tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80757872084077642542024-02-19T23:57:48.711-08:00My Story My Art˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-22627476141579430532011-05-25T21:45:00.001-07:002011-05-25T21:54:29.120-07:00Levain Boulangerie Patisserie.<iframe height="350" marginheight="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=le+vain+malaysia&sll=3.146097,101.720443&sspn=0.007477,0.008562&ie=UTF8&hq=le+vain+malaysia&hnear=&ll=3.143837,101.724429&spn=0.007477,0.008562&output=embed" frameborder="0" width="425" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><small><a style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; COLOR: #0000ff" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=embed&hl=en&geocode=&q=le+vain+malaysia&sll=3.146097,101.720443&sspn=0.007477,0.008562&ie=UTF8&hq=le+vain+malaysia&hnear=&ll=3.143837,101.724429&spn=0.007477,0.008562">View Larger Map</a></small>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-26168392169312959512010-05-15T06:44:00.001-07:002010-05-15T06:53:01.690-07:0015/5/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3hBowUhAoxLVmpW5lr6C9yGRtlX1EQV_ZEYfRw-5Nk6h0miwYY4zHGqPsWyMIVAI4wZv6lNFv9bJfcTOHnjGXZT0YvKXW-xXolkXoXEOwwyZoz0j-x_4a5bKAqENCH_bFwkrvG6S2uTkV/s1600/P1030854.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3hBowUhAoxLVmpW5lr6C9yGRtlX1EQV_ZEYfRw-5Nk6h0miwYY4zHGqPsWyMIVAI4wZv6lNFv9bJfcTOHnjGXZT0YvKXW-xXolkXoXEOwwyZoz0j-x_4a5bKAqENCH_bFwkrvG6S2uTkV/s400/P1030854.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471493260303106738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">+</span></span>M.A.D. Hari Belia @ Putrajaya</div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-44725699380947408352010-05-14T11:07:00.000-07:002010-05-24T02:41:01.285-07:00+Research002 Documentation<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>13/5/2010,</b></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Stumbled upon the infinite potential and origins of water through Masaru Emoto and Stephan A. Swhartz by reading and listening. Found out that molecular bonds of h2o can be easily altered through various methods to promote certain "effect" after consumption. Details in bookmarks. Started an experiment, full details noted in mind.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>14/5/2010,</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1st day of experiment,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"i feel lighter and more at ease, also more energetic, however, there were no anomalies as of yet except experiencing pain in the left (exp)arm, might be strained during practice"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">note:</span> pay attention to subtleties and surrounding, diagnose self throughout the day</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>15/5/2010,</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2nd day of experiment,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"There were unintended distractions today due to lack of sleep ad the weather so data collected might need adjustments, however, noticeable decreases in mood fluctuations, in fact, i feel great. Pain in left (exp) arm still present. Also, i was unaffected by the virus from peers, experimental method might promote immunity. Possibly affect peers through physical contact of altered medium"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">note:</span> Observations continues</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>16/5/2010,</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3rd day of experiment,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Minimum contact with another living being. Stable to no emotions. Strain in arm still exist but going away rapidly, considered irrelevant from now on. Stable emotions might be one effect of experimental method most probably by balancing bodily chemicals."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">note:</span> Observations continues</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>17/5/2010,</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4th day of experiment,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Rashes appeared on hip areas, might be caused by friction from clothing against skin(jeans). Considerably increased tolerance against anger and frustrations. Failure to perform in class, due to disturbed sleeping cycle."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">note:</span> Observations continues for 2 more days</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>18/5/2010,</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">5th day of experiment,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Nothing significant in particular, rashes gone and can be ruled out. Though accidental removal of experimental method during shower did cause a flux, this may show that the method have immediate effect."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">note:</span> Observations extended.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>19/5/2010,</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">6th day of experiment,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Also, nothing significant to be noted, no stress surfaced but nervousness caused by the performance."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;">*</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">EXPERIMENT IS NOW AT A NEW PHASE</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;">*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Will not be logged here now onwards due to privacy concerns</div></div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-83608410254950336142010-05-11T09:25:00.000-07:002010-05-11T09:31:55.200-07:0012/5/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi39UJ5Uj_YnrrRxP628NLn4vcUMVyONvY7gqTqeze_nD1vQXH11SFto3wwoXIUT5GUmTXw0wTiNKU4TEVt8oCzFXaCVwjhPuxqYxGlGRzOhyHivHETIHlt4Z4wLhyphenhyphen3S-PSHmAX2-3-CSI_/s1600/switch.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi39UJ5Uj_YnrrRxP628NLn4vcUMVyONvY7gqTqeze_nD1vQXH11SFto3wwoXIUT5GUmTXw0wTiNKU4TEVt8oCzFXaCVwjhPuxqYxGlGRzOhyHivHETIHlt4Z4wLhyphenhyphen3S-PSHmAX2-3-CSI_/s400/switch.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470051045869453154" /></a>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-55384361952672497102010-05-11T03:58:00.000-07:002010-05-11T05:02:49.836-07:00I Can't<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">+</span></span> I can't JUST be friends with you. I'll be lying to myself and to you if i said so. I can't pretend i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dont</span> know you, i DO know you, it's a fact, can't change that. If i said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'm</span> okay and lets be friends, it'd be a flat out LIE, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">im</span> not saying <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'd</span> rather not hang out but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">every time</span> we do, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i'd</span> want more so cant you see how inauthentic it would be. It <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">wouldn't</span> work for me, the friendship will never work. I can't JUST be friends with you, i like you too much.. take your time, do your thing, i'll be right here in this spot.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">All because of you, I haven't slept in so long,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">When i do i dream, of drowning in the ocean,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Longing for a shore where i can lay my head down,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">I'll follow your voice, all you have to do is shout it out!</span></span></div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-55126615476061496432010-05-06T07:59:00.000-07:002010-05-11T03:56:51.365-07:006/5/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wMoj5QqUuDtAGQDeO-043t19VLK7Ki4WAy0wAQArTee7LGRrYq2hE4aRH8f9Ywv51gstvqmQBgIB3jnEAAW9S1clqH41snyZJUn4ztbVX-4WMbNa_iFaxpX0NT4u09PK2rd28bSk8l8m/s1600/Birds_by_walbo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6wMoj5QqUuDtAGQDeO-043t19VLK7Ki4WAy0wAQArTee7LGRrYq2hE4aRH8f9Ywv51gstvqmQBgIB3jnEAAW9S1clqH41snyZJUn4ztbVX-4WMbNa_iFaxpX0NT4u09PK2rd28bSk8l8m/s400/Birds_by_walbo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469963659923868418" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">+</span></span> Heres an interesting metaphor. Some humans are easily affected by emotions or energies around them much identical to sponges, which soaks up water around it very easily. Sponges will not stop absorbing until it fills itself up and waits to be squeezed to release the water. In the human case, emotions are passively absorbed from surroundings no matter positive or negative ones until he or she is stressed out and a great big tight hug would logically squeeze away the stress. Sponges cant live without water too, it needs to be soaked once in awhile, because if you leave a sponge out to dry, it will harden and fall apart, now, need i explain more? =0</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I must admit i am the very type of a spongy person and it gets really annoying. One bad thing about sponges is that they take in and never let out OR LET GO without force (of course forcing is rarely a good thing) When you are one of my kind, you have to learn to let go.. IMAGINE you are a dove (or any other bird of preference, chicken perhaps? haha) Birds as we all know are light, winged animals that do not fly in bad weather. Imagine yourself looking at your wings and realize all the heavy "packages/burden" you are carrying. You try to flap your wings but you cant gain some air. You try again but to no avail, your out of breath. You LET GO of your packages and try it again. This time, your body lifts with 2 flaps and you flew.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, the bottomline is that you will not soar the skies if you have heavy burdens anchoring you down and in most cases, these burdens are created by not learning to LET GO of things.. Hope i helped in some way... Love, Alvin Lee. </div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-12597552732622199772010-05-02T09:28:00.000-07:002010-05-15T06:55:22.805-07:003/5/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBD5bxpmvoZxoSZD3IJJzm0X_xfxkXRGlllrdLWPUMqfkA2D3mh8I-HPllY183JV1WLfpZeB05wqp0zuU2FOtf-lQkOOp2IJJ_jKUxKJ6TZ0eA_pQXkwsK45FVLCe7sonFn2Q4Rtq47rq9/s1600/the+library.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBD5bxpmvoZxoSZD3IJJzm0X_xfxkXRGlllrdLWPUMqfkA2D3mh8I-HPllY183JV1WLfpZeB05wqp0zuU2FOtf-lQkOOp2IJJ_jKUxKJ6TZ0eA_pQXkwsK45FVLCe7sonFn2Q4Rtq47rq9/s400/the+library.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466710927807172578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">+</span></span>The Library: Got Talent or Not?</div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-77304740554000331852010-04-30T01:31:00.001-07:002010-04-30T01:33:55.255-07:0030/4/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4N6aOxtF0lC67dGJOLCFnz36XoMa9shp7N_cDX8dWe-OMBVlLlpzZlPMPClokLUSUK8Pw4xJP_a-_hlujGbK3dKjrRb8nwMI5l31MtF5woowzv45JRLQzgSrO_DrqAHswh7_T48e8z6O/s1600/an+end.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4N6aOxtF0lC67dGJOLCFnz36XoMa9shp7N_cDX8dWe-OMBVlLlpzZlPMPClokLUSUK8Pw4xJP_a-_hlujGbK3dKjrRb8nwMI5l31MtF5woowzv45JRLQzgSrO_DrqAHswh7_T48e8z6O/s400/an+end.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465845504976982578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+</span></span>As much as i hate it, thats how it is gonna be...</div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-85360570266823845672010-04-22T08:25:00.000-07:002010-04-22T08:27:54.746-07:0022/4/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBByA5W25ERFRXMDIbtcChoN9u01FJ7RrDCV1Bt_lUrrfrOzECg6gF6DgzjLLQlx8p77Gc4mu8vvHKJbNLle3gBXvIJ-Kn_zl_3XpZIC3A4_UXZcHxcIQ9aQDWuBzK5QUqJ2CQZXcaNYbD/s1600/xx_240_by_scarabuss.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBByA5W25ERFRXMDIbtcChoN9u01FJ7RrDCV1Bt_lUrrfrOzECg6gF6DgzjLLQlx8p77Gc4mu8vvHKJbNLle3gBXvIJ-Kn_zl_3XpZIC3A4_UXZcHxcIQ9aQDWuBzK5QUqJ2CQZXcaNYbD/s400/xx_240_by_scarabuss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462983927388785922" /></a>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-66805374617348427462010-04-17T21:34:00.000-07:002010-04-18T00:35:49.077-07:0018/4/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_G7ZCL3VjbwMbhzgyuZl5H8Q47NKBk3ZiRqV5B5sPRSTDyQX7pp-H_WZacd9hJsQcra64bCGoBexE-LkOlb3b04lcA9-NCfjIejZnkWtVWGVgH0VvNBha21F39TjNTpbsisbKgO9zPfKT/s1600/24380_369391834425_662744425_3627421_6164986_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_G7ZCL3VjbwMbhzgyuZl5H8Q47NKBk3ZiRqV5B5sPRSTDyQX7pp-H_WZacd9hJsQcra64bCGoBexE-LkOlb3b04lcA9-NCfjIejZnkWtVWGVgH0VvNBha21F39TjNTpbsisbKgO9zPfKT/s400/24380_369391834425_662744425_3627421_6164986_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461332188844251970" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">+</span></span> Film and Arts appreciation, last paper tomorrow morning and have been going through the notes since 9 in the morning, took some time off to read on other stuffs, check on some people and it got me thinking about some issues.. This week had been.. hmm.. very dramatic?despite the finals.. too dramatic actually and too emotional for quite a few people including yours truly. I must say, i have never gone through or witness such dramas in my entire life until i landed here, and i have been to a lot of places. Almost all of us have our own issues, which we tell only certain people and i freaking hate it when people put on that mask and acts as if everything is fine when deep inside, we are but rusting metal waiting for time to consume us. I know, some might say it is better to spend your life smiling than being sad all the time.. but come on, a fake smile?? if thats what makes you happy, go on with it, but i highly doubt so, if it doesnt, may i suggest you stand up and speak up to rid these pests for good?? sounds like a better alternative to me.. I have never attached myself to a group of people this much before, due to the fact that i have always been shifting places since kindergarten and me not being the guy who never shuts up. When i started here, i thought to myself that maybe i should start letting people into my life rather than going through it alone.. then i met this group of people which i call The Peeps and told myself "why not give it a try?" and i definitely did. Everything was well and awesome in the beginning, we almost go everywhere together and it felt right and homely.. i thought i finally found where i belonged. Not long after, small issues started popping out amongst us, it was tolerable at first so nobody made a fuss about them, didnt think it would need some sorting out to do.. but time inflated the bubble and it cant hold anymore, then came intervention, which i believed to have only addressed the issues and never really changed anything.. And for a while, I lost all hope on The Peeps, i told myself they were walking timebombs and they are not diffuseable. I was in a dilemma whether or not to move on. Amidst all these, there was one person i hold dear to a lot, the one person whom i connected most with, knew what was going on. She was quite much like me and she told me that she was not going to give up on The Peeps, reason? because a group you felt belonged to is too precious to be let go off. True I thought. I was surprised. I asked how?.. it was Faith. I doubted it. But when i see her actually trying to patch things up solo mode, I was inspired, motivated, and I admired her a lot despite all the teasings.. for the first time in my life, i took faith under my wings. I took matters into my own hands. Helped everyone out with whatever i can in hopes of carving smiles on everyones faces.. However, despite these efforts, I unintentionally gave everyone a mask. Most problems did not go away, and new ones start coming and I was only made aware when things got really serious. I felt like a stranger at this point, even so, i still cling on to faith to this day, hoping that the storm passes and let there be clear blue skies once again. I missed the times we had together, I missed all those stupid things we say to each other, I missed everyone, especially you..</div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-15399486092218962332010-04-13T11:30:00.000-07:002010-04-14T05:30:03.530-07:0013/4/2010<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(120, 56, 150); font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p align="center"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#FF0000;">D</span> <span style="color:#0000FF;">I</span> <span style="color:#008000;">F</span> <span style="color:#FF8000;">F</span> <span style="color:#FF00FF;">E</span> <span style="color:#800080;">R</span> <span style="color:#FF0000;">E</span> <span style="color:#800080;">N</span> <span style="color:#FF0000;">C</span> <span style="color:#0000FF;">E</span> <span style="color:#008000;">S </span> <span style="color:#FF8000;">B</span> <span style="color:#FF00FF;">E</span> <span style="color:#FF0000;">T</span> <span style="color:#800080;">W</span> <span style="color:#FF0000;">E</span> <span style="color:#0000FF;">E</span> <span style="color:#008000;">N </span> <span style="color:#FF8000;">L</span> <span style="color:#FF00FF;">O</span> <span style="color:#800080;">V</span> <span style="color:#FF0000;">E </span> <span style="color:#800080;">A</span> <span style="color:#FF0000;">N</span> <span style="color:#0000FF;">D </span> <span style="color:#008000;">L</span> <span style="color:#FF8000;">I</span> <span style="color:#FF00FF;">K</span> <span style="color:#800080;">E</span></span></b></p><p align="center"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#800080;"><br /></span></span></b></p><b><p><b><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster<br />But in front of the person you like , you get happy.<br /><br />In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring<br />But in front of the person you like, winter is just a beautiful winter.<br /><br />If you look into the eyes of the one you love, you blush<br />But if you look into the eyes of the one you like, you smile.<br /><br />In front of the person you love, you can' t say everything on your mind<br />But in front of the person you like, you can.<br /><br />In front of the person you love, you tend to get shy<br />But in front of the person you like, you can show your ownself.<br /><br />Then person you love comes into your mind every 2 minutes.<br />You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you love<br />But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you like.<br /><br />When the one you love is crying, you cry with them<br />But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.<br /><br />The feeling of love starts from the eye<br />And the feeling of like starts from the ear.<br /><br />So if you stop liking a person you used to like<br />All you need to do is cover your ears,<br />But if you try to close your eyes<br />Love turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever after.</span></span></span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">Author Unknown</span></span></i></span></span></b></p></b></span>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-27155906508056973772010-04-12T05:26:00.000-07:002010-05-15T06:54:57.248-07:00Exam Phase<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqhEKA-uAPN2Gn4ZLi_hFOkE0nf5JYbM2MgoC-9JV6V3B2adZXWDg2wRZhgKtX91xFJE8CndKk1q-1DIDhj-qV53nlm9bMo-HokD8wE4LfEbNZAMcN6XH74Cz7uKOmN1qZ0PGKnQOb0NN/s1600/DSC01941.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqhEKA-uAPN2Gn4ZLi_hFOkE0nf5JYbM2MgoC-9JV6V3B2adZXWDg2wRZhgKtX91xFJE8CndKk1q-1DIDhj-qV53nlm9bMo-HokD8wE4LfEbNZAMcN6XH74Cz7uKOmN1qZ0PGKnQOb0NN/s400/DSC01941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459968866152746914" /></a>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-78087663359006801582010-04-09T11:51:00.000-07:002010-04-09T11:52:48.605-07:009/4/2010<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+</span></span> T'was a memorable day... =)˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-48130331822526264072010-04-06T08:50:00.000-07:002010-04-06T09:01:17.546-07:00Of My Lil cousin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTnQ-VkIUTG7bde7Yps8CFyM8fBA_brO22PPWamnYqAMgXFmrGy4TAHK10wlkiw5xpGoHhI5L-OLgZwrO7RebKdemiIHPXjk28f82n8WUjxsXpVG7Frqdhhi7Z0OkxtseohRj5a_ozCRV/s1600/P1030765.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTnQ-VkIUTG7bde7Yps8CFyM8fBA_brO22PPWamnYqAMgXFmrGy4TAHK10wlkiw5xpGoHhI5L-OLgZwrO7RebKdemiIHPXjk28f82n8WUjxsXpVG7Frqdhhi7Z0OkxtseohRj5a_ozCRV/s400/P1030765.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457055151423864706" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">+</span></span>This is Xiu Wei, had to spend the week at my place since her parents went overseas without her =/ and i must admit shes the closest most annoyingly cute cousin i have lol =)˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-80575582171569906612010-04-06T08:09:00.000-07:002010-04-06T08:21:21.838-07:00Of Pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirO6F6AA_5r8XGV4nFsk4Ba3OssU20TWeBf-AK5jvAFFH4aXnWkwj2j2595ejd2kSlrcu48Y_aRDLjiDSb5Xv7lJG6KtTbZR_XUFDRIMvZHCc3aoTfLbtGZrPOq7c4VdvK6_lOkj1-rv97/s1600/Lomo+(free+action).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirO6F6AA_5r8XGV4nFsk4Ba3OssU20TWeBf-AK5jvAFFH4aXnWkwj2j2595ejd2kSlrcu48Y_aRDLjiDSb5Xv7lJG6KtTbZR_XUFDRIMvZHCc3aoTfLbtGZrPOq7c4VdvK6_lOkj1-rv97/s400/Lomo+(free+action).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457044339488642770" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">+</span></span> Have been very picture-ry lately if you noticed. 1st reason was i got a hold of that camera that nobody is using, the Lumix, i just knew that i have 2 of those camera but have been under-used so heck, its mine noww =) 2nd reason was, i was browsing my pictures awhile ago and i noticed i have very few pictures of the times i had, i mean, 19 years of life and only a handful of pictures?? so i told myself to make taking pictures a casual thing, not to the point until im labeled a camwhore~ so expect more pictures from now on coz words can only tell so much... BUT i will still be writing of course! just less frequently ;)</div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-26596409589891214262010-04-05T08:21:00.000-07:002010-04-06T08:33:37.487-07:005/4/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVChHCATiBOoah-SPpnZkFfvAN2vH13gnOymprJMPnjaj8BCVPcxjMEuLckXcQ1SBDw1zlOncewXvAWDD6v3ngCD2qUtkuimC8jEfbt0UJ-ZipkqfdVxpk1GBw4DgNWh6tMOJny0SipIVf/s1600/P1030764.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVChHCATiBOoah-SPpnZkFfvAN2vH13gnOymprJMPnjaj8BCVPcxjMEuLckXcQ1SBDw1zlOncewXvAWDD6v3ngCD2qUtkuimC8jEfbt0UJ-ZipkqfdVxpk1GBw4DgNWh6tMOJny0SipIVf/s400/P1030764.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457046784629492690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">+</span></span>As Angels descend...</div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-46233494802456841232010-04-04T09:32:00.000-07:002010-04-06T09:34:30.085-07:00Of a Cherry Tree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSL7gGWxesU35E7FP8xgVvphc9sB-kwsCEW1DC7J-CRreygxfaZDKPNpLOcPOgF00iHbzZ0ER99O1GBAzCDQOhk7AUk7yaYvM9ZfKq4pkhPCmi2xN16EJcG4Nm6A8hHTGFTFjE_ae3Kju/s1600/25191_380827341386_522066386_3838894_903757_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSL7gGWxesU35E7FP8xgVvphc9sB-kwsCEW1DC7J-CRreygxfaZDKPNpLOcPOgF00iHbzZ0ER99O1GBAzCDQOhk7AUk7yaYvM9ZfKq4pkhPCmi2xN16EJcG4Nm6A8hHTGFTFjE_ae3Kju/s400/25191_380827341386_522066386_3838894_903757_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457063582601065714" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div id="photocaption_parent" class="clearfix" style="display: block; line-height: 15px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; "><div class="photocaption"><div class="photocaption_text"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">+</span></span>Good morning little cherry tree</div><div style="text-align: center;">May I dance beneath your arms?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Please be kind to me</div><div style="text-align: center;">I cannot withstand your charms</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hello little cherry tree</div><div style="text-align: center;">Please don't fade away</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your beauty shines so brightly</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your pink is as sweet as May</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Good afternoon little cherry tree</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love how your petals gently sway</div><div style="text-align: center;">So may I gaze upon thee,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Until the world is grey?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why do you blush little cherry tree?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your presence sweetens the endless days</div><div style="text-align: center;">And your scarlet robe fits you perfectly.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now take my hand and we'll dance away into eternity.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why do you taunt me so little cherry tree?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why do you live so short and bright?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Your beauty is so captivating</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want you for all time</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Good-night my little cherry tree</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let the snow be your bed</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't worry I will wait for you</div><div style="text-align: center;">Until those winter blankets shed</div></div></div></div></span>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-83876856731004757132010-04-03T09:17:00.000-07:002010-04-06T08:38:39.797-07:004/4/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLMioV3VIf22B6WQwOqKuHkc5hmL7o7MMFNxPhHoByGJjGg-ZWtjlYheITQrZWtLN6-BoeSD2nPlCj5G0iBbjqAczJXTptSxzpUrkrphJNO3FcaOq_LLTL8BuCGi624TaTQ32n7JrwIpz/s1600/P10307192.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLMioV3VIf22B6WQwOqKuHkc5hmL7o7MMFNxPhHoByGJjGg-ZWtjlYheITQrZWtLN6-BoeSD2nPlCj5G0iBbjqAczJXTptSxzpUrkrphJNO3FcaOq_LLTL8BuCGi624TaTQ32n7JrwIpz/s400/P10307192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455950808956546242" /></a>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-77837741271853648052010-03-30T07:14:00.001-07:002010-04-06T08:38:39.798-07:0030/3/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLMit9mhvBAbAMdpg2_nIFD55KXSjwZ_MxIoBrXZtoNAIOs0QRci3bbgXszkq2dkHcDDVb_E7yLOGR1J-RqOsfdht6GGJF4lche7GVoQMpFRDeQZGiCQuXaY6bf8dAE8QXh2nEZuFPCbo/s1600/24-03.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLMit9mhvBAbAMdpg2_nIFD55KXSjwZ_MxIoBrXZtoNAIOs0QRci3bbgXszkq2dkHcDDVb_E7yLOGR1J-RqOsfdht6GGJF4lche7GVoQMpFRDeQZGiCQuXaY6bf8dAE8QXh2nEZuFPCbo/s400/24-03.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454431881518560722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">+</span></span> I call this, the Magic Muffin XD funny story behind it ;)</div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-71527857739339839582010-03-26T05:50:00.000-07:002010-03-30T06:44:14.063-07:0026/3/2010<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxgss_8tLayEblga08u7S9T897_tiSMoIKC_kAMmStfxzlfSwRWFKzg4Im4BWaU4GCLMf-OfBhRMxhpi7JVOg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+</span></span>This was one day's work, so dont expect much =)</div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-56088869193767064392010-03-25T07:01:00.000-07:002010-03-30T07:09:21.566-07:0025/3/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNtMeZrtbXaMGf2KWrLAZa6repMDD588WDxzxC3BUuqS_f5zNEDraaD9kloSkZgloXP5vZIgmjWi4ZxR20Drk5b9rVhrq1qGJlfk0CE_yUJzFr_rreMEsMI0WmMbCZ36X5ewewPG2KZIXs/s1600/25-6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNtMeZrtbXaMGf2KWrLAZa6repMDD588WDxzxC3BUuqS_f5zNEDraaD9kloSkZgloXP5vZIgmjWi4ZxR20Drk5b9rVhrq1qGJlfk0CE_yUJzFr_rreMEsMI0WmMbCZ36X5ewewPG2KZIXs/s400/25-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454428227262138674" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+</span></span>Photo by no idea which cheeky chicken, Credits to the other Cheeky chicken Gloria for doing that lol and Casey Chong for editing the photo...=)˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-71957191637484810452010-03-24T06:50:00.000-07:002010-03-30T06:58:28.355-07:0024/3/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8QLJUK7tXB4J2omQbkZN4zDjC2hMlD6ZSB9LbUnPj7Qd0RQG6g6ACyrvTkMQm_PaTBSOkj3pNAY6eXnzc5KSjkhO6LMjPP7MjGzymRJIRX9gWFgc7TGK4tMCHIf2S8yh6tyvxygG03O_/s1600/24-3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8QLJUK7tXB4J2omQbkZN4zDjC2hMlD6ZSB9LbUnPj7Qd0RQG6g6ACyrvTkMQm_PaTBSOkj3pNAY6eXnzc5KSjkhO6LMjPP7MjGzymRJIRX9gWFgc7TGK4tMCHIf2S8yh6tyvxygG03O_/s400/24-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454424907277125458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+</span></span>PaperRoses' gadgets~ photo was my idea!! =D</div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-31737854585663404972010-03-20T06:33:00.000-07:002010-03-30T06:50:03.193-07:0020/3/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5t4ZQYRUx9tEbYmpKLkiwFsFDd9sePCMvSqcCeE1pvifv_PZDp49oT3brNbdAfnB18gc8Sp6ZwrwkKbNf2l_E3pZ0cnPnl7T8SMj9fSZOiWjtXRMCG7XNR9B3UgrgXPmgStG5bvjhvg2v/s1600/20-3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5t4ZQYRUx9tEbYmpKLkiwFsFDd9sePCMvSqcCeE1pvifv_PZDp49oT3brNbdAfnB18gc8Sp6ZwrwkKbNf2l_E3pZ0cnPnl7T8SMj9fSZOiWjtXRMCG7XNR9B3UgrgXPmgStG5bvjhvg2v/s400/20-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454423586396659026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Smilee~</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1Zi4I2Fon0lOz_hNUcy2Xexfz7Pp7TZ1oonYGZDYcyps3tzjtTt8F2LJpXr-7gE47zj7-dC0Qf6nHKGMqSwBQjirfWcKHFn7sYLTNF-q9CATUs8NZKtTp-PMNKMnSmsMewSZxn9CJGXN/s1600/20-03.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga1Zi4I2Fon0lOz_hNUcy2Xexfz7Pp7TZ1oonYGZDYcyps3tzjtTt8F2LJpXr-7gE47zj7-dC0Qf6nHKGMqSwBQjirfWcKHFn7sYLTNF-q9CATUs8NZKtTp-PMNKMnSmsMewSZxn9CJGXN/s400/20-03.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454423579149858130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+</span></span>2nd trip to Broga Hills with the Roses =) was disappointed tho the clouds hid the sun :/</div></div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-82961617746753909112010-03-19T06:09:00.000-07:002010-03-30T06:44:46.327-07:0019/3/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdG7HkF-vqZay3F8HV7XBgR0d8iE4bwnVR3GK97AE96PGPu1GQVQy-0FGYxuvdvRXpFyJuXOv6JtN85pzMaZAK1J07lM1MiBbbHohVKA7UVRMaksCuEoSv0zmPvVUQPvMlRWberBhS4pg/s1600/19-03.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdG7HkF-vqZay3F8HV7XBgR0d8iE4bwnVR3GK97AE96PGPu1GQVQy-0FGYxuvdvRXpFyJuXOv6JtN85pzMaZAK1J07lM1MiBbbHohVKA7UVRMaksCuEoSv0zmPvVUQPvMlRWberBhS4pg/s400/19-03.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454417797966916658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">+</span></span>A piece from the photoshoot i couldnt attend.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeeaZa7ePUZ-P3KuqT3B_hpn5bOzykpDrfuRN5cFir8GKBoRlv2FcCK0And5gtR9az-njbyW_uPqnDWAhTBgq_GmzEeU2Rll8i2WCNlAY_CNe97SGm-dd56z-czCIM6h7KdG_3w4GXwGHE/s1600/19-03.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeeaZa7ePUZ-P3KuqT3B_hpn5bOzykpDrfuRN5cFir8GKBoRlv2FcCK0And5gtR9az-njbyW_uPqnDWAhTBgq_GmzEeU2Rll8i2WCNlAY_CNe97SGm-dd56z-czCIM6h7KdG_3w4GXwGHE/s400/19-03.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454415945456566274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">+</span></span>A piece from the band photoshoot later today. =)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075787208407764254.post-4775244742372537942010-03-18T13:34:00.000-07:002010-03-18T14:11:10.036-07:00Dear You...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPiGZEm3qR4BFzKSemAZgU0fTjpkPG-SLNFeVkl97s_6cOE6w3F6EJAmwGzDcSjp1VYUncYkjzrQhyphenhyphenfaYe4RH4mk78fMiNQ6hZHe1b1h42LVrsAZVD8OqO-igF_92A-M3wxe_fl24dkgc/s1600-h/quote.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPiGZEm3qR4BFzKSemAZgU0fTjpkPG-SLNFeVkl97s_6cOE6w3F6EJAmwGzDcSjp1VYUncYkjzrQhyphenhyphenfaYe4RH4mk78fMiNQ6hZHe1b1h42LVrsAZVD8OqO-igF_92A-M3wxe_fl24dkgc/s400/quote.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450084401312284466" /></a>˙˙·˙·٠˙·٠•»».::αιvin†чσuиgвιoodz::.««•٠·˙٠·˙ ·˙ ˙http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138256854575384285noreply@blogger.com0