now but turns itself on everytime I start the computer and calls itself Local Are Connection - whatever that is. What pisses me off too is that it is EXTREMELY SLOW. Killing me, KILLING ME SOFTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates of my life. New haircut; this time I went to my mother's usual stylist in One Utama, Nick. I'm definitely using him as well now instead of the usual place in Amcorp. For one thing, he speaks ENGLISH, and he UNDERSTANDS what I want my hair to look like. *gasp!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stress from Sabina, I have officially quit the Golden Jubilee. Ganbatte to everyone else. I shall be in the audience watching from my RM30 seat. :( Rachel, Vivian and I are going shopping tomorrow for dresses to wear as well as to sing our hearts out in karaoke. This session is definitely to make up for the nightmare that was the afternoon after Ceriathon. I would not like to elaborate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Wanted&lt;/strong&gt; with Sammie and her friend Shaun today. I found out that some boys are useless. Anyway, Sammie drove us (with her parents too, duh) and oh so conveniently forgot to turn off her headlights. Stuck in Cineleisure waiting for the mechanic to come over and jumpstart her car. Ohoho. See, this is what happens when we pray to the Shoe Gods. We have to compensate somewhere. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the point though, point is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JAMES MCAVOY IS FREAKING HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'd even wager to say he's hotter than BEN BARNES. Yes, *THAT* hot!! Go watch WANTED! What are you waiting for? It's awesome, I went just for James McAvoy alone and ended up squealing, holding my breath and bopping along to the hot ass soundtrack playing in the background. Oh, and not to mention James and Angelina fans get their money's worth. Angelina gets a naked scene (well her naked back anyway) and James is all hubba hubba hot, all wet and ripped and half naked in jeans and in a beat up black leather freaking jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Look at me! I can't even type out a proper sentence because right now I'm all giddy just thinking about James' hotness half-naked wielding a damn gun with that hot ass music playing in the damn background. By the way, if anyone knows the title of the song playing in the closing credits, please let me know. :) thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also fun I guess. Hung out at Vivian's for awhile but not long enough. Then Krystle came over for a while too. And after tuition I went over to Ines' for her potluck party and kicked ass in Taboo. Well, I'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall as you can see, this post is not at all coherent or making any sense. But I think it's obvious I'm having a fun-filled exciting weekend. Or so I'd like to think. I hope I'll start posting more regularly and coherently and not so sporadically. Hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-8532777137329652869?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/8532777137329652869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=8532777137329652869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8532777137329652869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8532777137329652869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/07/killing-me-softly.html' title='Killing Me Softly'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1176717400388620040</id><published>2008-06-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:07:44.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><title type='text'>Stripper</title><content type='html'>Honestly, bottom of the food chain those people. If I could zap everyone that irritates me, there would be a lot less stress in my life. Like last night when I got irritated at Woody Allen in SCOOP because I never knew he is SUCH A RIDICULOUS, IRRITATING, BUMBLING FOOL. Nothing against his work, but I hope in future movies, Woody shall stay BEHIND the camera, not in IN FRONT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much awaited day was Monday. My optimistic side thinks it went okay; I could've babbled less. My pessimistic side thinks there is no more hope when I remember how I practically sat in front of the interviewer in stunned silence when he asked me who the Menteri Besar of Selangor is. Or the Sultan. Or the King. Or the Minister of Education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who. The. Fuck. Cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they did their job well I would've have known who they are. Unfortunately, they don't, thus they aren't famous enough. I know the Head Police Chief's name because he is famous enough. Thus, he does his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT ME TO KNOW YOUR NAME? PUT IT ON BIG BILLBOARDS/TABLOIDS AND NOT MAKE IT SO FREAKING LONG. Why the hell can remember you when your name is &lt;em&gt;Whatever Piece of Crap bin/binti More Rubbish? &lt;/em&gt;You want to know why people remember Britney's or Lindsay's name or hell, Gael Garcia Bernal's name better than yours? Because it's short. And simple. Britney. Spears. Lindsay. Lohan. Gael. Garcia. Bernal. Jake. Gyllenhaal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose we should have a paparazzi for Menteri Besar's and other Ministers. You want me to know your name? Do something scandalous and splash it all over the tabloids. I'll read it for sure. I'll remember your name for sure. For sure, for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I would say I was quite satisfied with my day. Other than a few minor setbacks and disappointments (and shock), I did the best that I could and if I'm not good enough, I shudder to think who they chose over me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I made lots of new friends, met some old ones and had fun. Oh, and met some faces behind the blogs I've been reading for the past few months. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father is finally back which means my computer is finally getting fixed. *hurrah* And with my father came four boxes of kimchi and chilli powder with a due date of late July. Therefore, I'm having kimchi everyday. Kimchi soup and fried rice on Tuesday. Today I had kimchi beef and kimchi fried rice. Kimchi kimchi kimchi kimchi; I'm still craving it. I can practically eat it raw by itself with nothing else as a damn snack. In fact, I think I'll do that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay for Sammie! She found the stripper song I was hoping to look for when my computer gets back. It was played in Gossip Girl the episode where Blair performs a striptease for Chuck in Victrola (OTP OMG). &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY STRIPPER. LA LA LA LA LA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1176717400388620040?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1176717400388620040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1176717400388620040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1176717400388620040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1176717400388620040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/06/stripper.html' title='Stripper'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1275945778529721872</id><published>2008-06-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T05:46:25.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D'/><title type='text'>D is for Don't Go Breaking My Heart</title><content type='html'>Ooh, ooh nobody knows itt~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the first picture so freaking adorable? I wish there was friends lock on Blogspot though. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;EDIT;; 30 JUNE 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOOK DOWN THE PHOTOS, TOO RISKY. COME SEE ME PERSONALLY IF YOU WANT TO SEE. (THOUGH I DOUBT ANYONE WOULD. HA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIIIIIIIIIINE ALL MIIIIIIIIIINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1275945778529721872?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1275945778529721872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1275945778529721872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1275945778529721872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1275945778529721872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/06/d-is-for-dont-go-breaking-my-heart.html' title='D is for Don&apos;t Go Breaking My Heart'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-6571945727034817008</id><published>2008-06-20T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:13:10.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Calm and Confidence...</title><content type='html'>Blogging again! Computer still not fixed as I'm waiting for my father to come back from Mongolia (via Korea: GOODIES) on the 29th though he did call and say he might come back on the 22nd if things go well. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole cannot survive without the internet. No she can't. She is so desperate that she sits in front of her nearly decade old laptop to load and connect to the internet to read fics and surf online (but no videos ;_;) with a kame-slow connection of 31.2Kbps that costs RM0.04 cents per minute on TM Net 1315 (that surprisingly works!). I swear, the slow connection must be on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side of life, lots of things have happened. Exciting things. *coughs* Did I mention that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOO YAH, NICOLE YEONG IS THE NUMBER ONE ACCOUNTS GENIUS IN THE WHOLE OF SMK ASSUNTA???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The failure of all failures. The Accounts Retard. I, Nicole Yeong Wai May! (yes it's real! I even took pictures of the letter)&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that. ;) This just goes to prove that I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; do Accounts, just not in &lt;em&gt;BM&lt;/em&gt;. &gt;.&gt; Selected to go to Taylor's College to represent our school for the next round of quizzes (prize includes a 4 year scholarship to study business, not bad actually) but declined because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; I may have scored the highest, but most are convinced it's because of sheer luck and I don't disagree. After all, I did manage to &lt;strong&gt;FAIL&lt;/strong&gt; or scrape by in Accounts this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Ceriathon on the same day. And this year I'm doing &lt;em&gt;Kingyo shuku(in?)&lt;/em&gt; with Krystle &amp;amp; co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; might be there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; might NOT be there.  D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this called love? I'm guessing not because the moment I see &lt;strong&gt;Kazuya&lt;/strong&gt;'s face my mind immediately turns &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; off. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another GOOD note (gosh, so many good things, it's like life is finally turning around, THANK YOU!!!) The letter I've been waiting for is finally here. My interview is on Monday (23 June) and let's hope all goes well. Been dreaming about this day since June 2007, so I guess that makes it, what? A year? Don't screw up, don't screw up...If I screw this up I will seriously cry. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IC? Check. Certs? Check. Testimonial? (even though forced and is a con job and a big fat lie) Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING IT ON BABY. I'm ready for Mondaaaaaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:// what a coincidence, we had this workshop in school today about Calm and Confidence in Acting and most of the points were pretty useful (to be used in interviews anyway). One of the first questions were: "When was the last time you were nervous?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer that, I truly cannot remember the last time I was nervous. But I guess to be more human, I'll admit I'm feeling nervous right now. Read: INTERVIEW ON MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RRRAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWRRRRRR. I CAN DO THIS. &lt;s&gt;I KNOW I AM BETTER THAN SOME PEOPLE WHO ARE GOING TOO. WHEN NICOLE YEONG WANTS SOMETHING, SHE'S GOING TO GET IT AND BRING YOU DOWN AT THE SAME TIME, BLAIR WALDORF STYLE. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo till the next I'm near good connection...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-6571945727034817008?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/6571945727034817008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=6571945727034817008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6571945727034817008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6571945727034817008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/06/calm-and-confidence.html' title='Calm and Confidence...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-9119086525611133330</id><published>2008-06-16T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T06:57:50.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>There has been visibly less posts these days or weeks because of a certain natural disaster man likes to call- lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, lightning my good friend has decided to strike not only my CPU but modem as well once again and thus Nicole Yeong is left stranded, all alone with no internet connection except via her handphone and Sammie's computer (whose hospitality she can no longer abuse to watch Akanishi Jin videos anymore. Boo hoo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As KAT-TUN says, No Mata Mata. I shall just use these internet-less days (ok, not really) to catch up on my reading (Read: Trashy romance novels full of lusty smex.) and then I'll bounce back again soon with more tales of hot boys. Because I've just found more lately. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling in love with Akanishi Jin. whywhywhywhywhywhwyhwyhwywhywy must you look so volcanic hot smoking. whywhwyhwywhwywhywhy?!?!?!!??!!?!? D:&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikoru is left all heart-broken again. And now I shall leave you all with a line from one of my favourite recent trashy novels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The tears have stopped falling. But my heart continues to bleed."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Add in half-naked smoking Kazuya prs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-9119086525611133330?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/9119086525611133330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=9119086525611133330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/9119086525611133330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/9119086525611133330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/06/nature-strikes-again.html' title='Nature Strikes Again'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-6692755349764725517</id><published>2008-05-25T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:57:31.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noona Is So Pretty</title><content type='html'>I AM A PROUD NOONA. I seriously love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shinee&lt;/span&gt; man, Tae Min and Min Ho are so cute plus they're the youngest in the group. Even before I knew that I fell in love with them immediately. It's like I'm attracted to younger boys or something cause one is 14 and the other is the same age but born in December. *headdesk* Boys born in 1993 are so hot. Add that and the fact that Shinee are singing "Noona is so pretty". Yes, noona is so pretty indeed. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Maybe you are worried about my age but look into my eyes, what is it telling you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. That's deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d1/mdwavpic/SHINee7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d1/mdwavpic/SHINee7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Sammie, does his haircut remind you of someone?! xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_0zq87tt-s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_0zq87tt-s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tae Min is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; in this video. Look at him dance man. His moves are so clean and smooth. (he's the middle dancer in the red jacket, yellow jacket and wicked shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my prayers have been answered. There is finally a hottie in Salsa class. Nicole is happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-6692755349764725517?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/6692755349764725517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=6692755349764725517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6692755349764725517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6692755349764725517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/05/noona-is-so-pretty.html' title='Noona Is So Pretty'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1045198144907900014</id><published>2008-05-22T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:07:23.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder Girl-ing'/><title type='text'>I'm So So So Hot Hot</title><content type='html'>Went to OU to watch Narnia with Rachel today. Well, we were actually supposed to watch Speed Racer but decided last minute to change. Anyway I'm glad we did because I conclude that BEN BARNES &gt;&gt; RAIN. I remember like 2 years ago when the first movie came out, Sammie and I were so disappointed with it we vowed never again to watch anything related to Narnia. I now I have broken that vow. I'm sorry Sammie, I couldn't help myself. Just look at those....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SEXY AND BURNING EYES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.narniafans.com/movies/cast/images/benbarnes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 274px;" src="http://www.narniafans.com/movies/cast/images/benbarnes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHWOAR. If you thought Prince Caspian looked good in the posters (that stare! *shivers*) he's even better MOVING. His eyes are really the windows to his soul. When he was angry, his eyes were burning with passion. When he was fighting in the battle, his eyes were fiery with determination. When he was sad, his eyes glazed over and became what Rachel called crystals. When he was staring at the ugly betch Susan (FUGLY!) he had that puppy dog look so few grown macho men can achieve. His eyes are just so...so intense. Add all that and the fact he was hot and sweaty throughout the whole movie. I FEEL ALL TINGLY INSIDE NOW, MY HEART JUST SKIPPED A BEAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omona, Wonder Girls new MV, "So Hot"  is out! It's so appropriate for my day. Freaking catchy lyrics, awesome video, sexy dance. I don't need to say more except:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BEN BARNES YOU ARE SO. SO. SO. SO. HOT, HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2Zq04OMWVI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2Zq04OMWVI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Girls - So Hot &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1045198144907900014?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1045198144907900014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1045198144907900014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1045198144907900014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1045198144907900014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-so-so-hot-hot.html' title='I&apos;m So So So Hot Hot'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-569326244425386618</id><published>2008-05-18T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:46.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><title type='text'>Class would be sexier if...</title><content type='html'>...there were more hot guys present. Don't get me wrong, I love salsa class. It's a good excuse to re-enact all the hip swivelling moves I learned from Akanishi Jin but shaking my hips and then rubbing my shin another man's shin would be much much more enjoyable and steamy if said man WAS CRAZY, DROP-DEAD, LOVEJUICE INDUCING HANDSOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, none of them are. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish everyday some new HOT LOVEJUICE INDUCING species of the male variety clad in a crisp white shirt rolled up to his arms and tight fitting jeans would walk into our class and then just my luck that day we'd have a really sexy routine to do and there's lots of skinship. Ooh lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SDA3wYLfKdI/AAAAAAAAA_U/AtTFnPG5ZIs/s1600-h/jin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SDA3wYLfKdI/AAAAAAAAA_U/AtTFnPG5ZIs/s400/jin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201718873876802002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Replace the above photo with Kazuya's face and we have a winner. DING DING DING!!&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was extremely bored and my father's handphone ringtone is freaking cheesy and horrible (think Crazy Frog. Hello? So 2 years ago) I decided to change it. It is now a hawt, sexy tight beat that goes by the name of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SDA1QYLfKaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/UXyNhfUm9Gk/s1600-h/Random+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SDA1QYLfKaI/AAAAAAAAA-8/UXyNhfUm9Gk/s400/Random+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201716125097732514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SDA1QoLfKbI/AAAAAAAAA_E/CzcMCF6RyX8/s1600-h/Random+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SDA1QoLfKbI/AAAAAAAAA_E/CzcMCF6RyX8/s400/Random+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201716129392699826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xD And the best thing is, HE LOVES IT! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SDA5yYLfKeI/AAAAAAAAA_c/zcZTl-6WosE/s1600-h/Random+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SDA5yYLfKeI/AAAAAAAAA_c/zcZTl-6WosE/s400/Random+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201721107259795938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T'was given to me a few days back, but huzzah! Ines' birthday pressie. It's so pretty, so much better looking than the crap I gave to her for her birthday and Christmas combined. I feel horrible now, but the insides just made me go SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*haptic* 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-569326244425386618?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/569326244425386618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=569326244425386618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/569326244425386618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/569326244425386618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/05/class-would-be-sexier-if.html' title='Class would be sexier if...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SDA3wYLfKdI/AAAAAAAAA_U/AtTFnPG5ZIs/s72-c/jin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-3706271152582120578</id><published>2008-05-17T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:51.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST DAY OF MY LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FT Island'/><title type='text'>F.T. Island Fan Meeting 29 March 2008</title><content type='html'>This post is pretty much long overdue. As everybody (or probably not everybody) knows, I went for the F.T. Island fan meeting on the 29th of March 2008 in Cineleisure. I pretty much put up what happened already here: &lt;a href="http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-life-my-endless-love.html"&gt; Fan account (all text, no pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7v04LfKVI/AAAAAAAAA-U/DBPZXgN5_G8/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7v04LfKVI/AAAAAAAAA-U/DBPZXgN5_G8/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201358311372302674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the first to arrive ok?! Even the workers/janitors haven't arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7v1ILfKWI/AAAAAAAAA-c/TNVM-huzrkw/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7v1ILfKWI/AAAAAAAAA-c/TNVM-huzrkw/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201358315667269986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7v1YLfKXI/AAAAAAAAA-k/LH1eF3xpkus/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7v1YLfKXI/AAAAAAAAA-k/LH1eF3xpkus/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201358319962237298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7v1oLfKYI/AAAAAAAAA-s/izPynktMrjY/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7v1oLfKYI/AAAAAAAAA-s/izPynktMrjY/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201358324257204610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7v14LfKZI/AAAAAAAAA-0/chJDeaTqBXU/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7v14LfKZI/AAAAAAAAA-0/chJDeaTqBXU/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201358328552171922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7uE4LfKQI/AAAAAAAAA9s/dODTwWiXdz4/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7uE4LfKQI/AAAAAAAAA9s/dODTwWiXdz4/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201356387226953986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7uFILfKRI/AAAAAAAAA90/ATDXMq82tSQ/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7uFILfKRI/AAAAAAAAA90/ATDXMq82tSQ/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201356391521921298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7uFYLfKSI/AAAAAAAAA98/Hc5gAmqc1_c/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7uFYLfKSI/AAAAAAAAA98/Hc5gAmqc1_c/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201356395816888610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7uFoLfKTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/QhpLT540_jU/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7uFoLfKTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/QhpLT540_jU/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201356400111855922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7uF4LfKUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/4e8vUbc84Qo/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7uF4LfKUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/4e8vUbc84Qo/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201356404406823234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7sEYLfKLI/AAAAAAAAA9E/5Cr2swR-hsU/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7q4oLfKGI/AAAAAAAAA8c/v0Wr8dEW9h0/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201352878238672994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7q44LfKHI/AAAAAAAAA8k/bTWrDZIQRLs/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7q44LfKHI/AAAAAAAAA8k/bTWrDZIQRLs/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201352882533640306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7q5YLfKII/AAAAAAAAA8s/9-Te0fxXjAc/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7q5YLfKII/AAAAAAAAA8s/9-Te0fxXjAc/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201352891123574914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7q54LfKJI/AAAAAAAAA80/p_yFV1NFR1U/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7pgoLfKBI/AAAAAAAAA70/u-Z--jwfRiE/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201351366410184722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7phYLfKCI/AAAAAAAAA78/QQJh2l5ecBs/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7phYLfKCI/AAAAAAAAA78/QQJh2l5ecBs/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201351379295086626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7phoLfKDI/AAAAAAAAA8E/uaTFeaOsPco/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7phoLfKDI/AAAAAAAAA8E/uaTFeaOsPco/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201351383590053938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7piILfKEI/AAAAAAAAA8M/lcZyQkkulyc/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7piILfKEI/AAAAAAAAA8M/lcZyQkkulyc/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201351392179988546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7piYLfKFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/2WdCwTmqB3A/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7piYLfKFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/2WdCwTmqB3A/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201351396474955858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7nmoLfJ8I/AAAAAAAAA7M/OWW8-QMDbkk/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7nmoLfJ8I/AAAAAAAAA7M/OWW8-QMDbkk/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201349270466144194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7nnYLfJ9I/AAAAAAAAA7U/T_8tvz49v8Q/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7nnYLfJ9I/AAAAAAAAA7U/T_8tvz49v8Q/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201349283351046098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7nnoLfJ-I/AAAAAAAAA7c/ktAkEZdRsZM/s1600-h/mewenchian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7nnoLfJ-I/AAAAAAAAA7c/ktAkEZdRsZM/s400/mewenchian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201349287646013410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7nn4LfJ_I/AAAAAAAAA7k/f2X1YabSLGY/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7nn4LfJ_I/AAAAAAAAA7k/f2X1YabSLGY/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201349291940980722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7noYLfKAI/AAAAAAAAA7s/oIMWN7UhCPo/s1600-h/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7noYLfKAI/AAAAAAAAA7s/oIMWN7UhCPo/s400/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201349300530915330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorreh my pics are kind of Won Bin centric. Just couldn't stop staring at him. AAAANNDD...! Finally my video is up! YAY!! Watch and see HOW CLOSE I WAS TO WON BIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tp-lGIkOrmw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tp-lGIkOrmw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-3706271152582120578?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/3706271152582120578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=3706271152582120578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3706271152582120578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3706271152582120578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/05/ft-island-fan-meeting-29-march-2008.html' title='F.T. Island Fan Meeting 29 March 2008'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SC7v04LfKVI/AAAAAAAAA-U/DBPZXgN5_G8/s72-c/F.T.+ISLAND+MEETING+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-8188081159868633602</id><published>2008-05-16T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:59:53.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kazuya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KAT-TUN'/><title type='text'>Haptic Him</title><content type='html'>I love the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;'s picture says "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Touch me&lt;/span&gt;" while Jin's says "Believe me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a choice. TOUCHING IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN BELIEVING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sumyanling/KAME2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sumyanling/KAME2-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sumyanling/img815cp0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sumyanling/img815cp0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akame reunion? :D (Pics taken from the latest TV Guide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love Kame and Junno's new haircuts. ♥&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sumyanling/KAT-TUN-magazine027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/sumyanling/KAT-TUN-magazine027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and KAT-TUN's latest Music Station performance (16/5/2008). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dont't U Ever Stop&lt;/span&gt; and omona, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVEJUICE&lt;/span&gt;!     xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fHF673C-xq4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fHF673C-xq4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin looks like he's wearing a dress and Kame looks like a really sloppy dressed bridegroom; a hot sloppy bridegroom I'd like to haptic though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-8188081159868633602?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/8188081159868633602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=8188081159868633602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8188081159868633602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8188081159868633602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/05/haptic-him.html' title='Haptic Him'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1818715073163465574</id><published>2008-05-16T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:51:08.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Want A Taste Of That...</title><content type='html'>Drop that shit like, I'M GOING TO WIN MYSELF A BIG MAC.  NA NA NA NA NA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1818715073163465574?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1818715073163465574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1818715073163465574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1818715073163465574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1818715073163465574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-want-taste-of-that.html' title='Just Want A Taste Of That...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1115455599454271743</id><published>2008-05-15T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T06:30:45.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kazuya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KAT-TUN'/><title type='text'>I'd Like to Haptic Kazuya Till He Has Lovejuice</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I just typed such a dirty title but it's what going on through my mind right now. After nearly TWO WEEKS of being computer-less (thanks to my mother for hiding the cable), I come back and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;POW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NEW KAT-TUN PV&lt;br /&gt;- NEW DBSK &amp;amp; SNSD AD&lt;br /&gt;- NEW KAT-TUN SOLOS&lt;br /&gt;- NEW LOVEJUICE SINGLE AND LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, where to start. Obsessed with (what else? gotta follow the crowd xD) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPTIC&lt;/span&gt; right now! Forget &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMONA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haptic&lt;/span&gt; is now my second favourite word after &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVEJUICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2008 is clearly the year for witty one-words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Haptic &lt;/span&gt;              :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (to) Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVEJUICE&lt;/span&gt;    : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have brains, you decide what it means.   : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lovejuice: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't rush the night is still young&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the room and sex things up&lt;br /&gt;I can see you call out my name, saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stop, more," I'm trying to see how your lips feel babe&lt;br /&gt;All we need is body language&lt;br /&gt;And now I know, I'm falling for you and I just can't lie&lt;br /&gt;I won't go nowhere cuz I'm your man tonight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Doesn't it make you want to haptic yourself? &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4E5XG-YHq8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4E5XG-YHq8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'll stop now before I start typing dirtier thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1115455599454271743?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1115455599454271743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1115455599454271743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1115455599454271743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1115455599454271743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/05/id-like-to-haptic-kazuya-till-he-has.html' title='I&apos;d Like to Haptic Kazuya Till He Has Lovejuice'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-2127109291192316691</id><published>2008-04-29T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:51.466-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FT Island'/><title type='text'>One Month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>It's been exactly one month since we last laid eyes on each other. I can still remember the way I screamed your name; the way you turned around slowly to bless me with your pearly white smile when I touched you. Did you feel it? Did you feel our connection too? I remember touching your skin; soft and smooth like a babies', springy but firm. I looked into your eyes then. But before I knew it, our connection was gone. Till this very day, I will forever keep this memory close to my heart. In times of need and desperation, I will think of this and keep that smile on my face. Because of a man. Because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBdG6euT_YI/AAAAAAAAA7E/BIsZRzwcTes/s1600-h/wonbin4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBdG6euT_YI/AAAAAAAAA7E/BIsZRzwcTes/s320/wonbin4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194698665688825218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what came over me. *bangs head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-2127109291192316691?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/2127109291192316691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=2127109291192316691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2127109291192316691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2127109291192316691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-month-anniversary.html' title='One Month Anniversary'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBdG6euT_YI/AAAAAAAAA7E/BIsZRzwcTes/s72-c/wonbin4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1602711789540454345</id><published>2008-04-28T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:53.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIERCE BITCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kazuya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KAT-TUN'/><title type='text'>Otanjoubi Omodetou Gozaimasu!</title><content type='html'>Wanted to blog this prior to LOVEJUICE, but stalled a little. Anyway, my weekend was great. T'was my uncle's birthday ( the cool one) and we decided to go to Bangsar for dim sum lunch. Had dessert in alexis, a place that has greatly improved since the last time I went. which was years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiramisu, pecan pie and berry meringue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBX0U-uT_TI/AAAAAAAAA6c/e7ROhy-LBFQ/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBX0U-uT_TI/AAAAAAAAA6c/e7ROhy-LBFQ/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194326386513542450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, what an awful shot. Handphone cams really aren't flattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBX0VOuT_UI/AAAAAAAAA6k/F3hVH10mjz8/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBX0VOuT_UI/AAAAAAAAA6k/F3hVH10mjz8/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194326390808509762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must add something here. Even though it my uncle's birthday it kind of turned out to be my early one too. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OMONA,  PEOPLE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBX0VeuT_VI/AAAAAAAAA6s/FCLGmtbmvHo/s1600-h/KAT-TUN+Calendar+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBX0VeuT_VI/AAAAAAAAA6s/FCLGmtbmvHo/s320/KAT-TUN+Calendar+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194326395103477074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;XD! KAT-TUN 2008/4 - 2009/3 CALENDAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very same one I was staring at in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kinokuniya&lt;/span&gt; just a few weeks before grumbling why it costs freaking RM106.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBX0VeuT_WI/AAAAAAAAA60/PJsHy37eTEs/s1600-h/KAT-TUN+Calendar+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBX0VeuT_WI/AAAAAAAAA60/PJsHy37eTEs/s320/KAT-TUN+Calendar+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194326395103477090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posing in uniform just because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBX0V-uT_XI/AAAAAAAAA68/xvvSgSSb4_o/s1600-h/KAT-TUN+Calendar+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBX0V-uT_XI/AAAAAAAAA68/xvvSgSSb4_o/s320/KAT-TUN+Calendar+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194326403693411698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does it come with a planner, it also comes with an&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eco bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Not to sound like a biased fangirl but I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAT-TUN&lt;/span&gt;'s one is the best. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arashi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEWS&lt;/span&gt; and other bands all had bonuses like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recipe book&lt;/span&gt; (wtf, yeah), and calendars that can also be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coasters&lt;/span&gt;. BUT! Think about it, what with food prices rising and who uses coasters these days anyway? KAT-TUN has decided to address world pollution by jumping on the bandwagon and producing their own environmental and fangirl friendly eco bag suitable for your everyday use. So now we fangirls can look good, trendy AND save the environment as well! Just what Al Gore ordered innit? Safe! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBXznOuT_OI/AAAAAAAAA50/n6RBVlm_i90/s1600-h/KAT-TUN+Calendar+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBXznOuT_OI/AAAAAAAAA50/n6RBVlm_i90/s320/KAT-TUN+Calendar+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194325600534527202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBXzneuT_PI/AAAAAAAAA58/t2FiBkIvC2A/s1600-h/KAT-TUN+Calendar+014c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBXzneuT_PI/AAAAAAAAA58/t2FiBkIvC2A/s320/KAT-TUN+Calendar+014c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194325604829494514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calendar does make one feel as if they're looking at porn though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBXznuuT_QI/AAAAAAAAA6E/sS1wpmUEQPM/s1600-h/KAT-TUN+Calendar+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBXznuuT_QI/AAAAAAAAA6E/sS1wpmUEQPM/s320/KAT-TUN+Calendar+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194325609124461826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBXznuuT_RI/AAAAAAAAA6M/hO_sI_HsJC0/s1600-h/KAT-TUN+Calendar+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBXznuuT_RI/AAAAAAAAA6M/hO_sI_HsJC0/s320/KAT-TUN+Calendar+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194325609124461842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it and I'll say it again : &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY UNCLE &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; YOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (unless yours in filthy rich)&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huda gave me some peacock feathers on Sports Day. Such pretty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBXzn-uT_SI/AAAAAAAAA6U/p1eCPcT2DNA/s1600-h/KAT-TUN+Calendar+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBXzn-uT_SI/AAAAAAAAA6U/p1eCPcT2DNA/s320/KAT-TUN+Calendar+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194325613419429154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right, back to listening to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVEJUICE&lt;/span&gt;. xD Totally addicted to it now. GAWD JIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sexy and burning eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My hands on her hips as we grind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;She whispered and I said, "No, no"&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you want me too every time I think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Your lips so sweet, get next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I can taste your sweet lovejuice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVEJUICE: Interpret it however you like. Indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1602711789540454345?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1602711789540454345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1602711789540454345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1602711789540454345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1602711789540454345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/04/otanjoubi-omodetou-gozaimasu.html' title='Otanjoubi Omodetou Gozaimasu!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SBX0U-uT_TI/AAAAAAAAA6c/e7ROhy-LBFQ/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1527069622354728772</id><published>2008-04-27T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T09:44:51.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kazuya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KAT-TUN'/><title type='text'>English is no longer comprehendable</title><content type='html'>I no longer know what to think of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAT-TUN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMFG I LOVE THEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, them Koreans may be able to dance and come up with catchy beats but KAT-TUN can dance, come up with catchy beats and come up with song titles like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVEJUICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KID YOU NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought they couldn't get better (refer to other posts before this; Kame in eyeliner!) and this turns up. WHOAAAWHOAAAWHOAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that though, I don't want to know what lovejuice Jin is singing about. Really. And did I mention the whole song is in English? I'm sorry, Engrish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly make out what the fella is singing, let alone a Japanese schoolgirl. She probably thinks Jin is all kakoii and cool singing in English nobody fluent can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making out words like, "grind" and "lovejuice" and "explode". Uhm...&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to find out yourself? Download it here: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zkmzo1mmjoi"&gt; Akanishi Jin - LOVEJUICE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to be so turned on &lt;s&gt;UNTIL YOU EXCRETE LOVEJUICE. ;D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1527069622354728772?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1527069622354728772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1527069622354728772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1527069622354728772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1527069622354728772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/04/english-is-no-longer-comprehendable.html' title='English is no longer comprehendable'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-2450338744016117716</id><published>2008-04-24T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:24:58.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><title type='text'>Typical Chinese Movie Fare</title><content type='html'>Jackie Chan can't speak/narrate in English for toffee. He is seriously that bad. Instead of staying back and helping Ness for her auditions today omma wanted me to follow her to the Gardens to collect the pants she reserved in Marks and Spencer. -_-''  Knowing it was going to take awhile (she wanted to go grocery shopping also double -_-'') appa and I went to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Forbidden Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: If you like typical Chinese kung fu movie fares, then go ahead and watch it. If you are the type to easily get bored with all the "haiyahs!" and "FUUUAHS!" then don't watch it. If you can stand Jackie Chan's terrible and inarticulate English; kudos to you. It was pretty much your typical boys finds magic staff, boy goes to Ancient China, boy is on mission, boy meets cool friends who can do kung fu, boys becomes good at kung fu, boy beats bad guy, everything is alright in the end, YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 25th of April. I'm getting worried already; why haven't they contacted us about our applications yet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And refunds.... I don't even want to think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-2450338744016117716?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/2450338744016117716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=2450338744016117716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2450338744016117716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2450338744016117716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/04/typical-chinese-movie-fare.html' title='Typical Chinese Movie Fare'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-6495704880005056800</id><published>2008-04-24T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:52:46.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><title type='text'>More News To Make Me Sad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://krnloop.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/ajoo-thailand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://krnloop.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/ajoo-thailand.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valentine’s Day boy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AJOO&lt;/span&gt; was invited to perform at the anniversary concert of “Advance Radio,” which is a subsidiary of Channel V Thailand, on the 27th at the Central World in Bangkok, Thailand. AJOO is the only South Korean singer invited to the event and he will be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;performing &lt;/span&gt;his debut song “First Kiss” and “Alarm 6:00″ during the concert.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the 26th and 28th, AJOO is scheduled to have newspaper, magazine, TV and radio interviews and also TV guest appearances. On the 29th, AJOO will have a press conference and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fan meeting&lt;/span&gt; at the Siam Discovery Center.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Channel V Thailand cameras will also be following AJOO while in Thailand and the captured videos are scheduled to be aired in a special program.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AJOO returns to Korea on May 1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just when things can't get any worse, seems like AJOO is going to Thailand as well! Holy crap I'm so effing mighty pissed/bitter/sad/depressed/emo over this. WHY ARE THAI FANS SO SO SO SO BLOODY LUCKY?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.T. Island&lt;/span&gt; had a successful fan meeting AND concert PLUS they are revisiting Thailand AGAIN in MAY, then there's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonder Girls&lt;/span&gt; who are also going in MAY, and now...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AJOO&lt;/span&gt;. And let's not forget &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAT-TUN &lt;/span&gt;who have vacationed in Thailand. Who's next?? GIRLS GENERATION? SS501? ARASHI? HUH??? HUH/?!?!?!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Thailand but this is really too much. What makes Thailand a better destination than Malaysia?? *sob* They have more transgenders? Better food? Hospitality? Language? Holiday resorts? Cheap items? Beautiful landscape? More fans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT. TELL ME WHAT. I HAVE A GREAT URGE TO HATE THAILAND RIGHT NOW BUT I CAN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I love Thailand too. : (&lt;br /&gt;Better malls, better transport, better food, better shopping, better people, better(&amp;amp; more) shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making myself feel any better, am I? Argh, forget this post. See you in Thailand Ajoo, hope you have a wonderful time and PLEASE PLEASE COME TO MALAYSIA!! I will go to your fan meeting, showcase and everything!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT, MAYBE I SHOULD DO EVENT MANAGEMENT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-6495704880005056800?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/6495704880005056800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=6495704880005056800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6495704880005056800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6495704880005056800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-news-to-make-me-sad.html' title='More News To Make Me Sad...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-7085715007409624546</id><published>2008-04-21T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:19:54.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Appa!</title><content type='html'>To my appa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your filial daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, you've always been the best albeit irritating at times. I know you love me when you're willing to spend half of a thousand dollars just so I can enjoy one of the best night's of my life. When you go to Thailand walk into a record shop only to remember that you forgot to ask me what bands I like and decide to get mangoes in lieu of CD's, when you flew to Korea and specifically asked the giggling girls at the information counter who thought you were a pervert who likes DBSK and Super Junior until you told them it was for your daughter, when you agree to drive me at 8 a.m. in the morning just so I can experience one of THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gosh, i am pretty good at turning everything to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, cheers to my dad. Or my appa as I like to say. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? It's catchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-7085715007409624546?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/7085715007409624546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=7085715007409624546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7085715007409624546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7085715007409624546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-appa.html' title='Happy Birthday Appa!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-7413643647750129464</id><published>2008-04-21T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:54.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunch of nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Editorial'/><title type='text'>Editorial Trip 2008</title><content type='html'>I would like to start off this post by stating that Malacca is an overrated tourist trap. Everything in Malacca (minus this heritage buildings and chicken rice balls) I can find in KL - and better. Petaling Street &gt; Jonker Street. Pavilion + KLCC + One Utama + the Curve + etc &gt;&gt; Mahkota Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, we drove 2 hours+ to go to a freaking Animal Safari/Zoo. It's bad enough that I don't really like animals, but the poor things are exploited and not given freedom. Not to mention that their enclosures were pretty pathetic looking. And I had to sit through 30 minutes of a very sad elephant show. I love elephants, but not when they are doing things they should not naturally be doing, ie: standing on two hind legs for an overweight "ranger" to climb on its forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, how liberating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least our accommodation for the night was not to bad. It was clean, pretty well-maintained and spacious enough for 10 people. Not too shabby, I can't complain. Hiew Lam and I shared a bed while Ale and Debbie were in the next one. For the first time, Ale was not the one bumping into people at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzEkAEOhTI/AAAAAAAAA5s/9KVkTxM74SA/s1600-h/Malacca+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzEkAEOhTI/AAAAAAAAA5s/9KVkTxM74SA/s320/Malacca+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191740593223402802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzEjQEOhQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/6iLnJzc-S8M/s1600-h/Malacca+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzEjQEOhQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/6iLnJzc-S8M/s320/Malacca+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191740580338500866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzEjgEOhRI/AAAAAAAAA5c/KSgA9wpPsU8/s1600-h/Malacca+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzEjgEOhRI/AAAAAAAAA5c/KSgA9wpPsU8/s320/Malacca+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191740584633468178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzEjwEOhSI/AAAAAAAAA5k/MR8qPqzVEeQ/s1600-h/Malacca+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzEjwEOhSI/AAAAAAAAA5k/MR8qPqzVEeQ/s320/Malacca+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191740588928435490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzAxQEOhPI/AAAAAAAAA5M/d-ypw4rwB90/s1600-h/Malacca+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzAxQEOhPI/AAAAAAAAA5M/d-ypw4rwB90/s320/Malacca+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191736422810158322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzAvgEOhLI/AAAAAAAAA4s/BLOQEffLJt0/s1600-h/Malacca+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzAvgEOhLI/AAAAAAAAA4s/BLOQEffLJt0/s320/Malacca+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191736392745387186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got to Jonker Street (overrated), Hiew Lam and I pretty much ran away from our group and went to eat...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN RICE BALLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzAwAEOhMI/AAAAAAAAA40/HrNytH7xfSI/s1600-h/Malacca+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzAwAEOhMI/AAAAAAAAA40/HrNytH7xfSI/s320/Malacca+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191736401335321794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzAwgEOhNI/AAAAAAAAA48/Xz7-z3ulPaQ/s1600-h/Malacca+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzAwgEOhNI/AAAAAAAAA48/Xz7-z3ulPaQ/s320/Malacca+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191736409925256402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't play play okay, the shop we randomly chose was actually a pretty famous place. We sat next to this wall where they displayed  every famous customer. There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5566&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;, and even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mayday ( 五月天 )&lt;/span&gt;. Sadly though, it didn't include the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ho Chiak!&lt;/span&gt;" crew. xD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzAwwEOhOI/AAAAAAAAA5E/4M_1GDFOLFM/s1600-h/Malacca+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzAwwEOhOI/AAAAAAAAA5E/4M_1GDFOLFM/s320/Malacca+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191736414220223714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stadhuys.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, haven't been blogging much. Been putting off alot of stuff lately. There's so many things I want to blog about but I'm just much too lazy to screencap/upload/post/repeat cycle. I want to talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daisy Lowe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skins (series 2!)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;, the differences between Skins and Gossip Girl, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blair Waldorf vs. Cassie Ainsworth&lt;/span&gt; (stylewise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk about clothes, fashion, stuff I want to buy, my DIY projects thanks to Skins and the SKINS AUDITIONS that I can never attend because&lt;br /&gt;a) I'm not British&lt;br /&gt;b) I'm not anywhere near London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love London. I want to go back. Brick Lane. Camden market. Oxford Circus. H&amp;amp;M. Comme des Garcons. Uniqlo. American Apparel. Beyond Retro and of course, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;TOPSHOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/36186989-7413643647750129464?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/7413643647750129464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=7413643647750129464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7413643647750129464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7413643647750129464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/04/editorial-trip-2008.html' title='Editorial Trip 2008'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAzEkAEOhTI/AAAAAAAAA5s/9KVkTxM74SA/s72-c/Malacca+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-7158922216451869873</id><published>2008-04-16T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:55.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FT Island'/><title type='text'>Rak Phom Mai?</title><content type='html'>I freaking love Thailand. F.T. Island loves Thailand. KAT-TUN and DBSK have been to Thailand. Wonder Girls are going to Thailand. WHAT DO WE HAVE IN COMMON HERE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;THAILAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie, I also love Thai bands: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Golf&amp;amp;Mike&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K-OTIC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice 2 Meet U&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Payu (Clark)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knes&lt;/span&gt;, etc..&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Speaking of Knes, when I went to Thailand last November, I saw Knes in Siam Paragon(?)Center(?). I was blown away, totally blown away. I think he was promoting his single "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Play&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Thai brothers, Golf and Mike.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAYoXOMqhXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Rz_qGdqrKgU/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAYoXOMqhXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Rz_qGdqrKgU/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189880000004392306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.T. Island, I'm already sad, how could you do this to me. Why must you go to Thailand and look so damn, bloody, freaking cute/hot/handsome. Why did you have to play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Songkran&lt;/span&gt; with everyone. Why did you have to use &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WINNIE THE FREAKING POOH WATERGUNS&lt;/span&gt;. I'm dying. Really, just dying here. I'm only a few miles down South of Bangkok, come back to Malaysia. Please? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAYlteMqhTI/AAAAAAAAA4E/FQ5z4R4vrMs/s1600-h/jaejinhonggi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAYlteMqhTI/AAAAAAAAA4E/FQ5z4R4vrMs/s320/jaejinhonggi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189877083721598258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAYlt-MqhUI/AAAAAAAAA4M/byzAF36hXIM/s1600-h/wonbin7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAYlt-MqhUI/AAAAAAAAA4M/byzAF36hXIM/s320/wonbin7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189877092311532866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAYlt-MqhVI/AAAAAAAAA4U/wcEZLBURcXU/s1600-h/wonbinjunghoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAYlt-MqhVI/AAAAAAAAA4U/wcEZLBURcXU/s320/wonbinjunghoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189877092311532882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jung Hoon looking like a freaking hot pimp in Bangkok. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m270/ammiiz/CIMG0896copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m270/ammiiz/CIMG0896copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even wet, with ugly pimp glasses and Winnie the Pooh watergun in hand, they never cease to look hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m270/ammiiz/CIMG1026copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m270/ammiiz/CIMG1026copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already died inside long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y65/aka_no_kusari/FiveTreasureIsland/a020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y65/aka_no_kusari/FiveTreasureIsland/a020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even want to post pics of their concert. Looking at those make me so depressed that my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won Bin&lt;/span&gt; experience can't cheer me up. I won't be posting my own press conference/videos anytime soon. I shed a tear everytime I look at those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I go cry myself to sleep. I just realised &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won Bin&lt;/span&gt; wore &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHITE PANTS&lt;/span&gt; to play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Songkran&lt;/span&gt;. *nose bleed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-7158922216451869873?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/7158922216451869873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=7158922216451869873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7158922216451869873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7158922216451869873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/04/rak-phom-mai.html' title='Rak Phom Mai?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SAYoXOMqhXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Rz_qGdqrKgU/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-559459064410531344</id><published>2008-04-13T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:21:13.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Day 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FT Island'/><title type='text'>O is for Orchid, Omona and One More Time</title><content type='html'>Right now I feel like an old lady. An old lady with a really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt; back. We were doing dips in dance class today and had to do the reverse wave and halfway through I heard something in my body go "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRACK!&lt;/span&gt;"like, literally. I dread tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day is finally over, which means NO MORE STAYING BACK IN SCHOOL, yay. For the past week I've been staying back till 4.30 p.m. just to help out with the decorations and prepare my dang mascot costume. Oh well. Anyway results are, I didn't win for mascot but we did win for house deco. Do I regret not winning? I guess, but then again I didn't spend RM100+ on my costume so kudos to the winner. I'm just happy I got lots of wonderful compliments from Puan Hong, Datin Kathleen and one really wonderful Alumni who praised me to no end. Thanks for making my day even though I didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently obsessed with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jewelry&lt;/span&gt;'s "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One More Time&lt;/span&gt;" dance. It's just awesome, even more so when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SS501&lt;/span&gt; (HELLO, HYUN JOONG?!!! &lt;s&gt;not that I like them&lt;/s&gt; *cough*) joins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GafJW8Omg-Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GafJW8Omg-Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jewelry ever decide to re-recruit new members, I'd like to audition for the rapper. I get to dance, sing (occasionally/chorus), and rap in incomprehendable English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I already qualify. In fact, I'm over-qualified. I can speak and pronounce English properly. And I dress better.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics some other time. Right now I'm kind of depressed (again) because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; F.T. Island&lt;/span&gt; just performed in Thailand (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WON BIN DANCED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;_;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and my refund does not look like it's coming anytime soon. (No new red jeans/hat/white sunglasses/scarf)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-559459064410531344?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/559459064410531344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=559459064410531344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/559459064410531344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/559459064410531344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-is-for-orchid-omona-and-one-more-time.html' title='O is for Orchid, Omona and One More Time'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-6121495814127919282</id><published>2008-04-01T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:45:15.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FT Island'/><title type='text'>I Am Happy</title><content type='html'>Not only is that an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FT Island &lt;/span&gt;song but I guess it would definitely describe my mood right now. I feel sooo much better now that I know the truth and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I am very glad they canceled the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, no joke. After trawling forum after forum and finally reading everyone's experiences, comments and press release, I finally understand and applaud F.T. Island and their management for their decision. I'm lazy to type the reason why, but it was definitely a very valid one. Now, all I want is for FT to reschedule a time to return (WITH BETTER ORGANIZERS) and my refund back so I can go shop for new red jeans, new scarf and new white sunglasses. :P Oh, and now more than ever I want my Hong Gi haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, someone prolific (a talk show host I won't name for reasons) once said, : "You first have to fail to succeed." Wise words from someone I don't even like. But it might be true. Who knows... something good might happen from this for me :D (a photo with a famous celeb perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SUPER JUNIOR&lt;/span&gt; ONWARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the fan meeting photos soon. Lazy to resize everything after all the work I did for the forums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-6121495814127919282?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/6121495814127919282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=6121495814127919282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6121495814127919282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6121495814127919282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-happy.html' title='I Am Happy'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-7488761930495191680</id><published>2008-03-30T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T09:44:33.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>devoid of all emotion. too depressed to do anything right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it possible to be so happy one day to so depressed the next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-7488761930495191680?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/7488761930495191680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=7488761930495191680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7488761930495191680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7488761930495191680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/03/devoid-of-all-emotion.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-2434864640616240063</id><published>2008-03-29T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T09:26:02.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST DAY OF MY LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIERCE BITCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FT Island'/><title type='text'>My Life My Endless Love</title><content type='html'>Well, I got to the venue pretty early (let's just say I was the first person there &gt;.&gt;). The venue wasn't too big and the stage where F.T. Island where to sit wasn't big either. When I got there nothing seemed to be up: the background poster, the sound system, the line barriers (not sure what they're called), the CD booth, the "backstage" area - NOTHING. Basically, the organisers were not ready for anything. And this is just the starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 10 am, finally the organisers arrived. They set up the pre-ordered CD booth at around...11.30? The background poster was only put up at 12.45p.m. and by then there were plenty of people around. FT was supposed to arrive at 1.00p.m. which is when the session would start but by 2.00p.m. nobody had seen anything even resembling Won Bin's arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd by this time was getting pretty restless. Then finally a staff member came up onstage to inform us that FT were still in their HOTEL! Their hotel was Grand Millenium, located in the heart of Kuala Lumpur whereas we were in the suburbs (Petaling Jaya). A trip from KL to PJ on a weekend especially Saturday would normally take an hour to arrive. To pass the time, the organisers pulled a few people from the crowd and gave away free tickets to anyone who could answer really STUPID questions like, "Who's your favourite member?" and "Sing your favourite song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30 p.m. came and went and FT was nowhere to be seen. Everybody was pretty much fed up and wondering whether they were going to show up or not. Then around 4.15p.m chaos ensued. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY WE GOT TO SEE OUR BELOVED BOYS&lt;/span&gt;. The first person to emerge from the crowd if I remember correctly was Jung Hoon, followed by the rest with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won Bin&lt;/span&gt; last. And the best thing was they all wore &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;! And Won Bin was in a tanktop. xD They came up, greeted the crowd and said some things I wasn't really paying attention to cause the crowd was too loud. Besides, I was too busy taking photos. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the session started and everyone who was in the Local and International Fan Packages by CI entertainment got top priority. Fine. When they finally opened the lines to the public we were instructed to get in a line and go in groups of 5. I was in the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; first group&lt;/span&gt; from the public and the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; girl number 5&lt;/span&gt;. Each boy was seated from left to right as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jae Jin -&gt; Jung Hoon -&gt; Min Hwan -&gt; Hong Gi -&gt; WON BIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the punchline. For the public (IE, non fan package people) we were told that we were only entitled to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--coloro:#FF0000--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--/coloro--&gt;ONE &lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;!--coloro:#FF0000--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--/coloro--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEMBER'S AUTOGRAPH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;. THAT WAS JUST IT. They were pretty much implying to our faces that we had to PAY for their autographs. T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE CROWD WAS GOING CRAZY AND PRETTY MUCH BOOING THE ORGANISERS AND SO WAS I&lt;/span&gt;. And the worst thing, we weren't allowed to choose who we wanted. Because the girl who was first got Won Bin and the second girl got Hong Gi, etc etc, I got landed with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jae Jin&lt;/span&gt; when I wanted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won Bin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie, when I went up onstage I wanted to run to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Won Bin&lt;/span&gt;. Then I realised that he was taken and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jae Jin&lt;/span&gt; was looking at me expectantly waiting for me to approach him. I was contemplating running to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won Bin&lt;/span&gt; and leaving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jae Jin&lt;/span&gt;. Then I realised that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jae Jin&lt;/span&gt; would have nobody and that would make ME and him look bad, in front of EVERYBODY. And even if I ran to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won Bin&lt;/span&gt;, the guards would just shove me back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jae Jin &lt;/span&gt;and he might be offended with me for running to Won Bin in the first place instead of him. Anyway before I could make any decision, their damn manager (who was super bossy), pushed me towards &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jae Jin&lt;/span&gt; and I automatically plonked my CD down and he smiled. Oh well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jae Jin&lt;/span&gt; is still FT right? &lt;img src="http://www.soompi.com/forums/style_emoticons/default/happy.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" emoid="^_^" alt="happy.gif" border="0" /&gt; I don't have a problem with Jae Jin, in fact I like him, but...I wanted Won Bin. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jae Jin&lt;/span&gt; was really sweet to me. He said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Anyeonghaseyo" &lt;/span&gt;when I approached and signed my CD while talking to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jung Hoon&lt;/span&gt;. His voice is really low and his skin is really smooth. He was wearing a white hat. When he was done he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looked into my eyes, and shook my hands with both hands and smiled. &lt;/span&gt;I seriously thought I was going to die from a heart attack. Then to exit I had to pass all the other boys and when I passed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won Bin&lt;/span&gt; I had a GOOD LOOOOONG LOOK. He definitely is the one member who looks better in real life. Those arm muscles, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite arriving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY LATE&lt;/span&gt; (really, from 1.00pm to 4.15p.m.? What gives?) C.I. Entertainment had the gall to end it after an hour. AN HOUR!! Imagine all the disappointed/angry/sad/enraged faces there were in the crowd. And there was still a lot of people left!! After a quick media photo taking session and speech, FT made their way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos. There was chaos everywhere. Everyone was pushing, screaming and shoving cameras EVERYWHERE. I ran, got caught up in a crowd, ended up right in front and suddenly FT came passing by right in front of my eyes and I whipped out my camera just in time to take a video (which I'll post up later). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jae Jin&lt;/span&gt; walked out first, followed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hong Gi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Min Hwan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jung Hoon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won Bin&lt;/span&gt; in tow. Not one to miss an opportunity (and a little disappointed I didn't get his autograph) , I followed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won Bin &lt;/span&gt;from the side, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIGHT NEXT TO HIM&lt;/span&gt;. He was so close to me! I screamed his name multiple times and waved my hand in front of him only to get no response. Disappointed, I saw the treasure in front of me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOUCHED HIS BACK&lt;/span&gt;. No response again. Damn pissed now, I stretched out as far as I could go and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOUCHED HIS BARE LEFT SHOULDER&lt;/span&gt;. I will never forget what it felt like. His skin was smooth like a babies', and springy to the touch. And the best thing? He turned around and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smiled at me. AT ME. AT ME!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly "BAM!" someone shoved me and the large crowd of screaming girls next to me plus a security fell down like dominoes. I landed on top of another girl who cushioned my fall. Felt really sorry for her and apologized profusely but she was okay. Oh, did I mention the whole time I was chasing the boys I was filming as well? I now have NIIICE videos of Won Bin. You can see how close I was. There's one where they all formed a train and Jung Hoon waved at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FT were then chased down escalators and out the building where they had to wait in the drizzle for their transport to arrive. I decided not to follow cause I was dazed from touching Won Bin. And I was dazed from falling down. And people were pushing on the escalators, very dangerous and scary. Rachel did though, she actually pushed her way down, begged the security guard and got videos of them waiting for their transport to arrive in the drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I thought F.T. Island were great boys; they definitely lived up to my expectations and more (OMG WON BIN HUBBA HUBBA). The crowd was enthusiastic but I really need to lament about the organizers. For one, they were not organized in the first place! Two, FT's really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LATE&lt;/span&gt; arrival. Three, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rudeness of the staff&lt;/span&gt;. The staff were really rude to everybody shouting and shoving fans even when we weren't going crazy. Let's hope it get better tomorrow, when I go for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I'm really pissed at C.I. Entertainment. But, at least I wasn't one of the unfortunate fans who didn't get an autograph AT ALL. And at least I got Jae Jin's, who is probably the most famous member (Unstoppable Marriage). So watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KBS World every Monday-Friday, 4.20p.m-5.00p.m. Unstoppable Marriage.&lt;/span&gt; The boy who plays the youngest son,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sa Baek&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jae Jin &lt;/span&gt;who I have shaken hands with and stared into his brown orbs of light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-2434864640616240063?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/2434864640616240063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=2434864640616240063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2434864640616240063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2434864640616240063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-life-my-endless-love.html' title='My Life My Endless Love'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-4604518368739482981</id><published>2008-03-28T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:55.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FT Island'/><title type='text'>Less than 24 hours to go.</title><content type='html'>Actually, there is exactly 12 hours to go. Right now it's 11 p.m and the fan meeting starts at 11 a.m. tomorrow. Homgosh, I'm so pumped, so excited, so exhilarated...! I was excited for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DBSK&lt;/span&gt; but the thought of actually seeing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FT Island&lt;/span&gt; UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL with their body heat, sweat and all sends shivers up my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through fan forums to pass the hours faster. Dammit, they arrived in KLIA on Thursday at 4.50pm and there were only about what, 30 people there to greet them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT??!?!!? SHIT. WHAT WAS I DOING ON THURSDAY AFTERNOON????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, I was at Sammie's place playing with her Wii. Argh, I would so give up an afternoon of Wii-ing (lol) to meet Won Bin up close. Too late now. I don't get to see them up close and now my arm hurts from all that moving around. The joints near my elbow hurt like hell whenever I hit it and I can't stretch properly. O_O But, from all that at least I got to beat Sammie's dad's record in training. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 POINTS&lt;/span&gt;!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...to make myself (and yourself, lol whatever) feel better, here are photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Full credit to posters on the FT Island Soompi forum.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in KLIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm33/byanbengong/27032008442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm33/byanbengong/27032008442.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm33/byanbengong/27032008453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm33/byanbengong/27032008453.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosh, knowing me the next time I go to the airport I'm going to rub my shoes and take photos around the departure hall JUST so I can say that F.T. Island stood in the same spot as me. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm33/byanbengong/27032008447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm33/byanbengong/27032008447.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, normally I don't like Min Hwan, he's my least favourite but HOMG SO CUTE! *glomps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm33/byanbengong/27032008456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm33/byanbengong/27032008456.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-0MYe4RcUI/AAAAAAAAA38/tEqtWgzRLkA/s1600-h/FTI_jonghun_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-0MYe4RcUI/AAAAAAAAA38/tEqtWgzRLkA/s320/FTI_jonghun_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182812360918790466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jong Hun arriving at a restaurant somewhere in KL called Izzi. (dammit, why wasn't I there -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.12 p.m., 11 hours and 48 minutes to go! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-4604518368739482981?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/4604518368739482981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=4604518368739482981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4604518368739482981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4604518368739482981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/03/less-than-24-hours-to-go.html' title='Less than 24 hours to go.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-0MYe4RcUI/AAAAAAAAA38/tEqtWgzRLkA/s72-c/FTI_jonghun_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-7794970211152085773</id><published>2008-03-24T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:57.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIERCE BITCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohkura the rat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FT Island'/><title type='text'>Ohkura, My Fierce.</title><content type='html'>School was boring today. Some teacher retired and everyone ended up spending the whole day mooching around. Staying back after school was alot more fun though. Prepared our tent decorations, went to the new art building to help with oil paintings/be a busybody and then went over the Vivian's to finalize our business transaction. I am now the proud owner of a pair of brand-new-never-worn-before-hand-carried-from-Japan pair of whore shoes. Spent the rest of my hours left flipping through fashion magazines, going through Vivian's closet, and swapping bargain and fashion tips, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the main attraction of this post today. Came home from school this afternoon and my mother informed me of our little "prisoner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fXtO4RcOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Cv7ZBm6ks-o/s1600-h/Ohkura+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fXtO4RcOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Cv7ZBm6ks-o/s320/Ohkura+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181347068401250530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fXsO4RcLI/AAAAAAAAA20/KF4q2Z0n6CE/s1600-h/Ohkura+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fXsO4RcLI/AAAAAAAAA20/KF4q2Z0n6CE/s320/Ohkura+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181347051221381298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he damn adorable?!! Take pity on the poor fella, he's swimming in my dustbin full of smelly rain water. My mother refuses to tip over to let him go because she feels that this poor little vermin deserves it. In a way I guess I understand, rats are vectors and spread diseases from one organism to another but HE IS JUST TOO DAMN CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sammie came over it was lagi sad cause when we were watching him, at one point he started squeaking and making air bubbles trying to breathe. He swam around the whole bin trying to escape while we watched him with sad eyes. :(  Anyway I proposed to name him Ratatouille, but Sammie was like, "Aw HELL NAW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hereby christen him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHKURA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystle is probably thinking as she reads this, 'WTF NICOLE YOU HATE HIM."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do hate Ohkura. But the resemblance is uncanny is it not? See for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohkura the Japanese idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fXsu4RcMI/AAAAAAAAA28/jHsZWsV0A3I/s1600-h/Ohkura+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fXsu4RcMI/AAAAAAAAA28/jHsZWsV0A3I/s320/Ohkura+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181347059811315906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohkura the drowning rat in my bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a0.vox.com/6a00cd96f8e9a44cd500cd972797f04cd5-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a0.vox.com/6a00cd96f8e9a44cd500cd972797f04cd5-500pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naming him Ohkura doesn't make me feel so bad after all. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fXs-4RcNI/AAAAAAAAA3E/FMGQVeQvtPg/s1600-h/Ohkura+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fXs-4RcNI/AAAAAAAAA3E/FMGQVeQvtPg/s320/Ohkura+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181347064106283218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures above were taken at around 5p.m-ish. Went for tuition and came back at 7. During class there was heavy downpour with lightning and wind and everything. I expected to get back to a dead corpse but nooooooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fYr-4RcQI/AAAAAAAAA3c/_My7enUlCYU/s1600-h/Ohkura+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fYr-4RcQI/AAAAAAAAA3c/_My7enUlCYU/s320/Ohkura+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181348146438041858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HE'S A LITTLE TROOPER! Ohkura YOU SO FIERCE! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fYsO4RcRI/AAAAAAAAA3k/lIYb9sJtomM/s1600-h/Ohkura+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fYsO4RcRI/AAAAAAAAA3k/lIYb9sJtomM/s320/Ohkura+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181348150733009170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Must be the McDonald's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fYse4RcSI/AAAAAAAAA3s/a-vcE1dwcDg/s1600-h/Ohkura+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fYse4RcSI/AAAAAAAAA3s/a-vcE1dwcDg/s320/Ohkura+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181348155027976482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sammie proposed I end his torture and just kill him off, but my mother told me if I added more water into the bin Ohkura might just swim out of the bin. -_-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, as I write this (approximately 1.07 AM) Ohkura is still out there (alive? who knows) and I will let you know his status when I check on him tomorrow morning. Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkura says "PEACE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fXue4RcPI/AAAAAAAAA3U/GFDwO0QH8w8/s1600-h/ohkura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fXue4RcPI/AAAAAAAAA3U/GFDwO0QH8w8/s320/ohkura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181347089876087026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fYsu4RcTI/AAAAAAAAA30/hXaJbKTgKkk/s1600-h/Ohkura+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fYsu4RcTI/AAAAAAAAA30/hXaJbKTgKkk/s320/Ohkura+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181348159322943794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 MORE DAYS.&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/36186989-7794970211152085773?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/7794970211152085773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=7794970211152085773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7794970211152085773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7794970211152085773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/03/ohkura-my-fierce.html' title='Ohkura, My Fierce.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-fXtO4RcOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Cv7ZBm6ks-o/s72-c/Ohkura+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-8856069491813265770</id><published>2008-03-20T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:58.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FT Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASHION'/><title type='text'>Escape from SS2</title><content type='html'>SO, as the title says I FINALLY went out today since...ages! Went to One U today to meet up with Rachel, Vivian, Elizabeth + other people, and to pick up my brand new totally gorgeous precious F.T. Island CD that Rachel reserved in Rock Corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-KbyO4RcJI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Aj0__I9nVVw/s1600-h/Stuff+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-KbyO4RcJI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Aj0__I9nVVw/s320/Stuff+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179873808719376530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costs freaking RM81.90! But I consoled myself when I opened it and found out there was a photobook, about 10 shop photos of each individual member and next Saturday it will be held and signed by F.T. Island themselves. (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at TGIF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-Kbwe4RcGI/AAAAAAAAA2M/dvvX52CR-0s/s1600-h/Stuff+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-Kbwe4RcGI/AAAAAAAAA2M/dvvX52CR-0s/s320/Stuff+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179873778654605410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-Kbxe4RcHI/AAAAAAAAA2U/XNRpbSk4Hss/s1600-h/Stuff+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-Kbxe4RcHI/AAAAAAAAA2U/XNRpbSk4Hss/s320/Stuff+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179873795834474610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-Kbx-4RcII/AAAAAAAAA2c/Ia7eT9ZYQNg/s1600-h/Stuff+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-Kbx-4RcII/AAAAAAAAA2c/Ia7eT9ZYQNg/s320/Stuff+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179873804424409218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did soooo much shopping today. Rachel and I actually wanted to go karaoke (Fact: it's Rachel's dream to belt out "I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Houston and mine is "My Heart Will Go On" by Celine Dion. Now you know) but the rest weren't keen and wanted to shop. Seeing as 2 people going karaoke by themselves is a very sad thing (in doramas), we decided to waste time wandering around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we went hunting for yellow T-shirts. F.T. Island's fan colour is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sunshine Yellow&lt;/span&gt;. I got mine for RM29.90 plus discount. xP Bought 2, one for concert and one for the fan meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I got this gorgeous dress from TopShop! Been eye-ing this for quite long and today they reduced the price, SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-Kbyu4RcKI/AAAAAAAAA2s/UICGFBx0Hu8/s1600-h/Stuff+041copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-Kbyu4RcKI/AAAAAAAAA2s/UICGFBx0Hu8/s320/Stuff+041copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179873817309311138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(wearing a hat, that's why half my head looks chopped off)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-8856069491813265770?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/8856069491813265770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=8856069491813265770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8856069491813265770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8856069491813265770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/03/escape-from-ss2.html' title='Escape from SS2'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R-KbyO4RcJI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Aj0__I9nVVw/s72-c/Stuff+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-345670843998691629</id><published>2008-03-18T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:25:00.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>12 days? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk, boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-345670843998691629?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/345670843998691629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=345670843998691629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/345670843998691629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/345670843998691629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-6241925558653179182</id><published>2008-03-12T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:58.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In this Digital Era</title><content type='html'>Went to the post office with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krystle&lt;/span&gt; today. We had to send in our exchange applications and weren't sure how to err... send a letter. Acted like jakuns while debating whether or not to line up not to line up. Argued over postal orders and money orders. In the end the guy at the counter who served us was really nice, really patient and really helpful. So kudos to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pos Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; for hiring such considerate workers. Kudos to the fella for answering our really dumb questions (do the stamps go left or right? How many stamps do we need to put? Where to buy ah? This postal order, where do I fill in? Post box outside right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Jotei&lt;/span&gt;!! It was really good and suspenseful but the ending was kind of...well not the kind of ending I wanted. I really wanted Ayaka to spit on Rina face or something but that didn't happen because Ayaka is a jotei and jotei have class and dignity. But I guess it satisfied everything, no loose ends anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing though, Jotei really gave me a good insight on the Host Club/Hostess Club world. As a person who wants to save up to go to one in the future, I really found the whole drama educational in some ways. Well, if my dreams of owning a Love Hotel don't happen, I aspire to be a club mama! I'll call my club "Nikko" like Nikko Hotel and I'll be known in the night world of Ginza as Nikko Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such are my fantasies. (they'll never happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of the Night Hosts. He parts his fellow hosts like Jesus (or was it Moses?) parts the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9gWRAmXPMI/AAAAAAAAA18/VbIDqQdbEBA/s1600-h/jotei.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9gWRAmXPMI/AAAAAAAAA18/VbIDqQdbEBA/s320/jotei.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176912253136878786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so hot, Ayaka will lick his shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9gWRgmXPNI/AAAAAAAAA2E/j2mZvc7P3mg/s1600-h/jotei2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9gWRgmXPNI/AAAAAAAAA2E/j2mZvc7P3mg/s320/jotei2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176912261726813394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love this dorama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-6241925558653179182?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/6241925558653179182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=6241925558653179182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6241925558653179182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6241925558653179182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-this-digital-era.html' title='In this Digital Era'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9gWRAmXPMI/AAAAAAAAA18/VbIDqQdbEBA/s72-c/jotei.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-4574367307132383447</id><published>2008-03-11T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:58.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMMIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's your birthday which means you're one step closer to learning how to drive! Think of all the concerts and fan meetings you can chauffeur me to and all those trips to the mall we can make without needing our parents. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; means we've been together for 9 years! May you have a happy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 17 &lt;/span&gt;and enjoy your Salsa CD (although you probably already have). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chu~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9a76AmXPLI/AAAAAAAAA10/rPSM02NTxIQ/s1600-h/mehandsammie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9a76AmXPLI/AAAAAAAAA10/rPSM02NTxIQ/s320/mehandsammie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176531426976677042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAMMIE GET A WII! GET A WII, OKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can play this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mauylrEK_vM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mauylrEK_vM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-4574367307132383447?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/4574367307132383447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=4574367307132383447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4574367307132383447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4574367307132383447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9a76AmXPLI/AAAAAAAAA10/rPSM02NTxIQ/s72-c/mehandsammie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1572105968815948421</id><published>2008-03-06T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:59.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIERCE BITCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>S'cuse the past few days for not updating. Had exams and now they're finally over, I can laze around at home and sew my mascot costume for Sports Day. I am not looking forward to handsewing a dress, but it has to be done. : ( [Bring on Project Runway Season 2! The episode where they had to make outfits using flowers from the market or something like that]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've never watched an episode of American Idol in my life (too boring) but oh God, this year I'm totally supporting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DANNY NORIEGA&lt;/span&gt;. Are all the David supporters blind? Look at Danny! He's the exact spitting image of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;KIM HEE CHUL&lt;/span&gt;. Danny is like, the American Hee Chul! If Idol doesn't work out for you Danny bb, go join a boyband. :) Better yet, go to Korea and join a boyband. :P Danny has the exact same face, same attitude, it's scary. But he's still a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIERCE BITCH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok the photos I put here don't really make them look alike, but I'm really not lying!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9ATBOR5QLI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3oQPfZTQIuU/s1600-h/dannychullie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9ATBOR5QLI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3oQPfZTQIuU/s320/dannychullie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174656883582648498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9ATEOR5QMI/AAAAAAAAA1c/_GgQQ6MOhsk/s1600-h/dannychullie3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9ATEOR5QMI/AAAAAAAAA1c/_GgQQ6MOhsk/s320/dannychullie3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174656935122256066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9ATEuR5QNI/AAAAAAAAA1k/WnLrhOifQGM/s1600-h/dannychullie2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9ATEuR5QNI/AAAAAAAAA1k/WnLrhOifQGM/s320/dannychullie2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174656943712190674" 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/36186989-1572105968815948421?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1572105968815948421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1572105968815948421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1572105968815948421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1572105968815948421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/03/pumpkin.html' title='Pumpkin'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R9ATBOR5QLI/AAAAAAAAA1U/3oQPfZTQIuU/s72-c/dannychullie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-9111131359259119109</id><published>2008-02-29T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:40:30.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIERCE BITCHES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASHION'/><title type='text'>FABOULOUS, FIERCE AND FEROSH.</title><content type='html'>The day I've been waiting since early February has arrived. Project Runway season 4 is finally airing on TV! Sure, Season 3 was a dud, season 2 was a classic and season 1 had Austin but the real reason I was anxiously waiting for this particular season to start is because of this man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/071001/christian_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/071001/christian_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends you fierce bitches, meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Christian Siriano&lt;/span&gt;. The fiercest bitch I've ever seen in my life like, oh my god! He's so fierce, he's ferosh. And that's short for ferocious, by the way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://denovomagazine.com/images/l_6c41ea6093e1c7cc22034641143ff735_1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://denovomagazine.com/images/l_6c41ea6093e1c7cc22034641143ff735_1_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christian is very hard to describe. In his own words, he's "Kind of fierce and kind of a celebrity- but in my own head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of his best quotes:&lt;br /&gt;"If I were a diva, my name would be ferosh."&lt;br /&gt;"I'd rather buy clothes than buy a bed."&lt;br /&gt;"Omygosh I'm gonna die."&lt;br /&gt;"The judges might, die over it, or they might die because of it."&lt;br /&gt;"I love Asia, Asians are fierce."    (YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;"....and that's a pretty big deal because I've met some pretty fierce bitches up in my life."&lt;br /&gt;"Godawful hideous!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ohmygod I'm gonna die of barfness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best for last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIERCE&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't believe that Christian is the fiercest bitch you've ever seen? Watch this video. I guarantee you'll be converted. (I've already made 2 cynical Project Runway haters to Christian worshippers. Hoho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u74A7iehaQY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u74A7iehaQY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay fierce bitches. Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ferosha Coutura &lt;/span&gt;might come after you to spray hairspray into your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-9111131359259119109?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/9111131359259119109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=9111131359259119109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/9111131359259119109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/9111131359259119109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/02/faboulous-fierce-and-ferosh.html' title='FABOULOUS, FIERCE AND FEROSH.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-8389018322603709208</id><published>2008-02-23T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:59.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FT Island'/><title type='text'>SEA Forensics// F.T. Island</title><content type='html'>Woke up around 7.30 a.m. today to go for the SEA Forensics Tournament in ISKL. Picked up Ness and got there around 8. First thing I saw when I got off the car was this HOT HOT Korean (or could be Japanese) boy in front of me. I'm good at sightseeing. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First show was solo acting. Not bad. I loved the tranny kindergarten teacher and the Russian drama teacher. Then it was Impromptu, and onto to Original Oratory. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUDA HWAITING! &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was pretty much awesome but I sorta fell asleep during Extemporaneous because one of the male contestants had the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMOOTHEST&lt;/span&gt; voices ever. Seriously, he had such a smooth and sexy voice, like the ones you hear on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really get to sightsee the school but I guess for RM50 000+ school fees a year, everything was in tip-top shape. (got this list off the ISKL website)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R8BHVWNym_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/wOZU8zqq-MM/s1600-h/iskl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R8BHVWNym_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/wOZU8zqq-MM/s320/iskl.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170210804287577074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if the students study there know how much their education at that school costs. I thought RM23 000 for the AFS year exchange was my arm and leg, but RM53 160 to study for one year in a school in Malaysia not inclusive of lunch break meals, Land and Building Fund, school trip, registration fee, etc etc, is going to cost me my whole body. Then again, why should I care, most of the kids studying there are expats with rich mummies and daddies whose companies foot the school bill. Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, I managed to get my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.T. Island&lt;/span&gt; concert tickets today. :D MUCHO THANK YOU TO MY AMAZING AND AWESOME UNCLE. HIS BEING IS MERE PROOF THAT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MY UNCLE &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; YOURS&lt;/span&gt;. Unless you have some rich, dying uncle giving you his loaded inheritance then I suppose yes, YOURS&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third row from the stage. xD xD xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-8389018322603709208?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/8389018322603709208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=8389018322603709208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8389018322603709208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8389018322603709208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/02/sea-forensics-ft-island.html' title='SEA Forensics// F.T. Island'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R8BHVWNym_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/wOZU8zqq-MM/s72-c/iskl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-3060260393962198403</id><published>2008-02-21T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T04:32:11.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays, Bad Jokes and Bad Losers</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging because I haven't felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17 Feb (Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inessa's 17th birthday. Went for dinner party and slept over. Kinda spent most of the night listening to music, watching Bring It On 4 and playing Harry Potter trivia. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 Feb (Tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball tournament held in school. Played photographer for the day and the next. Anyway, when I saw some of the visiting schools' outfits, I was immediately reminded of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So Nyuh Shi Dae (Girls' Generation)&lt;/span&gt;. So cute right? Imagine if a team DID come with straw hats. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Samad&lt;/span&gt; girls looked like cheerleaders though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/715/2007102508453210021yi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/715/2007102508453210021yi2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.soompi.com/files/images/119327313311_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.soompi.com/files/images/119327313311_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Replace the croquet bats with netball balls. x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is officially bad joke week. I'm going to sneeze now. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"AJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"&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/36186989-3060260393962198403?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/3060260393962198403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=3060260393962198403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3060260393962198403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3060260393962198403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthdays-bad-jokes-and-bad-losers.html' title='Birthdays, Bad Jokes and Bad Losers'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-8322062874443243600</id><published>2008-02-14T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T07:59:52.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AJOO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><title type='text'>I hereby declare today AJOO DAY</title><content type='html'>It's amazing what a 30 sec clip can do. Been obsessed with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AJOO&lt;/span&gt; for like 3 days already and all I've seen so far are two short videos and a handful of pictures. (i'm such a sucker for hot fellas) But it's all gonna end, because he's debuting on Valentine's today! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like torturing people and this is my blog...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/7439/ajoo11fp8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/7439/ajoo11fp8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/7012/ajoo7sk0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/7012/ajoo7sk0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/2386/ajoo3xn6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/2386/ajoo3xn6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/401/ajoo5ws0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img218.imageshack.us/img218/401/ajoo5ws0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vQyCrQA8hTo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vQyCrQA8hTo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new TV Show, "Suspicious Fan Club". (Lol, whut?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O2EUog9RF3E&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O2EUog9RF3E&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Valentine's! 愛してる! 사랑해!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-8322062874443243600?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/8322062874443243600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=8322062874443243600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8322062874443243600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8322062874443243600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hereby-declare-today-ajoo-day.html' title='I hereby declare today AJOO DAY'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1036925219513926222</id><published>2008-02-11T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:59.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AJOO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><title type='text'>AJOO-shi</title><content type='html'>Roll on Valentine's Day! New K-pop singer AJOO (OMG ISN'T HE HOT, WATCH THE VID EVEN HOTTER) is set to debut his new single "First Kiss" on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm looking forward to Valentine's for all the wrong reasons. T_T Not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R7CComNym-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/swrbjRLEBHc/s1600-h/ajoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R7CComNym-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/swrbjRLEBHc/s320/ajoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165772406558727138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wV-XyJc1LIs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wV-XyJc1LIs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1036925219513926222?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1036925219513926222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1036925219513926222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1036925219513926222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1036925219513926222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/02/ajoo-shi.html' title='AJOO-shi'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R7CComNym-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/swrbjRLEBHc/s72-c/ajoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-7347808579111766500</id><published>2008-02-05T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:18:19.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Month</title><content type='html'>CNY eve dinner with family tomorrow. We're having homemade sukiyaki/shabu-shabu/steamboat all in one. :) Anyway, checklist to achieve this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Collect at least RM800 of ang pao's this month&lt;br /&gt;(last year was RM1000+. I'm getting older, so it's getting less, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Send in exchange application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Buy new shoes. And new bag. From....TopShop :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;Study for exams (need grades for scholarship. Still a low possibility. ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Finish homework&lt;br /&gt;(already got scolded by Add Maths teacher indirectly yesterday. IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN. Dammit, that woman knows how to work my conscience!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Get camera repaired. (DAMMIT, HE DIED AGAIN.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Finish a drama. Any drama. Probably Kame's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Present for Ines' birthday. What to get....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, don't want to kill myself trying anything else. Next month will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.T. Island&lt;/span&gt; and then from there on its &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;stress, stress, stress&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, everyone go download &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Metro Station&lt;/span&gt;! I'm so over the indie/emo/rock/electronica phase since last year but Metro Station are really, really, really good! They pretty much blow all the indie shit everyone's listening to right now like Paramore (EW). &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;METRO STATION FTW&lt;/span&gt;. You heard it from me first. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-7347808579111766500?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/7347808579111766500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=7347808579111766500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7347808579111766500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7347808579111766500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/02/money-month.html' title='Money Month'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-8322986578012968197</id><published>2008-02-03T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:21:55.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be all that singing...</title><content type='html'>(Nearly) lost my voice today. -_- Now I understand what it feels like to have a permanent falsetto all day plus coughing/hacking/phlegm. Gaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweeney Todd&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sammie&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. For those of you who told me it was disappointing (who cares, watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthony&lt;/span&gt;!), why did no one mention there was going to be so much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;GORE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BLOOD&lt;/span&gt;? There was one particular scene that was so chilling I practically screamed in the cinema while Sammie the coward covered her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why Anthony was so familiar! He was featured in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teen Vogue Young Hollywood&lt;/span&gt; issue, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamie Campbell Bower&lt;/span&gt;. That scene where he gets kicked and punched by the fat man and there's blood dripping all over his face is the hottest of all. And then he sings "Joanna, I feeeeeel you." and I swear I could feel my heart going "doki doki".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow, don't know how I'm going to survive if I can't talk. U_U&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-8322986578012968197?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/8322986578012968197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=8322986578012968197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8322986578012968197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8322986578012968197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/02/must-be-all-that-singing.html' title='Must be all that singing...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1428029377036531951</id><published>2008-02-01T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:43:03.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>He's My 바보사랑 (Foolish Love)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Japan Visit, Part 2. (Bishounen Special)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the title says, let's go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoshida Masahiro&lt;/span&gt;. Japanese street style personified and my love at first sight. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Check out that hair. That Gucci bag. Those UGG boots. That slouchy "I-don't-care" street style that I see all over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRUiTS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUNE &lt;/span&gt;magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Excuse the blacked out faces. I blacked everyone that isn't Japanese out because they aren't important and this blogger is jealous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MyGqIp23I/AAAAAAAAAy8/GqQ0-ikMc28/s1600-h/sarangfashion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MyGqIp23I/AAAAAAAAAy8/GqQ0-ikMc28/s320/sarangfashion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162024687867911026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MxgqIp21I/AAAAAAAAAys/OsOWYI1n55Q/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MxgqIp21I/AAAAAAAAAys/OsOWYI1n55Q/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162024035032882002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MxhKIp22I/AAAAAAAAAy0/hGLK6bJWtes/s1600-h/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MxhKIp22I/AAAAAAAAAy0/hGLK6bJWtes/s320/pic5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162024043622816610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masahiro-kun. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mv0KIp2wI/AAAAAAAAAyE/vsqGMyLA3Eo/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mv0KIp2wI/AAAAAAAAAyE/vsqGMyLA3Eo/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162022171017075458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taekwondo boy. Check out the nip slip. OMG A NIP SLIP. *nosebleeds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mv0qIp2xI/AAAAAAAAAyM/BEREf5JvvwY/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mv0qIp2xI/AAAAAAAAAyM/BEREf5JvvwY/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162022179607010066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mv06Ip2yI/AAAAAAAAAyU/f7oG44YL1BM/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mv06Ip2yI/AAAAAAAAAyU/f7oG44YL1BM/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162022183901977378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foolish love playing congkak. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mv1aIp2zI/AAAAAAAAAyc/aQqbKCutV48/s1600-h/DSC05167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mv1aIp2zI/AAAAAAAAAyc/aQqbKCutV48/s320/DSC05167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162022192491911986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mv16Ip20I/AAAAAAAAAyk/VhkfktJLcH4/s1600-h/DSC05165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mv16Ip20I/AAAAAAAAAyk/VhkfktJLcH4/s320/DSC05165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162022201081846594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left is Syahira's boy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tatsuya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;Ueda&lt;/s&gt;. He's so hot. And the right is Wen Chian's, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuusuke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mu36Ip2rI/AAAAAAAAAxc/k1J03Qy6BZo/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mu36Ip2rI/AAAAAAAAAxc/k1J03Qy6BZo/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162021135929957042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He may be ugly but damn he got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S-T-Y-L-E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mu4KIp2sI/AAAAAAAAAxk/4pDsIw5tifY/s1600-h/sarang5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mu4KIp2sI/AAAAAAAAAxk/4pDsIw5tifY/s320/sarang5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162021140224924354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, it's leopard print cowboy hat boy! He took off his pink checked sweater. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mu4aIp2tI/AAAAAAAAAxs/hY0XXmHllSk/s1600-h/sarang4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mu4aIp2tI/AAAAAAAAAxs/hY0XXmHllSk/s320/sarang4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162021144519891666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mu46Ip2uI/AAAAAAAAAx0/xHNMZOjqDFw/s1600-h/sarang3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mu46Ip2uI/AAAAAAAAAx0/xHNMZOjqDFw/s320/sarang3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162021153109826274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mu5aIp2vI/AAAAAAAAAx8/ON5MCpYdWc0/s1600-h/sarang2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Mu5aIp2vI/AAAAAAAAAx8/ON5MCpYdWc0/s320/sarang2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162021161699760882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MuAqIp2mI/AAAAAAAAAw0/KtSNSncTc74/s1600-h/sarang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MuAqIp2mI/AAAAAAAAAw0/KtSNSncTc74/s320/sarang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162020186742184546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leopard print cowboy hat boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MuBaIp2nI/AAAAAAAAAw8/x3Hwp5fP5vw/s1600-h/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MuBaIp2nI/AAAAAAAAAw8/x3Hwp5fP5vw/s320/pic4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162020199627086450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taekwondo boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MuB6Ip2oI/AAAAAAAAAxE/gCJAB_3D3LA/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MuB6Ip2oI/AAAAAAAAAxE/gCJAB_3D3LA/s320/pic3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162020208217021058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatsuya. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MuCKIp2pI/AAAAAAAAAxM/JnQneQA091A/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MuCKIp2pI/AAAAAAAAAxM/JnQneQA091A/s320/pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162020212511988370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatsuya. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MuCqIp2qI/AAAAAAAAAxU/myEnc80EAZY/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6MuCqIp2qI/AAAAAAAAAxU/myEnc80EAZY/s320/pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162020221101922978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't even received anything from Phaik May yet. 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Prior to the event everyone was going mad choosing their partners, buying souvenirs and now it all leads up to this awaited day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.15 am. Waiting for students to arrive. (me, left; Rachel, right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HOYaIp12I/AAAAAAAAAq0/N7syXyudXb8/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HOYaIp12I/AAAAAAAAAq0/N7syXyudXb8/s320/Japan+Visit+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161633566671099746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The welcoming party, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HOZqIp15I/AAAAAAAAArM/ymhqIKiFxnw/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HOZqIp15I/AAAAAAAAArM/ymhqIKiFxnw/s320/Japan+Visit+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161633588145936274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.30 a.m.&lt;/span&gt; Living up to their Japanese standards, they were EXACTLY on time. Everyone was pushing and squealing when we saw them, manbags/handbags/awesome hair and all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HOY6Ip13I/AAAAAAAAAq8/SO81Gwz-zH0/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HOY6Ip13I/AAAAAAAAAq8/SO81Gwz-zH0/s320/Japan+Visit+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161633575261034354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HOZ6Ip16I/AAAAAAAAArU/cCK2O_2dfvw/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HOZ6Ip16I/AAAAAAAAArU/cCK2O_2dfvw/s320/Japan+Visit+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161633592440903586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HOZKIp14I/AAAAAAAAArE/WYRtlBjCgNk/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HOZKIp14I/AAAAAAAAArE/WYRtlBjCgNk/s320/Japan+Visit+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161633579556001666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing on the itinerary was breakfast for the Japanese. So while they ate, us Assuntarians just kinda sat around and ogled at everyone. Me? I just kinda sat there and stared at some Harajuku look-alikes wondering if I would have the guts to up to them introduce myself and ask if they like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAT-TUN&lt;/span&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HPkKIp19I/AAAAAAAAArs/EZZYxAOXEHM/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HPkKIp19I/AAAAAAAAArs/EZZYxAOXEHM/s320/Japan+Visit+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161634868046190546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HPkaIp1-I/AAAAAAAAAr0/FkmVDoR1W_4/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HPkaIp1-I/AAAAAAAAAr0/FkmVDoR1W_4/s320/Japan+Visit+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161634872341157858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravery struck me somewhere halfway and I requested a pic with this group of girls. They were so nice, smiling and waving and not minding my accented Japanese. And yes, they like KAT-TUN. Guess who their favourite member is? *wiggles eyebrows* &gt;:)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HPk6Ip1_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/d1_h60syWIg/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HPk6Ip1_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/d1_h60syWIg/s320/Japan+Visit+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161634880931092466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating everyone was allowed to mingle around and talk to the students. Obviously, I approached all the girls and typical conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohaiyo gozaimas, Nikoru des."&lt;br /&gt;"Ohaiyo, (insert name here) des!"&lt;br /&gt;"KAT-TUN daisuki des ka?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Got a bunch of answers but most of them liked Kazuya. Uwaaaa, so happy. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we were supposed to escort our students to the hall. That's where I met my student, Takuma Mizumoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hall, got seated and then there were boring speeches. Tried to talk to my guy in between. Turns out he doesn't understand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANY &lt;/span&gt;English other than "Hello", "Thank you", "Sorry" and "Goodbye". So throughout the whole day, I communicated via my broken Japanese and hand gestures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HPjqIp18I/AAAAAAAAArk/-nrg_hjxspY/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HPjqIp18I/AAAAAAAAArk/-nrg_hjxspY/s320/Japan+Visit+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161634859456255938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HggaIp2jI/AAAAAAAAAwc/gEyVrtiyBRs/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HggaIp2jI/AAAAAAAAAwc/gEyVrtiyBRs/s320/Japan+Visit+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161653495319353906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the speeches, we had to take our students to get changed into their 'costumes' for their own dance showcase. Everyone came out wearing a sort of Japanese kimono called a "happi". My uncle told me it's usually used for festivals and shopkeepers or something like that. Whatever, everyone looked hot in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to sing our school songs. Nose High went first and my guy showed me the lyrics. OMONA, I'm so happy I can read most of it! So excited, but didn't know the tune so I kept quiet. Apparently they were singing something about mountains and rivers.  &gt;.&gt; Then during our school song, my guy tried to sing along but he sounded so deadpan about it I had to turn away else I laugh really loudly in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was the Malay mock wedding. Everyone got a bit excited for that. Not sure how to say 'wedding' in Japanese so I told him: "Onna, Otoko, couple." LAWL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takuma told me the word on their back means "might".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HPjaIp17I/AAAAAAAAArc/-sc_40O_sYs/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HPjaIp17I/AAAAAAAAArc/-sc_40O_sYs/s320/Japan+Visit+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161634855161288626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HfMaIp2eI/AAAAAAAAAv0/sUAhpFB2xEU/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HfMaIp2eI/AAAAAAAAAv0/sUAhpFB2xEU/s320/Japan+Visit+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161652052210342370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so before we get any further let me tell you on how I fell head over heels in love with this fella in the picture below. His name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoshida Masahiro&lt;/span&gt; and he is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100% S-T-Y-L-I-S-H&lt;/span&gt;. I'm seriously in love with him, not joking. Ever since he left I can't stop thinking about him. When he first arrived everyone was ogling at his hair because he looked electrocuted or something but it's what he wore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wore a light pink loose polo shirt, 3/4 ripped jeans and a pair of UGG boots! My god, UGG boots in Malaysia? His feet must stink so bad. Combine that with the fact he carried around a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUCCI&lt;/span&gt; handbag and another manbag (which we later found out cased all his hairsprays and large mirror), assorted necklaces, bracelets, earrings etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love. And guess what, during the speeches and things, he sat directly behind me. So everytime I pretended to talk to Phaik May (his partner), I'd stare at him in awe. Oh, it's love at first sight. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HfM6Ip2fI/AAAAAAAAAv8/dtzVVZrVWFI/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HfM6Ip2fI/AAAAAAAAAv8/dtzVVZrVWFI/s320/Japan+Visit+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161652060800276978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fella I thought was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HfPKIp2gI/AAAAAAAAAwE/C1jMt-ljAqE/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HfPKIp2gI/AAAAAAAAAwE/C1jMt-ljAqE/s320/Japan+Visit+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161652099454982658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone checking out the akad nikah (?) Is that what the blessing part with the bunga telur is called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Hb4KIp2ZI/AAAAAAAAAvM/NEGRxsd7DOI/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Hb4KIp2ZI/AAAAAAAAAvM/NEGRxsd7DOI/s320/Japan+Visit+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161648405783107986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapped photos of willing STYLISH students. They were so nice to me. I actually mistook the fella in the middle with specs for a girl, but when he turned around, he turned out to be a guy. EVEN BETTER. I LOVE GIRLY BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Hb46Ip2aI/AAAAAAAAAvU/3KS9kTWq-lA/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Hb46Ip2aI/AAAAAAAAAvU/3KS9kTWq-lA/s320/Japan+Visit+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161648418668009890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Hb5aIp2bI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_dSu-EsQyM4/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Hb5aIp2bI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_dSu-EsQyM4/s320/Japan+Visit+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161648427257944498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Hb6KIp2cI/AAAAAAAAAvk/LKoxPqT56hw/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Hb6KIp2cI/AAAAAAAAAvk/LKoxPqT56hw/s320/Japan+Visit+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161648440142846402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takuma, me and Rachel. Yeah, well he didn't turn out liked I hoped he would but whatever, I'm not complaining. He looks better in real life than in photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Hb6aIp2dI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-n542DsaKNY/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Hb6aIp2dI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-n542DsaKNY/s320/Japan+Visit+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161648444437813714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HW5qIp2UI/AAAAAAAAAuk/rBJKkywtkfw/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HW5qIp2UI/AAAAAAAAAuk/rBJKkywtkfw/s320/Japan+Visit+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161642933994772802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lining up to bless the 'couple'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HW56Ip2VI/AAAAAAAAAus/mEn0yrqhrsM/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HW56Ip2VI/AAAAAAAAAus/mEn0yrqhrsM/s320/Japan+Visit+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161642938289740114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, my camera died somewhere along here, blur pic. Stylish haircuts ahoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HW6aIp2WI/AAAAAAAAAu0/NLGGpwwnwOs/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HW6aIp2WI/AAAAAAAAAu0/NLGGpwwnwOs/s320/Japan+Visit+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161642946879674722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiran and me with her student, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naoya&lt;/span&gt;. He's so short and he was so cute! He smelt really good too. Everyone keeps saying he's really girly cause everytime he looks at you, he'd give you this shy girly look that only girls would give to their crushes. You know, when you steal glances under your eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(curse the bitch at the back with her kissy face. she ruined my photo. &gt;:O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HW66Ip2XI/AAAAAAAAAu8/zZ7rVYN8puQ/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HW66Ip2XI/AAAAAAAAAu8/zZ7rVYN8puQ/s320/Japan+Visit+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161642955469609330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Chian with her Japanese meditator.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HVIaIp2PI/AAAAAAAAAt8/l8mzfKMdkUY/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HVIaIp2PI/AAAAAAAAAt8/l8mzfKMdkUY/s320/Japan+Visit+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161640988374587634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so halfway somewhere after the wedding there were Indian, Chinese and Malay dances. Everyone got a bit excited during the Indian dance, because...who doesn't? Indians are reknowned for their enthusiastic dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl below sat next to me in the hall. She was so cute, can't remember her name though. Anyway I introduced myself then she introduced herself and her friend who was sitting behind. She and her friend both like KAT-TUN and her favourite was Kazuya while the friend liked Jin. I was like, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kamenashi Kazuya sugoii kakoii!&lt;/span&gt;" (remember? Mikiko taught me this in Japan. xD) And she was so excited she started blubbering to me in Japanese (no idea what she said). Oh and during our school presentation (slideshow of our school or something) there was a picture of Sister Enda, our school founder. At a loss of how to say nun in Japanese I told her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, Kamenashi new dorama? One pound no fukuin? Sister Angela? Same! Sister Enda, Sister Angela, SAME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, she was funny. She went all, "hontoni? Uwaaa." And told me about One Pound Gospel showing in Japan now and stuff. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HVI6Ip2QI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wH4OgurbBpQ/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HVI6Ip2QI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wH4OgurbBpQ/s320/Japan+Visit+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161640996964522242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fella in front had cool hair and specs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HVJKIp2RI/AAAAAAAAAuM/mwjgvTG6Lys/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HVJKIp2RI/AAAAAAAAAuM/mwjgvTG6Lys/s320/Japan+Visit+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161641001259489554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome hair, but not as awesome as my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOSHIDA MASAHIRO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HVJqIp2SI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Ut0fgtN9hAo/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HVJqIp2SI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Ut0fgtN9hAo/s320/Japan+Visit+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161641009849424162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was their turn to perform. The Japanese students started with a Taekwondo performance led by one really HOT black belt.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HW7qIp2YI/AAAAAAAAAvE/r8jkEA536jE/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HW7qIp2YI/AAAAAAAAAvE/r8jkEA536jE/s320/Japan+Visit+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161642968354511234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HVKKIp2TI/AAAAAAAAAuc/kZVw3EbpPNE/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HVKKIp2TI/AAAAAAAAAuc/kZVw3EbpPNE/s320/Japan+Visit+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161641018439358770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I want your shirt to open up please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HT06Ip2KI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ME3jUyHlCq0/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HT06Ip2KI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ME3jUyHlCq0/s320/Japan+Visit+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161639553855510690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HT1qIp2LI/AAAAAAAAAtc/SnF1dLI7bho/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HT1qIp2LI/AAAAAAAAAtc/SnF1dLI7bho/s320/Japan+Visit+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161639566740412594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot girly boy with his AWESOME Japanese handphones. Japanese handphones are awesome by default. Because they can rotate, have 5 megapixel cameras and you can even watch live TV with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HT3qIp2MI/AAAAAAAAAtk/1chTB9tQgBA/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HT3qIp2MI/AAAAAAAAAtk/1chTB9tQgBA/s320/Japan+Visit+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161639601100150978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOAR AWESOME HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HT4qIp2NI/AAAAAAAAAts/BklqUkxI43s/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HT4qIp2NI/AAAAAAAAAts/BklqUkxI43s/s320/Japan+Visit+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161639618280020178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naoya. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HT5aIp2OI/AAAAAAAAAt0/dTGaxRiNGVo/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HT5aIp2OI/AAAAAAAAAt0/dTGaxRiNGVo/s320/Japan+Visit+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161639631164922082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taekwondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HSc6Ip2FI/AAAAAAAAAss/9qaZj1HFh0Q/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HSc6Ip2FI/AAAAAAAAAss/9qaZj1HFh0Q/s320/Japan+Visit+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161638042027022418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Taekwondo was their Japanese dance. Apparently, their school has a dance club and everyone here were members. The dance was really interesting. They had to dance with clappers or "naruko" in their hands. I have a video of the dance but it's a bit blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HSeKIp2GI/AAAAAAAAAs0/rpvDqHm2maM/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HSeKIp2GI/AAAAAAAAAs0/rpvDqHm2maM/s320/Japan+Visit+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161638063501858914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HSeaIp2HI/AAAAAAAAAs8/gCa9wQ6Yte0/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HSeaIp2HI/AAAAAAAAAs8/gCa9wQ6Yte0/s320/Japan+Visit+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161638067796826226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Towards the end of the dance somewhere, my camera lens died and shit happened. I'm so pissed off with it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOAR PICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HSfaIp2II/AAAAAAAAAtE/pGA6OrBBHZM/s1600-h/msn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HSfaIp2II/AAAAAAAAAtE/pGA6OrBBHZM/s320/msn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161638084976695426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus kissy face fucker. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HSg6Ip2JI/AAAAAAAAAtM/VOEUBiQkWG0/s1600-h/msn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HSg6Ip2JI/AAAAAAAAAtM/VOEUBiQkWG0/s320/msn2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161638110746499218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN! We made ketupat and played congkak. Let me tell you people something, as a Malaysian I have NEVER folded ketupat in my life or even touched a congkak set before. Regardless, I had to teach Takuma how to do both. And you know what, he managed to everything after one try. YES, EVEN THE KETUPAT. Mine tak jadi, but Rachel taught him the weave and not long after he had a nice square ketupat in his hands. I told him that it was a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysian gyoza&lt;/span&gt;". He had a great laugh about that. What? Gyoza is dumpling isn't it? What would you call a ketupat in Japanese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing congkak. We taught him one round and in the next he was a congkak expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HgfqIp2hI/AAAAAAAAAwM/jvC1c3ya9ds/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HgfqIp2hI/AAAAAAAAAwM/jvC1c3ya9ds/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161653482434451986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pitted him against another n00b. Our fella totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PWNED&lt;/span&gt; this dude. So proud of him. *o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Hgf6Ip2iI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HrJKO3gK8aw/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6Hgf6Ip2iI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HrJKO3gK8aw/s320/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161653486729419298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the congkak there was lunch of nasi lemak and fruits. My poor fella does not know how to eat spicy food so only had rice, eggs and fried chicken. I told him Malaysian curry was not like Japanese curry. You should've have seen his face when I told him it was spicy. LOLWORTHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went round to take photos with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LOVER. ♥ HE MAY BE (slightly) UGLY BUT IT'S WHAT HE WEARS WITH SUCH FINESSE. See the Gucci manbag? See? SEE?! :D :D :D Yoshida Masahiro-kun, aishiteru! I told him I loved his hair and shoes and he was like "Oh, SANKYUU SANKYUU! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HQkaIp2CI/AAAAAAAAAsU/YPSn9i7ix34/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HQkaIp2CI/AAAAAAAAAsU/YPSn9i7ix34/s320/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161635971852785698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchanged &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omiyage&lt;/span&gt; with Takuma. He gave me 2 fans,  one really pretty fabric postcard, a bookmark and  his naruko. Posing with the fan he gave:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HQkKIp2BI/AAAAAAAAAsM/VeQ42GgBNoI/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HQkKIp2BI/AAAAAAAAAsM/VeQ42GgBNoI/s320/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161635967557818386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but did I mention the best present of all? HE GAVE ME HIS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPI&lt;/span&gt;! Uwaaa, I was SO HAPPY TO GET HIS HAPPI! URESHII DES!!! XD  It came straight off his back, sweat and all.  Right now, it's hanging in my room and I'm never washing it because I have original, pure 100% Japanese male hormonal sweat and DNA in the form of a happi. It smells good by the way. :P But I look like Harry Potter when I wear it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With another cute fella. I think he looks abit like Tackey. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HQkqIp2DI/AAAAAAAAAsc/V4oanAy3xeI/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HQkqIp2DI/AAAAAAAAAsc/V4oanAy3xeI/s320/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161635976147753010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naoya again and some girl who also like KAT-TUN. xD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HQk6Ip2EI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ACQ0Mn9AIEo/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HQk6Ip2EI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ACQ0Mn9AIEo/s320/Image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161635980442720322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dude on the far left side is SO SO SO SO HOT. He had such pale eyes he might be of mixed heritage. Hot guy, hot guy, me, hot guy, 2 KAT-TUN fangirls. :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HQj6Ip2AI/AAAAAAAAAsE/2TpCGvQgxRE/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HQj6Ip2AI/AAAAAAAAAsE/2TpCGvQgxRE/s320/Image034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161635963262851074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, another piccu of Naoya. Dammit, why do I have so many of him. But he's cute regardless. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HvMaIp2lI/AAAAAAAAAws/cry6NCeEh8E/s1600-h/Takeda-chan+LOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HvMaIp2lI/AAAAAAAAAws/cry6NCeEh8E/s320/Takeda-chan+LOL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161669644396386898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/P/S&lt;/span&gt;: Someone told me Masahiro has &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sunglasses. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/P/P/S&lt;/span&gt;: I love Japanese boys. Everytime you take a picture with them, the "peace sign" automatically comes up. *sigh* and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their style, their clothes, their HAIR&lt;/span&gt; aksjksdjkjkjkl*spazzes* Did I mention one dude was wearing a hot pink sweater and a leopard print cowboy hat? HOW CAN YOU BEAT SUCH AWESOME STYLE? :O :O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will be back in the next post with more pics of MASAHIRO when I get it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-3951302186768983312?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/3951302186768983312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=3951302186768983312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3951302186768983312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3951302186768983312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/01/nose-high-school-osaka.html' title='Nose High School, Osaka'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6HOYaIp12I/AAAAAAAAAq0/N7syXyudXb8/s72-c/Japan+Visit+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-2950288108869210447</id><published>2008-01-30T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:43:10.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Love at first sight</title><content type='html'>I think I'm in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6CMTKIp10I/AAAAAAAAAqk/EkgI0njbdtA/s1600-h/Japan+Visit+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6CMTKIp10I/AAAAAAAAAqk/EkgI0njbdtA/s320/Japan+Visit+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161279433732642626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Object of my desire. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6CMTaIp11I/AAAAAAAAAqs/yFwqZ9EY3jU/s1600-h/msn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6CMTaIp11I/AAAAAAAAAqs/yFwqZ9EY3jU/s320/msn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161279438027609938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl on the left and the rest are guys ok?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update tomorrow. Really. *sigh* Why are Japanese boys like planets away from Malaysian ones? : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-2950288108869210447?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/2950288108869210447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=2950288108869210447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2950288108869210447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2950288108869210447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R6CMTKIp10I/AAAAAAAAAqk/EkgI0njbdtA/s72-c/Japan+Visit+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-7872796320156415118</id><published>2008-01-29T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T08:35:38.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kazuya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><title type='text'>Slightly Off-topic</title><content type='html'>WHAT'S HOTTER THAN KAME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;KAME WEARING EYELINER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kameeeeee, why must you do this to me. I'm supposed to study this year but you just HAD to come out with a new dorama, song, video, wear eyeliner AND DO THAT HOT LIP THING. (AND IT'S HOTTER THAN JIN'S!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALL ME THE BIASED FANGIRL BUT I DON'T CARE. KAZUYAFTW.&lt;br /&gt;whyareyousohotinLIPS. why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-7872796320156415118?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/7872796320156415118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=7872796320156415118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7872796320156415118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7872796320156415118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/01/slightly-off-topic.html' title='Slightly Off-topic'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-3925369600844017006</id><published>2008-01-27T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:43:12.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Cross-Country 2008 // Folding ketupat in honour of...</title><content type='html'>Saturday (26 Jan 2008)  morning was spent running our school's annual Cross-Country/Jogathon thingy. Whatever, it's not like I participate seriously in the damn thing anyway. For the past 2 years I've been running the thing myself but this year I hung back and finished it with Rachel because we had important matters to discuss ('Tell Me' dance and Takuma ;D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done, Inessa, her sis and I ran like hell to the school gate only to be stopped by the androgynous school guard. In the end her mother had to intervene and Assunta students would be really jealous when they found out what we managed to get from Puan Sarala (READ: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lifetime exit pass with teacher permission anytime/anyday for any event!&lt;/span&gt;) Anyway, Ines dropped me off home, I showered and passed out on my bed till 6 where I woke up, got online and chatted to Wen Chian till dinnertime. Heh, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, I managed to get to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nodame Cantabile&lt;/span&gt; episode 5 today! :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CHIAKI-SAMA, AISHITERU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;SO, it's Sunday now and the Japanese students are visiting on Wednesday. ^_^ If I said I wasn't excited I'd be lying. Because somewhere deep in my heart I am a teensy weensy bit excited to be able to rub shoulders (literally) with a real Japanese boy. (Not that I didn't in Japan, but still!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thought I'd keep the excitement running by showing you what my host student looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takuma Mizumoto, 17 and from what I can see, not bad looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5ycM6Ip1zI/AAAAAAAAAqc/N_E7mEAuqeM/s1600-h/takuma.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5ycM6Ip1zI/AAAAAAAAAqc/N_E7mEAuqeM/s320/takuma.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160171018637662002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Wen Chian sent over some photos of everyone else and these are the ones that really stood out. (Names and addresses have been censored for security reasons. :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy isn't handsome but OMONA, his HAIR IS ♥!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5ybZaIp1xI/AAAAAAAAAqM/rAZ0VHDFEzM/s1600-h/jap2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5ybZaIp1xI/AAAAAAAAAqM/rAZ0VHDFEzM/s320/jap2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160170133874398994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the prettier girls I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5ybZKIp1vI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Tw3frUlJ47s/s1600-h/jap3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5ybZKIp1vI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Tw3frUlJ47s/s320/jap3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160170129579431666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving his "Japanese Spiritual Enlightenment". This boy happens to be Wen Chian's. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5ybZqIp1yI/AAAAAAAAAqU/TScAANGce9I/s1600-h/jap.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5ybZqIp1yI/AAAAAAAAAqU/TScAANGce9I/s320/jap.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160170138169366306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, my most favourite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5ybY6Ip1uI/AAAAAAAAAp0/erlYF8NYRAw/s1600-h/jap4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5ybY6Ip1uI/AAAAAAAAAp0/erlYF8NYRAw/s320/jap4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160170125284464354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMONA, ISN'T HE SO FREAKING AWESOME?! I'm loving the pose! The profile! The overall &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;genki&lt;/span&gt;-ness that this dude is exuding! Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRB; learning to fold ketupat. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-3925369600844017006?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/3925369600844017006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=3925369600844017006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3925369600844017006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3925369600844017006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/01/cross-country-2007-folding-ketupat-in.html' title='Cross-Country 2008 // Folding ketupat in honour of...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5ycM6Ip1zI/AAAAAAAAAqc/N_E7mEAuqeM/s72-c/takuma.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-8485205571773279399</id><published>2008-01-22T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:43:12.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FT Island'/><title type='text'>66 Days and Counting...</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited and it's not even February yet. What am I talking about? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.T. Island&lt;/span&gt; coming to Malaysia of course! Refer to previous post. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an afternoon nap today and dreamt of Jong Hun, the eternal magnae. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5YubLT5LwI/AAAAAAAAAps/nXVcZ2wl9og/s1600-h/jonghun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5YubLT5LwI/AAAAAAAAAps/nXVcZ2wl9og/s320/jonghun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158361467627056898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66 days to go and counting... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-8485205571773279399?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/8485205571773279399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=8485205571773279399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8485205571773279399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8485205571773279399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/01/66-days-and-counting.html' title='66 Days and Counting...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R5YubLT5LwI/AAAAAAAAAps/nXVcZ2wl9og/s72-c/jonghun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1864643003890457776</id><published>2008-01-19T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:15:21.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><title type='text'>Make Like a Leaf and Leave</title><content type='html'>So as a natural blabbermouth even to my own deep secrets I guess it's out in the open to most now on my planned future. Needless to say I'm not happy about the incoming competition. But hey, it's a free country (almost, anyway) and anyone is eligible to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle told me if I were really serious, I should probably pay the Bahasa Institute Teikyo a visit, but I'm not so sure. It requires you to spend about a year and a half doing some Pre-U course learning god-knows-what. On the other hand, the program I want to go on is also considered another waste of time - to others anyway. Spend one year in a foreign country away from friends and family with a family of strangers in the middle of Godknowswhere. Plus, it aint cheap coming in at RM23 000 if I don't get a scholarship. A scholarship I don't think I'll qualify for. Hmmm hmmm hmmm. I have until April to finish my essay and make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate growing up and I hate people who can't make their own decisions. Funny, my mother was telling me about her making my decisions for me this morning. At this point I don't care and ignoring her.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to KLCC and Central Market tomorrow with Rachel for souvenir shopping. We're going via LRT and meeting with Vivian, Ale and some others in Central Market. Hopefully, we won't meet any snatch-thieves/kidnappers/rapists/terrorists on the way. And oh, I'm roping my uncle in to help me make my Japan flag for the program thing. Tehehe. AND HE BOUGHT HANAKIMI! Even when I didn't ask for it! Lucky thing I didn't finish the drama last year else it would be a waste of money. This also means I need to finish Nodame Cantabile he bought last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takuma Mizumoto we're waiting for you. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW; isn't irritating when someone gives you their view even when you don't ask for it? Sometimes it's a good thing but when you come off as a know-it-all with no experience and evidence and whatnot, don't open your trap and tell me what to do. YOU are not involved. YOU are not a member. YOU were only included because you decided to beg and be an outsider that nobody actually needed because some of us are doing our jobs. Hmm? OK. Good. There's a girl in school whom I wish would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diaf&lt;/span&gt; right now. Seriously, I hate her that much. Everytime I dream of what it would be like if she died in a car crash and how life would be much better without her but hey, we weren't close in the beginning no matter how much I tried so, sometimes some people just don't matter. Ala &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skins&lt;/span&gt;, Cassie said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nasty people don't count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, what a lengthy and texty post. I needed to get things off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1864643003890457776?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1864643003890457776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1864643003890457776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1864643003890457776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1864643003890457776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/01/make-like-leaf-and-leave.html' title='Make Like a Leaf and Leave'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-3890150433128677625</id><published>2008-01-19T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T02:47:51.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FT Island'/><title type='text'>F.T.I.S.L.A.N.D. LET'S GO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;F.T.I.S.L.A.N.D.  LET'S GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://k-popped.com/2008/01/ft-island-to-perform-live-in-malaysia.html"&gt;HOLY CRAP, CLICK ME DAMMIT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT. GUESS WHO ARE COMING TO MALAYSIA. GUESS WHO, GUESS WHO. OMG CAN YOU IMAGINE. I CAN TOTALLY IMAGINE THE POSES I WANT TO DO WITH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JONG HUN&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAE JIN&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HONG GI&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIN HWAN&lt;/span&gt; AND OMG &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WON BIN&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Wen Chian and I are like, totally crazy right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-3890150433128677625?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/3890150433128677625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=3890150433128677625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3890150433128677625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/3890150433128677625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/01/ftisland-lets-go.html' title='F.T.I.S.L.A.N.D. LET&apos;S GO!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-8970181500729536430</id><published>2008-01-14T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:43:12.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASHION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>My Ideal Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>So under the advice of Wen Chian, today I rushed home from tuition and watched So Nyuh Shi Dae's new "Kissing You" MV. Omg the cuteness! Oh wait, OMONA the cuteness! I was obsessed with Dong Hae before Hee Chul but I think now he's a close second after Chullie (because Hee Chul will forever be "number one Korea handsome guy.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the whole video was cutesy-cutesy and made even more adorable with the solo scenes between Dong Hae and my favourite SNSD member, Tiffany. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(a)&lt;/span&gt; If I get a boyfriend, we must take purikura and our ideal pose would be this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COUPLE HEART! SO CUTE RIGHT!! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R4uDurT5LsI/AAAAAAAAApM/b9qNAP6lvO8/s1600-h/coordinate2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R4uDurT5LsI/AAAAAAAAApM/b9qNAP6lvO8/s320/coordinate2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155359036379049666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(b) &lt;/span&gt;We must co-ordinate outfits! Omona, so dashing! I especially love love love Tiffany's outfit. See how her skirt matches her bow and hair piece? (not pictured) And then there's Dong Hae looking adorable in his pink shirt and cuddling up to her. I can totally picture myself and future boyf to do this. Even if we don't, I will force him. MUAHAHAHHA. And if you can't see it from here, they totally even have matching haircuts! :O   OMONA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R4uDu7T5LtI/AAAAAAAAApU/GgRAJ_Ici-c/s1600-h/coordinate%21.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R4uDu7T5LtI/AAAAAAAAApU/GgRAJ_Ici-c/s320/coordinate%21.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155359040674016978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R4uEXLT5LuI/AAAAAAAAApc/W3qMf8Cb4L4/s1600-h/coordinate3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R4uEXLT5LuI/AAAAAAAAApc/W3qMf8Cb4L4/s320/coordinate3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155359732163751650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW. *sniff* *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; I can so totally picture Sammie right now. "SHUT UP, NICOLE! This is why you don't have a boyfriend!"&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R4uHX7T5LvI/AAAAAAAAApk/VA_Sc-MecxM/s1600-h/coordinate4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R4uHX7T5LvI/AAAAAAAAApk/VA_Sc-MecxM/s320/coordinate4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155363043583536882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally bringing cutesy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=dETLli7I-98"&gt;Girls' Generation/So Nyuh Shi Dae - Kissing You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you all care! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-8970181500729536430?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/8970181500729536430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=8970181500729536430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8970181500729536430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/8970181500729536430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-ideal-boyfriend.html' title='My Ideal Boyfriend'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R4uDurT5LsI/AAAAAAAAApM/b9qNAP6lvO8/s72-c/coordinate2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-7048115762811736075</id><published>2008-01-11T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T07:14:35.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><title type='text'>This Time I Might Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z118/ryo89/1199955910131313ok0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z118/ryo89/1199955910131313ok0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Junior will have their first Asia Tour titled “Super Show.” They will hold their concert in nine cities, including Beijing, Shanghai, Bangkok, Taipei, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Junior’s concert will start in Seoul on February 23 and ticket will go on sale at auction on January 22nd at 5 pm (Korea time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was the &lt;a href="http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/11/best-3-hours-of-my-life.html"&gt;DBSK concert&lt;/a&gt; in November 2007 now Super Junior are coming to Malaysia for their very own concert. Oh god, why lah, why. Their first show starts February in Korea that means it will probably be around November/December before they finish everywhere else (ie: China, Thailand) before they come to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, if I go to this I think I might cry. I didn't cry at the DBSK because I was in shock, but this time seeing the wonderful Suju live I think I might just go nuts and burst out in tears when or IF I see them up close live. SUJU, PLEASE COME IN MAY. PLEASE COME IN MAY. COME IN MAY. COME IN MAY. PLEASE COME IN MAY. DON'T COME AFTER MAY OR DURING SPM. PLEASE, OR I WILL JUST MOURN FOR 30 DAYS STRAIGHT. If they come during SPM season I think I'll be so depressed until I can't study. Then I'll fail my exams. DO NOT WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, dates aren't announced yet, so I'm praying for May/before SPM season. And I must also start thinking of who to go with. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-7048115762811736075?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/7048115762811736075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=7048115762811736075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7048115762811736075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7048115762811736075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-time-i-might-cry.html' title='This Time I Might Cry'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-421687388111956409</id><published>2008-01-10T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T07:18:10.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Children</title><content type='html'>I'm just blogging for the sake of blogging. Since school started all I've been thinking about is: Nap &gt; Going Online. Alright because I like reading my past posts and knowing what I have achieved/done let's start with Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday (7 January)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. Got ready as usual and watched TV while waiting for Ines to pick me up for school. Switched to KBS and I got nice a little surprise. OMG YOU GUYS, I DIDN'T KNOW THEY SHOWED &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSIC BANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ON OUR KBS!! And it's quite a recent episode too. When it first started I thought KBS was going to be as shit as NHK on Astro but it's NOT! We show really recent episodes (Sang Sang Plus with Hee Chul! KBS Music Festival! Brain Cafe! WONDERFUL OUTING WITH PKL! AHHH) and most of them have subtitles ♥. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wonder Girls&lt;/span&gt; performed "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tell Me&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ee Babo&lt;/span&gt;" whereas &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Bang&lt;/span&gt; did "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Farewell&lt;/span&gt;". I was never really a fan of Big Bang because that reality series that was on MTV depicted them as really whiny idiots, but their songs are ♥. Go download "Lies" and "Last Farewell". I'm hooked on them right now. Monday 6.00-6.40 a.m. on KBS World (ch 303)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday (8 January)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school today because of a family gathering. My uncle from Labuan and his family flew in today for dinner. Started the day by going to KLCC to shop. From there we went to Roadhouse Grill. My aunt from Singapore, aunt and uncle from London, uncle from Labuan, grandma, aunt, cousins from Kuching were there as well my other uncles, aunties, cousins. Had grilled lamb chops, jelly cake, cheesecake and some other cake that my Uncle Ken bought. Ho ho. Family flies home tomorrow at 10 a.m. and 2 a.m. Except for the uncle from Labuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday (9 January)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened. I had Add Maths and Accounts tuition. Acc. wasn't as bad as I thought but I won't keep my hopes up. Need to wake up and smell the coffee soon. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday (10 January)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School holiday. Woke up at around 1.30p.m. from an SMS from Sammie. Shit, totally overslept for our 1 p.m. meeting today. Her friends Brandon and Shaun were there to play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Silent Hill &lt;/span&gt;for us because they are brave brave boys and we are chicken shit. You know what, screw the brave part. Anyway, we watched Silent Hill the movie first (creepy as HELL, I don't want watch it ever again) then played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Silent Hill 2&lt;/span&gt;. When they left at 6 for tuition I stayed back to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bring It On 4&lt;/span&gt; with Sammie's mother and PEPPER. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus ends my wonderfully exciting life. *rolls eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-421687388111956409?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/421687388111956409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=421687388111956409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/421687388111956409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/421687388111956409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-children.html' title='I Hate Children'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-7851551004371021044</id><published>2008-01-04T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:43:12.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><title type='text'>Dong Hae bb &lt;3</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dong Hae&lt;/span&gt; bb was on this SBS Gag skit as a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Defender of Hallyu&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallyu refers to the Korean pop music scene. Like Jpop. So it's Kpop but they call it Hallyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some fella&lt;/span&gt;:    You must be joking. You don't even know the Ja in the Japan, how can you be  hallyu stars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bb &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dong Hae&lt;/span&gt; says: I don't think you know but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R35x4LT5LrI/AAAAAAAAApE/jBpZMdbgvHo/s1600-h/dh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R35x4LT5LrI/AAAAAAAAApE/jBpZMdbgvHo/s320/dh.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151680233681268402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU DONG HAE. SARANGHAMNIDA. AHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend already and I'm really tired. Probably because of early mornings and lack of naps in the afternoon. This year I'm carpooling with Ines so her mum will take me to school at 6.40 a.m. Last year at 6.40 a.m. I'm still either asleep or eating my breakfast half-asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, my cousin wants the computer now. We're going to Times Square tomorrow so I can do my SuJu tribute. YEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-7851551004371021044?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/7851551004371021044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=7851551004371021044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7851551004371021044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7851551004371021044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/01/dong-hae-bb-3.html' title='Dong Hae bb &lt;3'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R35x4LT5LrI/AAAAAAAAApE/jBpZMdbgvHo/s72-c/dh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-2458700854445961039</id><published>2008-01-01T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T06:56:59.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder Girl-ing'/><title type='text'>An Auspicious Start</title><content type='html'>I think my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Year's day&lt;/span&gt; is MUCH better than my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Year's Eve&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty much spent my whole countdown chatting online with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ran-chan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mily&lt;/span&gt; (F.T. Island are cute okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sammie&lt;/span&gt;'s for steamboat lunch. We ate, played Sims, ogled over her Italy pictures and exclaimed how fat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pepper&lt;/span&gt; was. He is such a cute little barrel, chu~ ♥!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inessa&lt;/span&gt;'s to help her dye her hair back to it's natural colour. Well, not really natural, but as black as it can go. I've never dyed my hair before let alone anyone else's but I think it came out alright for an amateur like me. Then we watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bring It On 3&lt;/span&gt; because her sister lent off &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIO4&lt;/span&gt; to somebody. OMG SAMMIE REMEMBER? "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kerisha hold mah shit!&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shabooyah! Sha-sha-sha-shabooyah roll call!&lt;/span&gt;"  ♥ Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I taught her sister how to do the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Tell Me&lt;/span&gt;" dance!! xD Well, ok it was more like I danced while she laughed her ass off comparing me to the video. I am no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahn So Hee&lt;/span&gt; but I've been diligently practicing everyday alright! I'm proud of it because this holidays I've actually taught myself something (THANK YOU YOUTUBE). It may be something useless like dancing, but it's still something. HMPH. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me, tell me, te-te-te-te-tell me&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a walk around the neighbourhood, ate dinner and her mother sent me home. Now here I am listening to Super Junior and watching Wonderful Outing with Shin Hye Sung and Wonder Girls. Don't let this holiday end. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-2458700854445961039?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/2458700854445961039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=2458700854445961039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2458700854445961039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2458700854445961039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2008/01/auspicious-start.html' title='An Auspicious Start'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-6790055360641866524</id><published>2007-12-31T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:28:01.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questionnaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yearly survey'/><title type='text'>The Survey of 2007</title><content type='html'>Because I've changed so much this year, it is my New Year's resolution to do a survey at the end of every year to see how I've progressed as the year's go by. Maybe someday I'll look back on this and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How old are you turning this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;year/turned this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your current grade/class/job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;etc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you get any new piercings this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Not too fussed either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any new tattoos?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe in 5 years time.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you dyed you hair this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown to like my hair colour ALOT this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many people have you dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are you currently dating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you grown/changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;physically/gained weight etc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might've have grown taller, idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you changed mentally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;[Current favorites]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that catches my eye. Even pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Band:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. KAT-TUN, DBSK, Super Junior, Wonder Girls, FT Island, Tokio Hotel, Arashi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell Me" by the Wonder Girls. My song of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Tower, Ratatouille and National Treasure 2. For all time? Paris Je'Taime and Eating Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi wa Petto, Cartoon KAT-TUNMajo no Jouken, Yamada Taro Monogatari, Nobuta wo Produce, Tatta Hitotsu no Koi, Sapuri, Bambino, Strawberry on the Shortcake, The 1st Shop of Coffee Prince, Super Junior Full House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Miso Soup - Ryu Murakami&lt;br /&gt;Garlic and Sapphires - Ruth Reichl&lt;br /&gt;Lolita - Vladmir Nobokov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese, Korean, Italian, Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Store:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, Shibuya 109 and Harajuku. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giraffes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cartoon character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remy in Ratatouille. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;[Have you.... this year?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Mostly champagne though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smoked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to do a Jamie Lynn Spears anytime soon, thanks very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced some of the best days of my life this year. Possibly, the BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a loved one, my great-grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gained a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've gained 2. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grown your hair longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cut your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bought new clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most clothes I bought in a year would be this one. So far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Met the one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Probably not for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Done something really stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made a new enemy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, but she doesn't know it. I call her the friend stealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got a new job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made any art?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carjacked. Behind the Eight Ball. KAMETO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;[End questions]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has it been a good year so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half was shitty. Mid year was good. The rest were shitty again. November/December wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you have done anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;differently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of things, but nothing major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you do everything you wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do/get do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you looking forward to next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think it will be a better year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope whatever I'm setting off to achieve next year will be successful. If I do, 2009 will be a great year for me. :P Bring on 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-6790055360641866524?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/6790055360641866524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=6790055360641866524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6790055360641866524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6790055360641866524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/12/survey-of-2007.html' title='The Survey of 2007'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-6787579065193148243</id><published>2007-12-30T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T09:31:13.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life milestones'/><title type='text'>Gone Baby Gone.</title><content type='html'>It's nearly the end of 2007 and Amen to that! 2007 was definitely a year of change for me, and I bet most of my friends can say that too. 2007 was the year I experience the BEST days of my life and some of the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Best of 2007&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=36186989"&gt;Japan homestay&lt;/a&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Fangirling with a REAL Japanese schoolgirl. (over Kazuya of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/11/best-3-hours-of-my-life.html"&gt;DBSK concert&lt;/a&gt;. x3 x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. Making good new friends, making up with the good old ones and losing the bad apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. Self-teaching myself languages. I taught myself how to read Japanese and a little Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. Freedom of Form 4. With the exception of Add Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;. Watching Jdoramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;. Discovering KAT-TUN, Super Junior, DBSK, Arashi, NEWS, Kanjani8, F.T. Island, Wonder Girls etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;. "Tell Me" dance. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;. My aunties and uncles. Especially my uncle. Christmas this year was fun.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course, none of these would be achieved without KAMENASHI KAZUYA. THANK YOU BB FOR WIDENING MY OUTLOOK IN LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst of 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. My camera lens getting smashed. Thus rendering it, broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Getting robbed outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. Knocking over that motorcyclist outside my teacher's house before tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. Losing my contact lens in Fukushima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. The brick through Sammie's roof. Scary, but really funny at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. Getting sick ALOT of times this year. Mainly because of food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;. Failing in school subjects since a long time. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I was mostly a loner, and plagued by a lot of bad luck. The year eventually got a little better towards November/December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to the mall as much this year as I did in 2006. I didn't watch as many movies as I did in 2006. But I definitely watched more dramas (Asian ones) this year. I'm more tolerable towards my country and I'm definitely so pro-Asian these days it's like, "America, what? Who cares, Korea/Japan FTW".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kazuya for giving me such a wonderful fulfilling life and changing my life's perspective for the better, forever. May you have a wonderful new year and EVERYBODY GO EAT A PROSPERITY BURGER YEAH. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, don't wish for sickness, be healthy bb ilu &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, went out with my Aunt and mother on Thursday (27 Dec)  to OU for lunch. We also had dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shogun&lt;/span&gt;. It was...okay. Jogoya is much better. Went with Sammie to Brandon's house to play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silent Hill 2&lt;/span&gt; on Friday (28 Dec) . And thanks to that game I now have dreams of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pyramid Head&lt;/span&gt; during the night. And thanks to Brandon, the part where Pyramid Head slices James to death with his huge-ass sword still stays in my mind. This bit makes me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*watches scene*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;: "OMG THEY (PYRAMIDHEAD) ARE HAVING SEX!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;: "He's eating the other zombies. Shut up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I played the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sims 2 &lt;/span&gt;the whole day on Saturday and now here I am on Sunday night blogging about crap and talking about crap with Mily. I love how we can talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannah Montana&lt;/span&gt; without her hating on me. Yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I satisfied? I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-6787579065193148243?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/6787579065193148243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=6787579065193148243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6787579065193148243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/6787579065193148243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/12/gone-baby-gone.html' title='Gone Baby Gone.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-9075404378064410870</id><published>2007-12-27T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:19:32.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like Seafood</title><content type='html'>I am getting more lala day by day aren't I? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I still have better English than 3/4 of the people in my class. [&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;FACT&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;Nicole; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Do you knowany famous mosques in KL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sammiepls says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;um. let me put on my tudung and check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't stop laughing at this. x3&lt;br /&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/36186989-9075404378064410870?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/9075404378064410870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=9075404378064410870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/9075404378064410870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/9075404378064410870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-like-seafood.html' title='I like Seafood'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-4402913892209653112</id><published>2007-12-27T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:09:35.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><title type='text'>LET'S GO KL AND DANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHO WANTS TO GO KL WITH ME, Y/Y? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CuzTmbWV5HE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CuzTmbWV5HE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG REALLY EVERYONE MUST WATCH THIS. I know I've posted up so many videos but this one is like really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt;! It features our one and only Negaraku! (the country not the song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eun Hyuk&lt;/span&gt; saying some random rap that sounds like Thai (but is Korean) and then we flip to Super Junior dancing on the streets of KL next to a construction site, no less! (looks like Bukit Bintang, near KL Plaza by Lecka Lecka gelato shop, must remember 2006 Pavillion wasn't there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEE CHUL OPPA&lt;/span&gt; sings! And he's walking down some parking lot (aha, our views not good enough) and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si Won&lt;/span&gt; comes on strolling around a mosque, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Han Kyung&lt;/span&gt;, guess where Han Kyung is...KLCC Outdoor Park. And so we flip back to several members all walking along Bukit Bintang outside Lot 10 area with McDonald's opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dong Hae&lt;/span&gt; and he's dancing inside &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Hill mall&lt;/span&gt;! Some of them are even by the themed restaurants as "scenery".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or are the only attractions of Malaysia only the Twin Towers, malls and the occasional mosque? -_-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way the whole video makes me want to KICK MYSELF for not liking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SuJu&lt;/span&gt; earlier. Why. Why. Whyyyyyy lah couldn't I discover them at least 1 year earlier?! I remember my uncle last year mentioning something about a boyband filming in KL and there was some traffic jam. I paid no him no mind and must have yakked about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MCR&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt; or some delinquent American band I liked back then. Besides, if I like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SuJu&lt;/span&gt; last year I could've gone for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DBSK&lt;/span&gt; concert where the tickets were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEAPER&lt;/span&gt; and there were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESS PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE CHANCE&lt;/span&gt; for me to &lt;s&gt;hold Hee Chul's hand/have eye-contact with JaeJoong&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEE THEM UP CLOSE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole thing was filmed during end of June/early July 2006. What in the bloody hell was I doing instead of being in KL?! I went to my old blog and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://corruptednoodle.livejournal.com/40709.html#cutid1"&gt;28 JUNE 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL. I WOULD GIVE UP SEEING SHENG LI IN A SKIRT AND HEELS JUST SO I CAN GO TO KL AND WATCH THEM SHOOT THEIR VIDEO THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, if I screamed and shouted and held posters Hee Chul might feel so welcomed to Malaysia that he'll come over and shake my hand/take photos with me. :( It's true, he did that to some random fans, I saw it in the making of "Boys in City, KL" and "Making of Dancing Out in KL". WHY WHY WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Chullie: "I'M VERY SAAAAAD!" ;_;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW&lt;/span&gt;: watch 2:37 of the vid, KyuhYun does something really cute. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-4402913892209653112?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/4402913892209653112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=4402913892209653112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4402913892209653112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4402913892209653112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/12/lets-go-kl-and-dance.html' title='LET&apos;S GO KL AND DANCE'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-303666909812256667</id><published>2007-12-25T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T08:46:36.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2007'/><title type='text'>Happy Christmas loves~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Christmas, loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you receive whatever you wished/asked/begged for. :)  &lt;s&gt;I certainly didn't&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days I have been "mall-ratting". Saturday was spent with my mother and uncle for lunch in OU. Disaster nearly struck when I saw my most hated and most disliked teacher walking towards me outside &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEFACESHOP&lt;/span&gt;. Urgh, it was Puan S_b_na our Eng Lit. and drama teacher. -_-;. To make things worse when I greeted her politely, she ignored me! What a fucking cow. No wonder Kiran suspects she's menopausal. Then I went over to Sammie's and we watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Treasure 1&lt;/span&gt;. Because it makes me feel smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent with Sammie and Emmy (whoa, they rhyme). Shengy was also supposed to come (omg she rhymes too!) but she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busy.&lt;/span&gt; We watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Treasure 2 &lt;/span&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME TYVM. Even better than the first movie. And I watched that one 5 times. It was exciting, educational with a believable plot and a baddie that you REALLY will start to hate. Jesus Christ, the bad guy was so freaking annoying, I can't believe Emily actually sympathised with him towards the end. Weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday went to the Curve with mother and Sammie's granny. MNG had a sale with 50% off. Enough said really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Christmas and I had a wonderful time shopping, eating and walking around and good dessert for dinner with relatives who came back from Kuching, London and Singapore.  Spent quite an afternoon showing my uncle all the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Tell Me&lt;/span&gt;" videos and Wonder Girls stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Tell me, tell me, te-te-te-te-te-tell me! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-303666909812256667?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/303666909812256667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=303666909812256667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/303666909812256667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/303666909812256667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-christmas-loves.html' title='Happy Christmas loves~'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-243549900299843940</id><published>2007-12-18T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:43:14.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2007'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASHION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>I am a Japanese Schoolgirl</title><content type='html'>I was a Japanese schoolgirl for a day, and now I am a Japanese schoolgirl again for a night. :D Went to Amira's (from the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/search/label/Japan"&gt;Japan trip&lt;/a&gt;) birthday party on Dec 15. The theme was Harajuku. Because I am poor and own no Japanese clothes which are expensive as heck (esp: &lt;a href="http://www.japanesestreets.com/jsnews/article/3/"&gt;Takuya Angel&lt;/a&gt;, my fave! Anyone who reads Shoichi Aoki's FRUiTS streetstyle photobooks would know) I rip open my Seventeen's for ideas.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inspiration:&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ignore the 'Potter sheets, srsly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2fuirT5LqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/yvMmhbJOe1s/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2fuirT5LqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/yvMmhbJOe1s/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145343378803207842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frwrT5LnI/AAAAAAAAAok/6fcP5KSQfUA/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frwrT5LnI/AAAAAAAAAok/6fcP5KSQfUA/s320/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145340320786493042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweater&lt;/span&gt;: MNG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White shirt&lt;/span&gt;: WH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tartan skirt with lace&lt;/span&gt;: iSocks Times Square (omg lala heaven -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ribbon (around neck)&lt;/span&gt;: Armarium YE product all cut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirate boots&lt;/span&gt;: ZARA (50% off!! xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aliceband (on head)&lt;/span&gt;: Handmade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Seriously need to hunt down black knee socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, true to Malaysian spirit, nearly almost everybody there wasn't in costume save for a few people like the birthday girl, myself, 3 other girls (one in half a yukata!) and one boy in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decora&lt;/span&gt; style. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hafif.org/imaj/LeSorcier/thumb-harajuku-fashion-7135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.hafif.org/imaj/LeSorcier/thumb-harajuku-fashion-7135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people, at least be sporting lah! What the hell. That's why I hate going to costume parties in Malaysia, nearly almost everyone NEVER complies with the dresscode. They think it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HUMILIATING&lt;/span&gt;. Party poopers. Part of the fun is embarrassing yourself don't you know? That way, everyone can have fun. Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frw7T5LoI/AAAAAAAAAos/TKuZYANDnM4/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frw7T5LoI/AAAAAAAAAos/TKuZYANDnM4/s320/Image031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145340325081460354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frxLT5LpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/hK22UpQ7Xug/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frxLT5LpI/AAAAAAAAAo0/hK22UpQ7Xug/s320/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145340329376427666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frcbT5LiI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ucMXXXP-caE/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frcbT5LiI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ucMXXXP-caE/s320/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339972894141986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With partner in crime: ALE! Schoolgirl and schoolboy. :D Lol, I love this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frc7T5LjI/AAAAAAAAAoE/pVaer2jKRCs/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frc7T5LjI/AAAAAAAAAoE/pVaer2jKRCs/s320/Image045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339981484076594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frc7T5LkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ifH8clcUTuo/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frc7T5LkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ifH8clcUTuo/s320/Image066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339981484076610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frdLT5LlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lTstSErojbU/s1600-h/Image068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frdLT5LlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/lTstSErojbU/s320/Image068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339985779043922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the birthday girl. &lt;span style=""&gt;Otanjou-bi Omedetou Gozaimasu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frdLT5LmI/AAAAAAAAAoc/QxQ1ybXwP5Q/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2frdLT5LmI/AAAAAAAAAoc/QxQ1ybXwP5Q/s320/Image071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339985779043938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunty arrive a day earlier. xD TOPSHOP IS MAJOR HAPPINESS. And watching an ang moh eat with chopsticks is major LOL itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-243549900299843940?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/243549900299843940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=243549900299843940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/243549900299843940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/243549900299843940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-japanese-schoolgirl.html' title='I am a Japanese Schoolgirl'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R2fuirT5LqI/AAAAAAAAAo8/yvMmhbJOe1s/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-1773395042493654129</id><published>2007-12-11T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:43:15.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2007'/><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>*sniff* I don't normally watch singing talent shows (Example: Pop Idol, American Idol, Fame Academy) because they are useless and UTTER CRAP. They go all hyprocritical and say things like, "Oooh, it's all about the singer's voice and not his/her looks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;RUBBISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in his or her right mind would support an ugly idol. Because that's what most singers are: idols. For example, who remembers American Idol's season 2 winner? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is Ruben Studdard. And you know why he's not famous/not as well known as say...Kelly Clarkson? I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BECAUSE HE IS FAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. :) Now, yesterday I was watching WA!TV on Astro (Ikr, Nicole watching a China channel, the world has seriously come to an end), and this program "&lt;b&gt;My Hero 2007&lt;/b&gt;" was on. Synopsis said it had something to with separating the "men" from the "boys" whatever that means. Anyway it was showing a sing-off between two guys, and one particularly caught my eye... (sorry for the terrible shot, he seriously looks better onscreen -_-;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R16wSRUJ-oI/AAAAAAAAAnk/exFnsBuE2v4/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R16wSRUJ-oI/AAAAAAAAAnk/exFnsBuE2v4/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142741652435761794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R16wShUJ-pI/AAAAAAAAAns/KXal-hGUeEo/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R16wShUJ-pI/AAAAAAAAAns/KXal-hGUeEo/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142741656730729106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WAH HE WAS SO GOOD. And I'm not saying it because he is good looking. BUT WOW, TALENT AND LOOKS, *keyboard mashes*. Then I screamed at my mother to translate for me whatever the hell they were talking about and it turns out he's Korean! Speaking Mandarin! So FLUENTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO EMBARASSED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent, looks and multi-lingual skills! NOT BAD. My ideal guy really, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless really.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was bored so I got out our old (dusty) Christmas tree and set it up. Yeah, even in a house of atheists/freethinkers we do have a tree you know. And if you're wondering why it's so short it's because as my mother puts it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Back then ah in Malaysia we did not sell these kinds of things. So when mummy and daddy went to Hong Kong, I was so happy to see a Watson's shop (Malaysia back then, also don't have) that I decided to buy and hand carry this tree home&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sane person does these kinds of things I ask you. One, for being so excited over a Watson's (my GOD), and Two for hand carrying a bloody tree home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Aunty is arriving day after tomorrow with her ang moh husband and he'll probably appreciate the fact that we put up a tree for him to make him feel at home. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R16wdRUJ-qI/AAAAAAAAAn0/fH6bzokab4s/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R16wdRUJ-qI/AAAAAAAAAn0/fH6bzokab4s/s320/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142741841414322850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R16wSBUJ-nI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Ik6iwrewFBY/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R16wSBUJ-nI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Ik6iwrewFBY/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142741648140794482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah shitty cameraphone pics. -_- Mum wanted to send 'em to relatives. I WANT MY CAMERA FIXED. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.// Don't go to the Canon shop in The Curve, PJ. The fucking Malay guy there is so unhelpful and really asshole-y. He truly doesn't know the meaning of 'Customer Service'. FIRE HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-1773395042493654129?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/1773395042493654129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=1773395042493654129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1773395042493654129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/1773395042493654129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R16wSRUJ-oI/AAAAAAAAAnk/exFnsBuE2v4/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-4961545203691971506</id><published>2007-12-07T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:43:15.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hee Chul Oppa//Tell Me dance</title><content type='html'>Went out with Ines, Kiran and Ale to OU today. Usual spectacle, arrived late and had to run around cinemas looking for Kiran. xD And oh yes, the friends were introduced to Sammie's Groovy Grandmother in the car. My friends know her just as Sammie's friends do, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;b&gt;The Heartbreak Kid&lt;/b&gt;, and just to save everyone some money, DON'T WATCH IT unless you really enjoy dumb blondes, predictable love plots, redneck Americans and lots of sex jokes. I think they did a really bad job censoring this movie, but hey I enjoy sex jokes just as much the Grandpa in front of me. :) After that we took PURIKURA!! And had &lt;b&gt;Carl's Jr.&lt;/b&gt; for dinner. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ines's mum and we hung around Ines' new hourse for abit doing "yoga". HAHA. Her new house is really smashing, it's big with lots of space with an indoor fish pond for us to torture fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much what I did today. Going out with my uncle tomorrow (OMYGOODNESS YAY!) I seem to pretty much look forward to hanging out with my uncle all the time, am I the only one? I have a cool oppa don't you all forget it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being lame at home, I have dedicated my mind, body and soul to learn the new dance that's taken Korea by storm. It goes by the name of the "Tell Me" dance. Lol. "Tell Me" by Wonder Girls. (Yeah, don't ask about the name) Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me - Wonder Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQTIsi0IlZc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQTIsi0IlZc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee Chul's version (Saw this on KBSWorld on Astro the other day xD) Around &lt;b&gt;0:53&lt;/b&gt; he does this EXTREMELY CUTE Face gesture! OMG so cute! And he teaches the announcer to do pelvic thrusts from SuJu's "Don't Don" video! ABSOLUTE WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wsf7YUWMwJQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wsf7YUWMwJQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: Kim Hee Chul is a member of the 13 (yes, 13) member boyband, &lt;b&gt;Super Junior&lt;/b&gt;. He's the second prettiest (1 belonging to Jae Joong) Korean dude I've ever seen and the number 1 most funniest person I've ever watched. Totally! Go to YouTube and search "Kim Hee Chul" and click on anything with Ya Shim Man Man, Golden Fishery or even Xman for a full dose of LULZ. *sigh* Beauty AND personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R1mHPhUJ-lI/AAAAAAAAAnM/kTKt8aPxhm4/s1600-h/heechul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R1mHPhUJ-lI/AAAAAAAAAnM/kTKt8aPxhm4/s320/heechul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141289150330829394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PURIKURA!! x3 Did this myself. Note the poor cut and paste between me and Kazu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R1mHQRUJ-mI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YB3r-uPzFuA/s1600-h/exmp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R1mHQRUJ-mI/AAAAAAAAAnU/YB3r-uPzFuA/s320/exmp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141289163215731298" 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/36186989-4961545203691971506?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/4961545203691971506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=4961545203691971506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4961545203691971506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/4961545203691971506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/12/hee-chul-oppatell-me-dance.html' title='Hee Chul Oppa//Tell Me dance'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R1mHPhUJ-lI/AAAAAAAAAnM/kTKt8aPxhm4/s72-c/heechul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-7148782720077246406</id><published>2007-12-06T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T09:13:33.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babo Sarang</title><content type='html'>Take back what I said in the last post. I wasn't feeling right. Watching too much "Dangyunhaji" and old men dancing to Wonder Girls does take a toll on one's sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. *hums "Tell Me" by Wonder Girls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GAWD, guilty pleasure. PURIKURA TOMORRRROOOOOWWWWWWWWW. Got invited to Amira's &lt;b&gt;HARAJUKU&lt;/b&gt; themed party last night. I'm gonna go as a kogal. ;D Or...a super slutty non-blonde ganguro. Or...decora? OR! I could wear a kigurumi. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIGURUMI. HEHEHEHEHE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-7148782720077246406?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/7148782720077246406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=7148782720077246406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7148782720077246406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/7148782720077246406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/12/babo-sarang.html' title='Babo Sarang'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-5617753846377786502</id><published>2007-12-02T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:24:21.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><title type='text'>KL IS HEAVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb09.webshots.com/1608/2989361760099989980S425x425Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb52.webshots.com/179/2362391710099989980S425x425Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/album/557149059dyqiex"&gt;Click this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Super Junior came to Malaysia last year with DBSK but I didn't think that they would actually hold a photoshoot in KL and DEDICATE A WHOLE PHOTOBOOK TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, I don't care how much it costs, I'm going to beg, buy or steal this goddamn book and take photos in all the places they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing. I see these pics and suddenly I WANT TO GO TO KL. I don't even like KL. I hated it cause my mum and dad worked there everyday and my uncle was working in Isetan Lot 10 and I remember going downtown everyday as a kid and eating in the McDonald's as shown in those pics. Then my mother stopped working and my uncle moved to KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER thought I would say this, and you wouldn't catch me dead saying this last year or those years I dedicated to being an Anglophile but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I (kinda) LOVE MALAYSIA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me this would happen one day. The day I would stop worshiping Westerners so much and finally realise how wonderful it is to be Asian. I was stupid then, saying "NO, NEVER." But you know what, I take it all back. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M GOING TO BUY THIS BOOK AND CRY AND SCREAM/FANGIRL OVER IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought this over and you know I should be thankful to for converting me into a true blue Asian idol worshiper? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAMENASHI KAZUYA&lt;/span&gt;. Nobuta wo Produce changed my life and made me look into Japanese bands, then Korean bands then even now *gasp* Thai bands (more about this some other time). Ok no, I liked Dong Bang Shin Ki since 2006 so that's something else. BUT, Kazuya made me like DBSK even more! And Super Junior made me love Koreans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it all comes down to it, I guess I should thank my uncle (the best person in the world) for even giving me the Nobuta wo Produce DVD in the first place. Right, I'm going off now to call my dad in Mongolia and tell him to try and get me this photobook in Korea (airport transit) before he comes back on the 12th. YEAH! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER JUNIOR FIGHTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb44.webshots.com/3307/2736649930099989980S425x425Q85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chants* Boys in City, Kuala Lumpur Photobook....homghomg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't like this before really! And I never said this blog made much sense anyway.&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/36186989-5617753846377786502?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/5617753846377786502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=5617753846377786502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/5617753846377786502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/5617753846377786502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/12/kl-is-heaven.html' title='KL IS HEAVEN'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-2085099326469116237</id><published>2007-11-29T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:43:15.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can We Resist?</title><content type='html'>Paedophilia is a bad bad bad thing. But how the hell can we resist when there are little boys like this??!&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible for him to be born so FRIGGIN CUTE? I want to EAT HIM UP!! *gobble gobble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R078-rXe_mI/AAAAAAAAAm0/qv9Jwum85CM/s1600-h/paedo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R078-rXe_mI/AAAAAAAAAm0/qv9Jwum85CM/s320/paedo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138322378599628386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note: I'm not serious...really.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36186989-2085099326469116237?l=fakeperfume.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/feeds/2085099326469116237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36186989&amp;postID=2085099326469116237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2085099326469116237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36186989/posts/default/2085099326469116237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-can-we-resist.html' title='How Can We Resist?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/SZmdKresRZI/AAAAAAAABu4/EbExH3UHe9A/S220/facebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R078-rXe_mI/AAAAAAAAAm0/qv9Jwum85CM/s72-c/paedo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36186989.post-6300860182945153007</id><published>2007-11-25T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:43:17.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bishounen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEST DAY OF MY LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DBSK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life milestones'/><title type='text'>Best 3 Hours of My Life</title><content type='html'>I know I said the day I went to &lt;a href="http://fakeperfume.blogspot.com/2007/10/japan-day-4-part.html"&gt;Higashi High School&lt;/a&gt; was the best day of my life. Well between 8.00 p.m. till 11.00 p.m. on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 November 2007&lt;/span&gt; is officially the best 3 hours of my life. For one thing, it marked my first time at a concert, (Yeah, yeah I live under a rock, don't make fun) and another it confirmed to me that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIM JAE JOONG IS A GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shit seriously. But we'll get back to that later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Warning: you are about to read fangirlism. Prepare for moments of...lunacy]&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day with Mandarin class at 9.30. Ate lunch and came home around 12. Went to Dharu's around 3. We talked, listened to DBSK (of course :D) and waited for Wen Chian. Wen Chian arrived around 4 and we left at about 4.40 p.m. Arrived at Stadium Merdeka at 5.00 p.m. and this is what greeted us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mBo7Xe_fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/p2013zjizbg/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mBo7Xe_fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/p2013zjizbg/s320/Image052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136779390123703794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swear I've never seen so many fucking people in my life. This was like Shibuya station except unair-conditioned and majority of the people were wearing red. If you're wondering, red is the colour of DBSK's fan club Cassiopeia. I did not wear red but instead Sammie's blue top : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first off, we walked around and hunted for member uchiwas (paper fans) that some people were carrying. I tell you ah, these Koreans already cheated me out of RM500 now they want to cheat me RM50 for a T-Shirt, RM65 for a bloody photobook and God knows what else. Apparently we got to the stall too late and all the uchiwas were sold out. All that was left were balloons and that was RM7.00. RM7.00 for two fucking balloons with the words 'TVXQ' printed on it? NO FUCKING THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I was hot, tired and disappointed. So we got in line (pit left) and I saw the DBSG@ LJ community gathering and greeted everyone. Got back in line and met these two girls who were really nice. One was called Wai Sum and the other was Siew Ling. Siew Ling was from Raffles College and Wai Sum was from SMK BU4. We kinda stood there and chatted about DBSK, Rain, Daniel Henney and a lot of other stupid topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 6.30 p.m. the doors opened and it was MADNESS. MADNESS. We were somewhere up front and already planned beforehand where we wanted to stand so after getting our tickets checked, we RAN, RAN, RAN into the stadium. Got there and pushed our way somehow, somewhere near the front, next to the barriers as planned. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mSBrXe_hI/AAAAAAAAAmM/K1BGOb2mLGw/s1600-h/Image053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mSBrXe_hI/AAAAAAAAAmM/K1BGOb2mLGw/s320/Image053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136797407511510546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting from 6.30 to 8.00 while standing is no easy feat especially if it's HOT, OPEN AIR, and there are LOTS OF SWEATY people around you. We met sooo many people, from Indonesia, from China, from Singapore and even Vietnam. Dharu went a bit crazy hearing that and the fact that these two girls from Ipoh actually stayed OVERNIGHT outside the stadium since 11.00 p.m. Day turned into night, and we were STILL WAITING. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0w96LXe_iI/AAAAAAAAAmU/6c9YrK77II0/s1600-h/edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0w96LXe_iI/AAAAAAAAAmU/6c9YrK77II0/s320/edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137549344615890466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally around 8.05 p.m. or so, AMAZINGLY DBSK WERE ON TIME!! There were sirens, there were spotlights, there were screams and then everything went black. The screen was showing this intro video with them holding swords and stuff being samurai/LOTR whatever and this screen from the top of the stage fell to reveal....well, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue screaming, suddenly just when we thought they were just going to stand there, BAM! The first thing I saw was Hero's (Jae Joong) blonde head emerging from the ground in a black and silver outfit jumping onto the stage with fireworks everywhere. Needless to say, I hyperventilated, screamed my head off, pushed the girl in front of me and started jumping like a crazy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Nobody. Gave. A. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mBP7Xe_bI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1MIdM5k27Ns/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mBP7Xe_bI/AAAAAAAAAlc/1MIdM5k27Ns/s320/Image055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136778960626974130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not quite sure what songs they were performing, (cause seriously, who was listening anyway?!), but I can tell you this: they weren't singing for the first 3 songs. It was pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;obvious&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; that they were lip-syncing. They were wearing no mikes. But who cares, I don't give a damn.  Too busy staring at Jae Joong. xD Halfway through the second song though Wen Chian asked me something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eh, where is U-Know?!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "U-Know not there meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Apparently he broke his back and couldn't dance. Not that I care. Too busy looking at ChangMinnie's pit hair.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random:&lt;/span&gt; All of them seemed to have clean shaven pits except ChangMin. TMI? Trust me to observe such things. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mBQLXe_cI/AAAAAAAAAlk/tdGpSHqwogQ/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mBQLXe_cI/AAAAAAAAAlk/tdGpSHqwogQ/s320/Image056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136778964921941442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mBQLXe_dI/AAAAAAAAAls/o92DyftqLqg/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mBQLXe_dI/AAAAAAAAAls/o92DyftqLqg/s320/Image057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136778964921941458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, U-Know comes out and finally, they do sing live. See, they CAN sing. They just can't sing and dance. Lip-sync or no I love youuuuuu~ I'm not sure what they sang, I think it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My Little Princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were solo perfs and Jun Su came out TOWARDS THE END IT RAINED. OMFG IT RAINED ON XIAH AND HIS CLOTHES CLUNG TO HIS BODY AND HE PASSED RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES ALL WET AND DRIPPING AND BURST INTO DANCE ALL OVER AGAIN IT WAS SO SEXY FOR THE FIRST TIME I THOUGH XIAH WAS SO HOT. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBstlhNQWmA/R0nfEpMMdnI/AAAAAAAAAww/vpyph8RHC1U/s320/DSC_6386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBstlhNQWmA/R0nfEpMMdnI/AAAAAAAAAww/vpyph8RHC1U/s320/DSC_6386.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic below is a big white blur. Actually, the big white blur is actually Jae Joong performing his solo, but due to my camera phone and bright spotlights.....yeah. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mBQrXe_eI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uZyMurSPZOI/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mBQrXe_eI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uZyMurSPZOI/s320/Image058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136778973511876066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YunHo sang my favourite song of his. OMG RIGHT NICOLE LIKING A YUNHO SONG?! He sang &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spokesman&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;which is a rap song and in its original performed with my favourite Super Junior member &lt;b&gt;LEE DONG HAE&lt;/b&gt;. Unfortunately Dong Hae wasn't there but some unknown dude. Who till this day, us fans have no fucking idea who. At one point U-Know was singing the rap parts and the crowd was supposed to follow. Funny this was it was all in Korean so everyone was like, "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH SOMETHING YO!" "LALALALALLAA SOMETHING DA!" "kdnlskadnklasdjsklajdlakjd GI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong Hae: --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bestuff.com/images/images_of_stuff/210x600/lee-donghae-66731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bestuff.com/images/images_of_stuff/210x600/lee-donghae-66731.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Micky sang some song and it took me awhile to realise he was actually singing in ENGRISH. Ho. Ho. I loved Max's solo the best though. It was all jazzy and sexy cause he was caressing this girl onstage and stuff. It was really...lusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they came out to perform my favourite song. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O" Jung. Ban. Hap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Holy fuck holy fuck. They were wearing these war/military inspired costumes and Micky was wearing this long sleeved green shirt that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLASHED&lt;/span&gt; in the front with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOLD TASSELS&lt;/span&gt; hanging down from it. At one point he came so close we could see his ERECT NIPPLES. It was the hottest thing I ever saw in my life. And Chang Min's cleavage, woah, who could forget that. And during the last bit with the extended music bits Jae did this AMAZING BODY WAVE (salsa term for shaking his ass and body) and it was at that point I nearly fainted and got dizzy (true story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK! IT'S JAEJOONG!! I actually had an awesome pic of him on my phone and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE HAD EYE CONTACT!&lt;/span&gt;!!! But just as I was to snap he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skipped&lt;/span&gt; past. :( Thus resulting in blurred photo. Can't remember what song they were performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mA87Xe_VI/AAAAAAAAAks/nikWEpkkGYY/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mA87Xe_VI/AAAAAAAAAks/nikWEpkkGYY/s320/Image059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136778634209459538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky in a car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mA9LXe_WI/AAAAAAAAAk0/mh5Bpv6M3ws/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mA9LXe_WI/AAAAAAAAAk0/mh5Bpv6M3ws/s320/Image060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136778638504426850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, the pic below was some of the most awesome bits. They all came out wearing long white...robes. And then got onto this huge platform that could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rotate&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elevate&lt;/span&gt;. It was pretty amazing cause they were elevating and singing towards the spotlights and at one point it looked like they were angels in the sky singing. *cue fangirl noise*&lt;br /&gt;You notice the pic is kinda one sided because I only wanted to snap Jae and Chang Minnie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mA9LXe_XI/AAAAAAAAAk8/0UsbMdEDPwY/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnTWJ6I_7Ek/R0mA9LXe_XI/AAAAAAAAAk8/0UsbMdEDPwY/s320/Image061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136778638504426866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end. Oh, this was the best bit. And I think this is the best photo I took the whole night. Anyway after they made their speeches and everything each of them held up bottles of water to drink. Micky just so happened to be nearby so he took one swig of his and...and...and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPRAYED IT ALL OVER US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew, it was like my right cheek and shoulder was being baptised by Micky. Like Wen Chian calls it, HOLY WATER. Think of it, my skin particles have now mixed and collided with DNA/saliva particles from Micky's own spit. OHHH THE JOY. Oh the miracle healing powers it shall have on my body. xD xD  And where was Jae Joong? If only he moved a little more to the lef
