<?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-5847750355740006036</id><updated>2011-08-01T19:53:36.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Haze</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-965030104123863716</id><published>2009-11-18T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:10:19.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-blows dust off blog-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerpps, finally i am blogging - again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i have decided to not make this blog so much about my personal life, since my personal life is nothing interesting. rather.. hmm.. or maybe i should create another blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should. start everything on a clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeya bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-965030104123863716?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/965030104123863716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=965030104123863716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/965030104123863716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/965030104123863716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/11/blows-dust-off-blog-yerpps-finally-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-1163123263420354614</id><published>2009-09-18T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:05:12.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>although i'm sick, i can't bring myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i know that the moment i close my eyes, i'll see you. and then i'll remember how much i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are the feelings still there or are you over it?&lt;br /&gt;was it all on my part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to have all this uncertainty around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what goes through my heart and my mind each time when i see you, and each time that i don't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-1163123263420354614?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1163123263420354614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=1163123263420354614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/1163123263420354614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/1163123263420354614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/09/although-im-sick-i-cant-bring-myself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-6712583012021744235</id><published>2009-09-10T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:14:07.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quite a late announcement, but FAIZAL MADE IT THROUGH TO SINGAPORE IDOL TOP 12!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai and i were like jumping up and down when we heard the news. okaylah, not literally. but we were happy for him. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we've also decided to revoke our nickname for him back in primary school. for the moment. muahahah!&lt;br /&gt;see, we are that nice.&lt;br /&gt;except that we've been wanting to go down to the roadshows but just can't find the time. she has drama, i have promos (currently i'm running away from a date with an entire lineup of dead Soviet leaders. it's really scary)&lt;br /&gt;takpelah ehh faizal. no diff also. heheh. see you at ntuc - soon, maybe. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but despite his smooth performance on wednesday's piano show, i thought he could have done better? hahah. i dunno.. there's something he's not bringing out yet. but i'm sure he'll improve by the next round lah.&lt;br /&gt;see, i have that much faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, whatever. let's just get back to Gorby.&lt;br /&gt;i am so screwed for promos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-6712583012021744235?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-7893813463939237589</id><published>2009-08-27T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:35:32.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm trying to figure out a couple of things, but you know, you can never be sure. there's always a What If? behind every What Is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, miyavi successfully cheered me up. impulse purchase of his Victory Road To King Of Neo Visual Rock is very much worth it. i'm just really encouraged by his track featuring SUGIZO. and also his new song SuperHero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realize that when i'm sad, i tend to like stash myself away in a corner and listen to trance for an hour or two alone. but when i'm sad and i need to move about, i tend to opt for heavier visual kei music. and then that's where all the underground bands start appearing on my list. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking about visual kei, i don't know if X's Crucify My Love will continue to affect me. *laughs* ah whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-7893813463939237589?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7893813463939237589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=7893813463939237589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/7893813463939237589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/7893813463939237589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-trying-to-figure-out-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-3082848752434672047</id><published>2009-08-25T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:58:41.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to be honest, i just feel so lost and shattered now, i don't know what to feel or how to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish that this is all a nightmare, and when i wake up, things had always been the same between the two of us. sometimes i just get the impression that you hate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so confused. i just want to get out of this rut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-3082848752434672047?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3082848752434672047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=3082848752434672047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3082848752434672047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3082848752434672047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-be-honest-i-just-feel-so-lost-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-9188467565161947387</id><published>2009-08-20T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:17:18.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know you probably won't read this, but if it's to make me feel better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucify My Love by X-Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucify my love&lt;br /&gt;If my love is blind&lt;br /&gt;Crucify my love&lt;br /&gt;If it sets me free&lt;br /&gt;Never know Never trust&lt;br /&gt;"That love should see a color"&lt;br /&gt;Crucify my love&lt;br /&gt;If it should be the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing the heartache&lt;br /&gt;Feel it inside out&lt;br /&gt;When the wind cries&lt;br /&gt;I'll say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Tried to learn Tried to find&lt;br /&gt;To reach out for eternity&lt;br /&gt;Where's the answer&lt;br /&gt;Is this forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a river flowing to the sea&lt;br /&gt;You'll be miles away, and I will know&lt;br /&gt;I know I can deal with the pain&lt;br /&gt;No reason to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucify my love&lt;br /&gt;If my love is blind&lt;br /&gt;Crucify my love&lt;br /&gt;If it sets me free&lt;br /&gt;Never know Never trust&lt;br /&gt;"That love should see a color"&lt;br /&gt;Crucify my love&lt;br /&gt;If it should be the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til the loneliness shadows the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sailing down and I will know&lt;br /&gt;I know I can clear clouds away&lt;br /&gt;Oh Is it a crime to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing the heartache&lt;br /&gt;Feel it inside out&lt;br /&gt;When the wind cries&lt;br /&gt;I'll say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Tried to learn Tried to find&lt;br /&gt;To reach out for eternity&lt;br /&gt;Where's the answer&lt;br /&gt;Is this forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love is blind&lt;br /&gt;Crucify my love&lt;br /&gt;If it sets me free&lt;br /&gt;Never know Never trust&lt;br /&gt;"That love should see a color"&lt;br /&gt;Crucify my love&lt;br /&gt;If it should be the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-9188467565161947387?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9188467565161947387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=9188467565161947387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/9188467565161947387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/9188467565161947387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-you-probably-wont-read-this-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-4543869166297823034</id><published>2009-08-18T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:55:32.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alot of stuffs have been happening. some happy, some not so. but hey, i guess that's the way life rocks our boat, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start off with happier things. yesterday, went out with bestie after school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got our ashidy ridwan singles, went to fill up our orchestra-ing tummies and then headed home to wonderful woodlands. as usual, in the mrt, i fell asleep. *laughs* i don't know. i have this mechanism where i can't sit in the mrt for more than 10 minutes without wanting and falling asleep. there's something about the mrt that makes sleeping in it so comfortable. is it the aircon? is it the seat? one thing's for sure, it's definitely not the people in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, it feels nice to not do anything school-related at home. now i'm left to wonder what to do during my break first thing tomorrow morning. oh yes, photocopy stuffs. oh wells. and i owe nazril an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, sometimes i really appreciate having a notebook, because people like me have super selective memory. unless it affects me in a big way, i usually don't bother to remember stuffs. which is a bad habit i probably should stop, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's 18 august. some celebrate their birthday today. some have phototaking today. some decided to quiz the history class on random history "On this day..." trivia. [btw, in case you're interested (which i know defo not), on this day in 1991 was the hardliners' coup against Mikhail Gorbachev of the former Soviet Union.] some crashed others' school today and made them ROFL. some laughed. some cried. some got angry. some got confused. some found love. some lost love. some found their souls. some have their hearts broken. some just can't break it to their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all said and done&lt;br /&gt;can't believe what you did&lt;br /&gt;how can I be the one&lt;br /&gt;is it all just in my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying hard not to breathe&lt;br /&gt;maybe then i'll let you leave&lt;br /&gt;nothing more i could do&lt;br /&gt;all i am is there with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was easy to see&lt;br /&gt;she would cherish your love&lt;br /&gt;your touch, your kiss&lt;br /&gt;and all that's in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave you my soul&lt;br /&gt;to have and to hold&lt;br /&gt;so lost, confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only he knew&lt;br /&gt;if only he knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ adapted from Taufik's If Only She Knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-4543869166297823034?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4543869166297823034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=4543869166297823034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/4543869166297823034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/4543869166297823034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/alot-of-stuffs-have-been-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-6680778270806854576</id><published>2009-08-18T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:14:53.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never thought i'd find this song to really matter one day. (yes, i wrote the lyrics out. on a tune i have yet to pen to music note-form). and what's the title? why don't you suggest to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun-thawed ice melt away&lt;br /&gt;And the ground, let it drown&lt;br /&gt;In the warm kiss&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alive again, no?&lt;br /&gt;All the cold's fade away, no?&lt;br /&gt;From now on, it's just the sun isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the spring rain fell&lt;br /&gt;I never though the water could cut&lt;br /&gt;Until pink and orange scents float past me&lt;br /&gt;I realize I've been hurt&lt;br /&gt;But still I can't bring myself to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFF:&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you, my spring love&lt;br /&gt;Just like the rain you come and go&lt;br /&gt;Your love bloomed then withered&lt;br /&gt;Let me just pick up the fallen petals&lt;br /&gt;And dry them in the summer heat&lt;br /&gt;So when autumn's shadows come&lt;br /&gt;I don't need winter breeze&lt;br /&gt;To freeze my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood on the rubbled path&lt;br /&gt;And looked up silently, cherry blossom&lt;br /&gt;Raining down&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright now, no?&lt;br /&gt;You'll come see me, no?&lt;br /&gt;From today we'll never be apart, won't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when the last sakura fell&lt;br /&gt;It never felt like it's the end&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw trees lose their smiles&lt;br /&gt;I realize nothing's left&lt;br /&gt;And then my heart starts to whisper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-6680778270806854576?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6680778270806854576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=6680778270806854576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/6680778270806854576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/6680778270806854576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-never-thought-id-find-this-song-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-6160075815045821088</id><published>2009-08-14T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:35:13.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and if it's alright, i'll still be loving you&lt;br /&gt;cos i can't break it to my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-6160075815045821088?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6160075815045821088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=6160075815045821088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/6160075815045821088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/6160075815045821088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-if-its-alright-ill-still-be-loving.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-5582808616569968722</id><published>2009-07-28T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:55:35.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been so happy recently *laughs* technically, it was since monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess this must be how it is *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the certainty. thank you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-5582808616569968722?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-920514450451364610</id><published>2009-07-23T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:05:06.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ku menanti&lt;br /&gt;dan tetap terus menanti&lt;br /&gt;hingga kini&lt;br /&gt;dengan ketabahan hati&lt;br /&gt;ku mencari&lt;br /&gt;akan kesilapan diri&lt;br /&gt;selama ini yang tidak ku temui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku menanti&lt;br /&gt;bilakah kau akan kembali&lt;br /&gt;hingga kini&lt;br /&gt;tiada berita darimu&lt;br /&gt;ku harungi&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan hidup ini&lt;br /&gt;sampai nanti bertemu di syurgawi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-920514450451364610?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-6404280602066851596</id><published>2009-07-20T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:27:53.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe "i'm sorry, please forgive me" isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;not maybe. it isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certainty. uncertainty. certainty.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just too scared to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-6404280602066851596?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6404280602066851596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-992946146544645748</id><published>2009-07-16T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:00:13.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cassis by The Gazette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Always, I did nothing but make you sad&lt;br /&gt;Surely I've hurt you, even now I still can't move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt so much to be touched by you?&lt;br /&gt;Surely, the same things will repeat themselves&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm scared I'll lose you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By drawing close I tried to wipe away&lt;br /&gt;That day which I couldn't completely forget&lt;br /&gt;You just held these hands without asking anything, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if your feelings fade tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll still love you unchangingly&lt;br /&gt;Even if you can't see me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll still love you without fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll walk together, the future's not promised&lt;br /&gt;it keeps walking together, to the future in which you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can forget all the hard times&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;Counting the number of nights I can't see you&lt;br /&gt;My heart yearns for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inviting the loneliness of misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, please don't cry alone&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;Let's believe in each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep smiling like this no matter what&lt;br /&gt;Not being made to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;The number of time lapses are fading away&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to repeat those feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if your feelings fade tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll still love you unchangingly&lt;br /&gt;Even if you can't see me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll still love you without fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, please look only at me&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, please don't let go of this hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll walk together, the future not promised&lt;br /&gt;It keeps walking together, to the future in which you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;all i want to say i can't say. when hope and delusion mix, we'll just live in a world of illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-992946146544645748?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/992946146544645748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=992946146544645748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/992946146544645748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/992946146544645748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/cassis-by-gazette-always-over-and-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-5338435069394823019</id><published>2009-07-09T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:29:23.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what? i'm learning japanese in a rojak manner. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;seriously. all my katakana, hiragana and kanji are jumbled up together.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learn character by character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just hope there's a romanji-english dictionary somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm telling myself to stop hoping already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;but for once my head is listening to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-5338435069394823019?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5338435069394823019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=5338435069394823019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/5338435069394823019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/5338435069394823019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-what-im-learning-japanese-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-4785314509035875906</id><published>2009-07-07T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:55:29.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FB ESP group is evil! doushite? cos it's making me frickin' jealous seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAKITO's (FOREST-GT)&lt;br /&gt;AOI's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URUHA's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitars!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the ESP Sho-Ryu-Ken which is like, my dream guitar #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWRSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;so we go on and on this merry go round,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;trying to chase a love that can never be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-4785314509035875906?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4785314509035875906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=4785314509035875906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/4785314509035875906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/4785314509035875906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/fb-esp-group-is-evil-doushite-cos-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-4800106137732856536</id><published>2009-07-05T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:54:25.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really can't imagine life without music. that's like imagining night without lights, or stars, or moon. it'll just be so empty, and the world will be such a sad place. there'll be no... energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how nice it'll be if the best energy source is music? that way we'll never run out of energy. but music is not like fuels. it doesn't feed electricity. well, maybe it does, to your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music is truly a universal language, isn't it? i think the best part about music is&lt;br /&gt;1) when you listen to a song in another language that you don't understand, but you can really feel the emotion in the music&lt;br /&gt;2) instrumental music conveying messages that stick to your soul, and expresses a thousand different things to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for no. 2, my current example would be Utopia by Matenrou Opera. for those who haven't listened to it, i urge you, go listen to it. i think that's the most beautiful piece i've heard in a long time. it's wonderful to know wordless music is the best way to leave an impact on people. i've listened to the song on loop countlessly and it still never fails to move me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i really really love music, i guess. *laugh* and my guitar as well. even though i'm not as good on it as my brother. but i shall try my best to improve in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-4800106137732856536?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4800106137732856536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=4800106137732856536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/4800106137732856536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/4800106137732856536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-cant-imagine-life-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-7991346735964179610</id><published>2009-07-05T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:33:21.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in a songwriting mania despite my stiff shoulder/arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head never agrees with my body. is that a mark of stubborness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arigatou anzi-kun. utopia really inspired me (and brought me to tears despite it being purely instrumental) (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-7991346735964179610?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7991346735964179610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=7991346735964179610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/7991346735964179610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/7991346735964179610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-in-songwriting-mania-despite-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-7255288230020433517</id><published>2009-07-03T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:49:42.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally the exams are done! writing close to 30 pages worth of papers in 3 days is enough to strain my hand. *laughs* that's a lie. it was already worn out due to guitar for the past few weeks. to put it in history exam terms, the terms just exacerbated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but songwriting is a... what do we call it? unprecedented process. it happens anytime and anywhere, at least for me. as long as words or a tune pops into my head, i end up sitting down and just sketching them out. and as for the chords, it's a case of testing chords. *laughs* eh, it's really not a nice way or correct way to write songs. no tempo and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as the requirement for terms was to mug (which i never succeed at... i can't mug. it's not in my nature to sit down and just stare at a book for hours. i need music. i need distracting things like a ring, a pen, the internet, a CD, a book or just a pretty sky). i ended up songwriting. and now, by the end of terms mugging period, i have 4 songs completed. and neither of them are titled. i already named a song i wrote a few months back Unfinished. i can't name my songs Unnamed 1, Unnamed 2 etc., can i? but then it'll be like having my own jianizimu collection *laughs* gomen ne naitomea-san! jianizimu is completely yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm actually pretty happy i finally got down to reading a proper book. my choice concurrently: Pride and Prejudice, and Darcy's Story. it took me until chapter 20 of PP to actually detect the humour in the book :/ BUT now i've detected it, i enjoy the book more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What is more mortifying than to feel you've missed the Plum for want of courage&lt;br /&gt;to shake the Tree?  ~Logan Pearsall Smith&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;if i tell myself i didn't like you, it'll be a complete lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;but because of who you are and who i am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i don't have a choice but to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-7255288230020433517?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7255288230020433517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=7255288230020433517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/7255288230020433517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/7255288230020433517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-exams-are-done-writing-close-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-7400455442518469906</id><published>2009-06-28T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:54:24.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised: i write songs without knowing the chords/notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i write the lyrics, craft a tune. play by ear. and have absolutely no idea what chord/notes i'm playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this a bad habit. i really should craft songs properly - with knowledge of chords/notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i need to get hold of that guitar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-7400455442518469906?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7400455442518469906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=7400455442518469906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/7400455442518469906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/7400455442518469906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-realised-i-write-songs-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-8594582854340932658</id><published>2009-06-26T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:01:56.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's a few reasons why i like the dead of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspirational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-8594582854340932658?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8594582854340932658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=8594582854340932658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/8594582854340932658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/8594582854340932658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-few-reasons-why-i-like-dead-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-2398201780721010904</id><published>2009-06-26T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:58:54.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's already saturday morning (0135) and i have come to the conclusion: i am screwed for my terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think about my future, and what i really like. what i really want to do. i don't want a desk-job. i want to do something that i like, that i enjoy. and apparently it doesn't involve anything that i've studied. *laughs* but if other people know, they'd probably look at me in disbelief and tell me i'm wasting away my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the things i have a passion for... well, music, words, make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells. is there such a job that focuses on all the three?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-2398201780721010904?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2398201780721010904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=2398201780721010904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/2398201780721010904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/2398201780721010904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-already-saturday-morning-0135-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-3186821414608640742</id><published>2009-06-25T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:08:11.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally finished with mugging for international history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just how much is actually retained inside my head? i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also because i've already forgotten my econs, so i have to re-mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just remembered i have 2 history essays to do. i wish my selective memory will remember these important things next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i want to go play game! haven't played for so long - i miss my XBox and my PC Games. last game i played was The Godfather. but i don't feel like being a mafia boss. i also don't feel like playing FIFA because Spain just lost 0-2 to USA. (porque, espana? porque?? but unbeaten 35-game streak is pretty impressive. equalled brazil ne?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i go play Halo? or maybe i should follow Noopie's footsteps and play Pokemon. i heard there's a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deepening urge to go to the arcade. Timezone, wherefore art thou?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-3186821414608640742?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3186821414608640742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=3186821414608640742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3186821414608640742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3186821414608640742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-finished-with-mugging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-471277385783216716</id><published>2009-06-25T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:33:29.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i might as well kill my own blog. lack of activity all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a pretty day. when i woke up, the weather was cold. then in the afternoon, it got hotter. but indoors, it's beautiful: blue sky, white clouds and happy green trees outside, cool room inside. it's like being in a postcard with a thermostat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be mugging. but i always succeed halfway.&lt;br /&gt;must try to be more mugging-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep on creating new non-language words everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. maybe i should learn to be a bit normal. FB has been telling me i'm not *laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-471277385783216716?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/471277385783216716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=471277385783216716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/471277385783216716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/471277385783216716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-might-as-well-kill-my-own-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-7992411576771414478</id><published>2009-06-17T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:39:51.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i intended to write sense here. really. but in the end i just gave up because i'll be spamming my blog page with my current affairs POV. but some stuffs really need to be said. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i just read a few articles from a few newspaper from a neighbouring country. and it wasn't very nice. apparently it involved a certain former politician slamming one of singapore's uhh.. former/current politician. former/current because technically, he still is a politician but he's not you know, in charge of the country. anyway, let's call the first politician M and the second politician K. (if you have any sense of news, you'll know who i'm talking about) so basically M slams K because K's country (i.e. my country) is like the Middle Kingdom whose hinterland stretches to Beijing, Tokyo and of course, M's country. i read M's blog entry, and the first thing that comes to my mind: does this old guy have nothing better to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a singaporean, it did piss me off reading those sort of comments. as a singaporean of the minority race in singapore, it pissed me off because all of those are untrue. marginalisation? hello?? maybe i haven't lived long enough to actually make a substantial conclusion, but from all that i've experienced, i won't go as far as to say there's marginalisation. i guess i speak up for the generation of my kind when i say marginalisation is too harsh a term. we're long past the days when the malays are exempted from NS (no, it wasn't a happy thing for the malays at that time) - that is ancient past history. i don't deny, there's racism in singapore. but it's not severe until we all have to stamp together and protest for justice and start slamming every other people who we deem culpable for the state we are in. pretty much, does this 'cloud of oppression' push us to strive harder to get what we want out of life? yeah, sure as hell it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter what we do, but to me and my generation, the issue of race/marginalisation/prejudice is pretty much something that as a normal human being, we are partial to it. there should be no such things - then we'll live in an ideal world. overtime, racist jokes are well, jokes if we take it with a pinch of salt. that's not to say i'm advocating racism - prejudices are never a good thing for the people of a country. all i can say is, so what? just pick yourself up, stop whining and prove it to the disbelievers. once you've proved your worth, they'll shut up, won't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no point whining and harping on about inequality in the sytem etc. honestly, system and laws are created by humans - surely, there are flaws. to err is human. but to overcome it is superhuman. to admit your errors, now, that's something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, my ramblings aside, the case in point i wanted to make here is this: take a mirror and stare hard at your reflection before you let your emotions rule your head. if something is a fact of life, face it. accept it. admit it. going round and stabbing your uhh.. ex-foreign colleague through something like a blog is just well... low. you know what? it's disgusting to know that an older person who is usually considered wiser is well, sounding the opposite. i've read the comments coming from the readers of the newspapers in M's country in response to his blog post, and most of them share the same sentiments as me: ashamed. hell, if i were one of them, i'd be ashamed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought that if you go out on a high, remain floating at the top or go even higher. there's no point you go out on a high, then you do small things that eventually throw you back to the bottom and lose people's respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-7992411576771414478?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7992411576771414478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=7992411576771414478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/7992411576771414478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/7992411576771414478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-intended-to-write-sense-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-2593929451919945242</id><published>2009-05-18T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:29:09.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and here i am blogging for the first time in a long time. maybe cos nowadays i actually have something to blog about? who knows lah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, about the upcoming drama collaboration with JJC entitled 9 Jam(Hours)! i swear, i am going to miss the entire production team once this ends. JJC people, you all are so much fun, and i say this from the bottom of my heart. although rehearsals are long and we get hungry by the time the clock hits 7, i honestly look forward to attending them. haha. seriously, i am not kidding. everyone is just so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then halfway my friend finally smsed me the result of the AC-VJ soccer semis that i had to miss. and well, congratulations to VJ for making it through to the finals. you guys were the better team today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? oh yes, dayah rang me up to totally tell me something that is an 'emergency' concerning a snail. i laughed when i heard it (yeah, i know, i'm mean) but when i saw the snail, i finally understood what she meant. and guess what? i actually pitied the poor snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and vebi was like telling me how enthu she is about the perkampungan bahas next friday! then again, i am too! but all the more i am happy to see all my fellow pembahas have the spirit to give our best for this bahas (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'know, it's in this sort of situation where i will go off-character and actually admit that a school motto can actually make sense: The Best Is Yet To Be. (okay, fine. this is the sort of school thing we'll make use of when we don't get what we want. cos it's like, it's okay to fail now cos the best is yet to be. my semarak-ers would know. haha! all thanks to dayah's smartness in the ladies' at TJC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gearing up for the big days on friday and saturday: we, the peeps of a self-created anglo-jurong jc, will rock things out in 9 Jam (Hours)! (padahal drama sak, bukannya rock concert pun)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-2593929451919945242?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2593929451919945242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=2593929451919945242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/2593929451919945242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/2593929451919945242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-here-i-am-blogging-for-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-8386026197258475423</id><published>2009-05-11T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:23:41.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;if i could have things my way and risk everything, i'd go up and tell you the truth. but i can't help being so aware of things that i'm just silenced. and this helplessness is frustrating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlalu Cinta oleh Rossa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan dekat atau&lt;br /&gt;Jangan datang kepadaku lagi&lt;br /&gt;Aku semakin tersiksa&lt;br /&gt;Karena tak memilikimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku coba jalani hari&lt;br /&gt;Dengan mengganti dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hatiku selalu&lt;br /&gt;Berpihak lagi padamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa semua ini&lt;br /&gt;Terjadi kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan maafkan diri ini&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak pernah bisa&lt;br /&gt;Menjauh dari angan tentangnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun apalah daya ini&lt;br /&gt;Bila ternyata sesungguhnya&lt;br /&gt;Aku terlalu cinta dia&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlanjur Cinta oleh Rossa feat. Ungu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waktu bergulir lambat&lt;br /&gt;merantai langkah perjalanan kita&lt;br /&gt;berjuta cerita terukir&lt;br /&gt;dalam menjadi sebuah dilema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengertikah engkau&lt;br /&gt;perasaanku tak terhapuskan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam menangis tetes embun membasahi mata hatiku&lt;br /&gt;mencoba bertahan di atas puing-puing cinta&lt;br /&gt;yang tlah rapuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa yang ku genggam&lt;br /&gt;tak mudah untuk aku lepaskan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reff:&lt;br /&gt;aku terlanjur cinta kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;dan tlah kuberikan seluruh hatiku&lt;br /&gt;tapi mengapa baru kini kau pertanyakan cintaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pun tak mengerti yang terjadi&lt;br /&gt;apa salah dan kurang ku padamu&lt;br /&gt;kini terlambat sudah untuk dipersalahkan&lt;br /&gt;karna sekali cinta, aku tetap cinta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-8386026197258475423?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8386026197258475423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=8386026197258475423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/8386026197258475423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/8386026197258475423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-i-could-have-things-my-way-and-risk.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-5025278005136502406</id><published>2009-05-04T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:37:17.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ignoring details about the upcoming MCS drama production. doinks. secret, secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, more important news: AC football team made it through to the semis! they beat TPJC 2-0. haha. i never expected MJC to beat RJC with what, 4-1? but i bet the Meridians were probably exacting their revenge for last friday's loss to AC. heheh. anw, this means that AC will be up against VJC in the semis! (and according to some tagboarders on RedSports.sg, AGAIN?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, that's all i want to update. hehe. football always drives me wild ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, shoo away liverpool. let man utd win the premiership, chelsea the champions league. i have no idea why, but honestly, back then i wasn't as uhh... that horried to the Kop. i actually liked them (*gasp in horror*) after the 2005 Champions League miracle. and also for Stevie G and Xabi Alonso and Fernando Torres. but now, i think the entire "see-the-football-world-through-red-tinted specs"has influenced me greatly. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll keep the red flag flying high, cos man united will never die! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-5025278005136502406?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5025278005136502406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=5025278005136502406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/5025278005136502406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/5025278005136502406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/05/ignoring-details-about-upcoming-mcs.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-2975574348915145514</id><published>2009-04-25T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:58:40.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atas Nama Cinta by Rossa (Cinta Fitri theme)</title><content type='html'>Aku wanita yang punya cinta di hati&lt;br /&gt;Dan dirimu dan dirinya dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa terlambat cintamu telah termiliki&lt;br /&gt;Sedang diriku dengan dia tak begitu cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa yang lain bisa&lt;br /&gt;Mendua dengan mudahnya&lt;br /&gt;Namun kita terbelenggu&lt;br /&gt;Dalam ikatan tanpa cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Reff:]&lt;br /&gt;Atas nama cinta&lt;br /&gt;Hati ini tak mungkin terbagi&lt;br /&gt;Sampai nanti bila aku mati&lt;br /&gt;Cinta ini hanya untuk engkau&lt;br /&gt;Atas nama cinta&lt;br /&gt;Kurelakan jalanku merana&lt;br /&gt;Asal engkau akhirnya denganku&lt;br /&gt;Kubersumpah atas nama cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa yang lain bisa&lt;br /&gt;Mendua dengan mudahnya&lt;br /&gt;Namun kita terbelenggu&lt;br /&gt;Dalam ikatan tanpa cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[back to Reff]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-2975574348915145514?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2975574348915145514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=2975574348915145514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/2975574348915145514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/2975574348915145514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/atas-nama-cinta-by-rossa-cinta-fitri.html' title='Atas Nama Cinta by Rossa (Cinta Fitri theme)'/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-1083122851920961040</id><published>2009-04-25T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:41:16.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ACJC won Semarak Temasek!! ~whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really couldn't describe my feelings when they first announced izza as the best female vocalist, then AC as winner. haha! okay, that's a lie. i was just so proud and happy of my Semarak-ers that i uncharacteristically cried. it's like, all the hard work and the entire behind the scenes issue (every team's bound to have one, anyway) just finally paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to the girls - izza, mira, hid, fizah, V: ILY all! i'm really really happy that we all did a Nike and turns out we won! we've been through so much, but most importantly we've bonded and understood each other better through this! go Semarak-ers! (tau, tau. tak glam sangat nama, tapi heckkk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to cikgu jam, and our seniors, mira's mama and sisters, and the J1s who supported us for, well, supporting and believing in us and helping us out! thank you also to all the other JCs for your congratulatory wishes! korang gerek ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah, in short, thank you everyBODY! [Allah, kalau dari tadi cakap mcm gini kan dah habis cerita]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;i told myself to get over you cos there's absolutely no chance. but why am i still waiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-1083122851920961040?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1083122851920961040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=1083122851920961040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/1083122851920961040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/1083122851920961040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/acjc-won-semarak-temasek-whoo-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-1708209174337616172</id><published>2009-04-19T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:06:14.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what? i discovered a new VK band to like: Vidoll! or also called vidor, vidoru.. due to the engrish thingy, maybe? although the original version of the name was bijenkei. huahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i discovered vidoll first when i was flipping through Neo Genesis, and well, their new album title Esoteric Romance intrigued me. but it's only today that i bothered to hear them out. and i am in love with their music! jui's voice is not that exceptional, i have to admit. but compared to shou alice nine? hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out that jui's from sendai! the same kampong as my naitomea members. and then to my surprise, found out that he was in a band with sakito and ruka from naitomea as well! so in short, they're neighbours? schoolmates? this is so exciting! and there was ferind and i wondering why saki and ruka never seem to interact. apparently it's because they've known each other for that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visual kei suki desu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-1708209174337616172?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1708209174337616172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=1708209174337616172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/1708209174337616172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/1708209174337616172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-what-i-discovered-new-vk-band-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-289076991726001667</id><published>2009-04-18T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:18:36.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the blunt truth: i am really very tired. and all i want is a nice 10-hour uninterrupted sleep. and about 2 days holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;guess i just keep falling for you with every passing day, with every little glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my heart calls out for you, but i don't have a choice except to silence it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know it's best to leave things alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but what if i'm giving up on the one chance to make things work out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-289076991726001667?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/289076991726001667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=289076991726001667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/289076991726001667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/289076991726001667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/blunt-truth-i-am-really-very-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-3382373556582445721</id><published>2009-04-07T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:54:31.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my body aches are killing me. no thanks to PE lesson yesterday. rawrs. but i can't complain, i guess, since the entire class is going through the same thing. haha! ni lah baru dikatakan, one for all and one for all. doinks. macam btol aje aku semangat sampai macam gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, today uhh.. technically i didn't do much work. haha! i came online, msned with nenek (aka herniati), then until now with mai while creating a Facebook account and completing the body paragraph for GP. and at the same time i was like playing mariah carey's songs from my files. muahaha. i am so the multi-tasker -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, why am i blogging today? i have absolutely no idea. maybe because i feel enlightened about the possible addictiveness of FB? i have a friendster, but it's collecting dust on cyberspace. as much as FB is intriguing to me now, i still foresee that it'll just end up collecting dust on cyberspace as well. actually, i think i have a lot of things just collecting dust on cyberspace. wait, isn't that a dangerous thing to do? sheesh. i am simply rambling on and on here with absolutely no idea what i'm babbling about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC Perbayu got through TJC's Semarak Temasek! alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, now i remember what i have to do: Aliff Aziz's Songwriting Competition. i shall go and finish up what i've already typed out. ah well. there's game later on at 3am: Man Utd vs Porto! talking about game, i wonder how the soccer team fared just now. but now the focus should just be on my Red Devils! sekali we uhh.. lose to Porto. shikasima..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised something: FB is starting to irritate the hell out of me within 1 hour after me creating my account. and apparently i miss listening to mariah carey's voice - she's defo one of my fave singers ever (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-3382373556582445721?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3382373556582445721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=3382373556582445721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3382373556582445721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3382373556582445721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-body-aches-are-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-3041690612128024295</id><published>2009-03-23T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:41:15.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just came to a realization that sometimes Seto Kaiba deserves to get slapped. haha! *rushes over to hug him* okay, no. that's so harsh. but seriously, sometimes his smirks and condescending attitude calls for it. but hey, guess that's what makes Seto .. well, Seto. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna continue with my fanfic! i have an idea already forming in my head for the next chapter. muahaha. setoooooooooo! he is so .. uhh, everything in one? cute + pain in the ass + nice + honourable in some sense + a**hole (self-admitted in YGOTAS) + arrogant + confident + super super super rich. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like going to school at all. rawrs. but at least today i bought my Neo-Genesis mag! and sakito-kun!!! there are like 2 double-sided posters of him, and around 4-5 photoshots of him. kawaii desu! okay, shutting up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-3041690612128024295?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3041690612128024295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=3041690612128024295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3041690612128024295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3041690612128024295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-came-to-realization-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-8617266266406834815</id><published>2009-03-22T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:51:47.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i have officially changed my blogskin! adieu my crazy, silly, occasionally dumb (except for tamaki) senpais from ouran high and konnichiwa takuya-kun and company from Uverworld! AwakEve is their new album, and since i chanced upon it on the net, why not use it? although currently i'm into VK (i am addicted to The GazettE now, and 12012. ruki and wataru. brothers in different bands. muahaha), i can't think of a better way than to honour the band that interested me a helluva lot into the world of J-rock. arigatou Uverworld! (and p/s - their new songs are so rockin'!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than that, Uverworld seemed appropriate cos their music isn't just into a particular type: it's a smorgasbord. much like my life itself, so it just seems so appropriate. hehe. i just realised that i haven't given out my blog add to any of my jc schoolmates yet, but heck. have you seen the links at the bottom of the page? i like the sense of small number yet cozy bunch of people. hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw, the purpose of my update is to sum up my march hols. school is boring capisce, so i really have nothing to blog about. it's when it's the hols and i hang out with some of the people that i love the most that makes it a worthy blog entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on thursday, me and bestest bestie went out to celebrate our bday! hehe! sikit punya siang ehh. initially we thought of going to Cashbox, but because the place sikit punya accessible, we settled for KBox Cineleisure. hehe! and of course, what else do you expect from these 2 divas when we were appropriately given room no. 19? we sang and uhh.. danced. haha! okay, we sang - a lot. we danced - a bit. we searched for songs in the tracklist - a very very very very long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in the midst of it, we had our cake-cutting session! okay, lesson for all those aspiring divas out there. if you want to bring a cake and cut it during your concert, please bring a knife. don't be like us - use straw. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tak glamour terus&lt;/span&gt;. and there was another &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tak glamour terus&lt;/span&gt; moment right outside taka. don't ask lah ehh what we did with the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the cake is pretty okay! it even has our age (7) on it! thank you umai's friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/ScXrhdX8RAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jSML53e1zyY/s1600-h/DSC02336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315913895233995778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/ScXrhdX8RAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jSML53e1zyY/s320/DSC02336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/ScXrhdX8RAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jSML53e1zyY/s1600-h/DSC02336.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and because we are divas lah kan, so we also need to act like diva even when we eat. muahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/ScXsZwdGWHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LTMQGclyNJM/s1600-h/fikaumaikbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315914862428575858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/ScXsZwdGWHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LTMQGclyNJM/s320/fikaumaikbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amaciam? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happening gitu&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe. and if you're wondering why the heck some of those tag words are in red, it's all because of Gema Puisi Artistik at NYJC yesterday! it was so much fun - minus the entire Riverside Sec vs Pasir Ris Sec cheering/jeering/shouting competition which me, umai, herniati and farhanah were right smack in the middle of. Pasir Ris Sec won, and deservedly so. to be honest, i was torn between PRSS and TKSS because both were great in the way the delivered their contents. PRSS was dynamic, but TKSS was kinda cute. there's this one scene where i absolutely adored: "kring, kring. hello? siapa nak jadi hero?" anw, kudos to all the winners! and i am so hyped up to go again next year! and of course lah, ada certain people on stage also kan umai kan? hehehe. i know you know we know who lah kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;apa seyy tulang&lt;/span&gt;. tomorrow boring boring school starts. shikasima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5847750355740006036-8617266266406834815?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8617266266406834815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=8617266266406834815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/8617266266406834815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/8617266266406834815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-i-have-officially-changed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/ScXrhdX8RAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jSML53e1zyY/s72-c/DSC02336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-2670927001963045967</id><published>2009-03-17T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:34:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nevermind the fact that it was my sweet 17 yesterday (yes, okay. happy birthday to me! but still a long way to go before i'm of voting age i.e. able to get a driving license). i'm actually more interested in how the world is developing in this age of turbulent economy and uncertain financial progress. Singapore had just recently declared that it will be facing a projected of more or less 8.5% decline in Q4, with slow growth in 2010. and more undergrads are being laid off. on hindsight, this isn't exactly the best scenario that we want to hear. well, the IMF did say that this global recession will last till 2011, so don't expect things to be a bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read something interesting on Economist.com. apparently, hotel rates per night are going down. tokyo's is slightly lower than US$300, while Abu Dhabi and Moscow remains pretty expensive at US$400. still, the general trend here is that most countries' hotel rates decreased by 20%. so is this a sign that we should spend on the tourism industry i.e. go for more holidays? if that's the case, then hey, let's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always felt that the key to overcoming a recession is for society to spend. as long as money is circulated and put to good use, the economy should still be running. besides, that's how profits are made, no? with more profits, shouldn't a country be able to at least hold out the economic crisis? of course, the opportunity cost on the consumers will be high, but if it's for the society's benefit, doesn't that make this matter substantial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy, i shall stop plaguing this website with economics matters. but seriously, i can't help but wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, back to my personal life. first of all, my birthday celebration yesterday! went to pastamania with my family, and let me just say that while the food is satisfactory, i'd like to go for a better italian restaurant. but overall, food is quite okay, so i'd go there again for the pizza and pasta. what else? oh yes! i went shopping! bought Body Shop's new fragrance, Japanese Cherry Blossom (hinthint on what my current craze is on now) and Maybelline's cream-gel eyeliner (Japan-release) and Bourjois's eyeshadow pot. hehehe! can't wait to try them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and AHEM. my current craze is Japanese stuffs! or to be more precise, Jrock/Visual Kei. especially Visual Kei. i am so tempted to try out their makeup styles. if they look hot on those VK band members, why shouldn't it work for me, right? and i'm trying to incorporate Jfashion into my wardrobe - to no avail. i have no sense of kawaii-ness, unfortunately. so maybe that's why i shifted to VK? muahaha. anw anw anw, my new VK love is ayabie!! BUT naitomea shall remain the number one in my heart. hehehe! sakito-kunnn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan to change my blogskin, but let's just see if it'll work out, ehh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-2670927001963045967?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2670927001963045967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=2670927001963045967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/2670927001963045967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/2670927001963045967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/03/nevermind-fact-that-it-was-my-sweet-17.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-5732779456918330238</id><published>2009-02-20T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:25:09.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>technically speaking, i'm beat. my head isn't exactly working at the usual locomotive speed. -frowns- who am i kidding? my brain usually works at that sedantary pace, with rather frequent spurts of sudden bothering to think. muahaha. i can think when i want to. it's just that usually my life seems so much more happier when i don't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i just read a discussion at International Herald Tribune online, and let me tell you this: i'm loving that website as much as The Economist. it's so intriguing how these news/discussions can actually make me think. or rather, make me conscious that i'm thinking. [fine, this is all economics fault. i don't even seen opportunity cost literally nowadays. it's not a question of whether if i spend $1.50 on a chocolate waffle, that $1.50 is my cost. my actual cost is actually the things that i could spend on with that $1.50, like buy my notes, or add it up to my savings for a HSM3 lock diary. ehh, the lock diary is so cute and cool, okayyy! i saw it at taka and i was like, i wanttt! alongside the hannah montana bags! umai, you know what i'm talking about!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the IHT discussion. the topic was on whether the US laws on drugs like marijuana are actually too tough, and with the election of a drug czar from a state that's known for its lax drug laws, could it be that the US policy is shifting to a different gear? i had always thought that criminilazing recreational drugs should be the way to go, but then again, you hear of drug addicts being addicted to codeine and subutex - decriminalized drugs. so how valid is it really to have drugs criminalized? then again, what constitutes dangerous recreational drugs and 'harmless' ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to sit down and think about it, y'know. there's always cost and benefit to criminalizing or decriminilazing these said drugs. and oh yeah, you know, talking about cost-benefit, this struck me earlier: how come some ppl still take action despite knowing that the cost is so much more higher than benefit? hmm.. food for thought..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-5732779456918330238?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5732779456918330238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=5732779456918330238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/5732779456918330238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/5732779456918330238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/technically-speaking-im-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-2340956985108459600</id><published>2009-02-19T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:48:07.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found a brand new favourite subject: Economics! why? cos it's so interesting! i mean, i never knew that the way people behave regarding scarce resources could be so fascinating. and the fundamental principles are all applicable to our daily lives, especially decision-making. it's like all of us have been using economics without even realising it. and nowadays i can't read a piece of news blindly without sitting down afterwards and considering what was being written. in a way, that's a good thing. heheh. and oh, economics have nothing to do with money. seriously. it's more of like a thinking process to uhh ... make you feel smarter. although technically it is supposed to make you smarter. haha! what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just read the news that Obama plans to increase the number of US troops in Afghanistan by 17 000 to counter the increasing insurgency there. i don't know.. i mean, the US$787 billion stimulus package was just recently passed. and we all know that the US is actually in heavy debts. i mean, to employ 17 000 more troops there. sure, for short-term, it might appear that there's more manpower for the military to take charge of the situation there. but think about it. should 17 000 more lives be risked? the situation in afghanistan has been the same for years - it doesn't seem to show any sign of letting up or improving. maybe the taliban is more or less eradicated, but it only seems to give rise to more insurgent groups. in a way, the more troops added, the more insurgency occurs. there's no doubt that it is entirely impossible (and i dare say evil) if the US completely pull out of the country. after all, the afghanistan military is still in the process of being built albeit at a very slow pace. so surely they require guidance and assistance from US and NATO troops before they are able to take on the insurgents on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i'm thinking this, but what if more afghans are joining the insurgent groups as compared to the national military? wouldn't that sort of render all this effort rather, well, useless? okay, to be honest, the first thing that struck me when i read the news was, why is the US risking the lives of 17 000 more soldiers and risking their already shaky monetary situation in order to finance these soldiers? of course, common sense decress that it was to help out in afghanistan as per the request of the NATO commander (and the US sent 3000 troops shorter). but really, is there any way that the insurgency issue there in afghanistan be countered without making use of more troops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, know what? i shall go think about that last part. seriously. there has to be another way to tackled this problem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-2340956985108459600?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2340956985108459600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=2340956985108459600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/2340956985108459600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/2340956985108459600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-found-brand-new-favourite-subject.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-843275333443760904</id><published>2009-02-11T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:24:01.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two weeks in jc and i already know how many of my friends that i've made in my life are really my friends. and trust me, i can count them on one hand. oh wells. it's like that y'all - to quote mariah carey. muahahaha! but some peeps will defo know if i'm referring to them. if you realise you're on the true friends list, bravo!! if you realise you're not, trust me, i'm not too bothered cos hey, the saying goes that you can have an army of acquantainces but little friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, how's acjc ya might be asking? it's kinda cool.. haha! nice uni, nice bunch of people for my OG, and so far i managed to get it in my head that i've to revert to the learning-on-my-own style. independent learning. see? i got listen and remember okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEE!! UMAIIIIII!!! besok! besok! besok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i am shutting up now. as if. muahahaha! now i'm off to crap with my bestie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-843275333443760904?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/843275333443760904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=843275333443760904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/843275333443760904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/843275333443760904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-weeks-in-jc-and-i-already-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-3813934631191605397</id><published>2009-02-05T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:08:19.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayy, so today was like day 4 of orientation day. finale's tomorrow, there's some campfire thingey that every other school has. oh wells. anyway, just now went for OG outing with Dagonets! we headed off to mindcafe at prinsep street. okay, they have more games than boat quay's, but the latter's easier to find. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, played taboo with all of them (my group won!! 40 guesses. oh yeahhh!). and then we broke up into 2 groups. wei en (or famously known as ip mun) moved over to play Dirty Mind (omg, it's hard not to think sick playing that game) and sheryl joined my group (me, leon, ying ting, joel, ben, karyn, vivian and sheryl) and then we played three rounds of jenga truth or dare! and yes, it was crazy. joel is just super funny - he reminds me of my cousin! so is leon! ying ting reminds me of sam (haha! yes, sam! be honoured!) and vivian reminds me of melody! aiya, basically they're all really cool people to hang with. period. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then umai msged me to tell me that she's sending our pics to oktolive! WHEEE! masuk tv! masuk tv! masuk tv! yayyyayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, since last night i was talking to her about how much we miss woodgrove pri, then i discovered haziq misses it too! so does felicia! anw, basically, we were just recapping how fun fun fun fun fun things were back then with the entire gang. HAHA! y'know, AC mass rally only brings back memories of wgps and two super famous cheers/jeers that originated from the gang! hehehehe! NOBODY can beat the crazy lot of us back then man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jeer goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;boo sama dia! BOO!&lt;br /&gt;boo lagi sikit! BOO!&lt;br /&gt;boo lagi sekali! BOO!&lt;br /&gt;BOO BOO BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha! mann, that was popular. and naturally, it's used more in classes and PE lessons than sports day. hahah! and i still remember the people who loved that jeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this heck care cheer: heran tak heran, goyang tak goyang. *pts to a certain somebody* and i still know who always said that. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after that umai and i reminisced about a certain perasan someone. haha! kekek seyy, lagi2 lps dah share dgn umai al-kisah si sophie psl org tu. HAHAHAHA! tu lah, perasan lagi, perasan lagi. kan dah kena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, umai shared a cheer that 5F came up with once during maths lesson for that certain perasan someone. we shall call him Somebody. HAHA! 'what say you say i say! Somebody! Somebody! Is the best!' HAHAHA! tak habis2 tau dia tu perasan. ish3. pa'kal dah lama aku kenal dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woodgrove rocks lah seyyy! it was the best environment i could ever ask for - where singlish reigned, and the entire malayness of my life just felt so on! and crazy crazy crazy people that i remember and i still love, cherish and treasure till this very day!!! yes, more than 20 of them. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOODGROVERS, wa caya sama lu!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-3813934631191605397?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3813934631191605397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=3813934631191605397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3813934631191605397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3813934631191605397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/okayy-so-today-was-like-day-4-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-7095398981625839906</id><published>2009-02-03T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:03:51.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It never crossed my mind at all.&lt;br /&gt;It's what I tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;What we had has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;You're better off with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;It's for the best, I know it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*But I see you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to hide&lt;br /&gt;What I feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around.&lt;br /&gt;You're with her now.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Tell me why you're so hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me, I'm not over it.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you.&lt;br /&gt;Not over you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories, supposed to fade.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off, let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think it'd be this hard.&lt;br /&gt;Should be strong, movin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;it took me years to figure out that i had been in love with you for years. do i have to take years until i know what i have to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-7095398981625839906?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7095398981625839906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=7095398981625839906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/7095398981625839906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/7095398981625839906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-never-crossed-my-mind-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-6868284139987789468</id><published>2009-01-29T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:47:01.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like i told umai, today we are 7 year olds instead of 17 year olds. just for today. haha! or at least until we left west coast park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yess! today was our outing to WCP!!!!! and although we were only there for 2 hours before it started to rain, it was funnn! we played at the flying fox thingey (although we had more fun trying to climb the ropes. it was fun okayy! i loved it i climbed the entire deal again twice. or was it thrice?). and a bunch of other stuffs that included a lot of climbing. and we managed to play with the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT we couldn't find any swing, so it was kinda sad. we also thought of going go-karting, but the adventure playground made us forgot about that. but seriously, it was so much fun just running around and climbing stuffs and everything. we had fun with shoes and without shoes. haha! it didn't matter cos the sand still hurts. ouchhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyayyy! then after that we went to lot 1 to have a late lunch. i had some cheesy mushroom baked pasta while umai had some chicken orleans baked rice. then her secondary school friends turned up and they were seated beside our table. and then umai said she saw her juniors at the mrt and then there was an etire episode of crazy waving going on. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, did i mention that umai and i were like dozing on-off throughout lunch? we were like, ehh, aku ngantuk lahh. haha! and then we chatted about a lot of random stuffs. mostly about food. haha! see, we talk about food even when we're eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i realise now that i fell in love with you since years ago. all those times when i was jealous of your girlfriend for no reason, and all those times i can't see anyone else in my future except you. can't believe i took this long, but now i realized and accepted the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-6868284139987789468?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6868284139987789468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=6868284139987789468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/6868284139987789468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/6868284139987789468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-i-told-umai-today-we-are-7-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-1533156822992650812</id><published>2009-01-26T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:26:08.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't like feeling confused and lost. i really don't. cos it's very very frustrating. and it's like, you want to do one thing but you can't. but when you thought of not doing it, then you wish you could. and if you don't catch my drift, that's fine. i am just confused with a huge C-O-N-F-U-S-E-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i seem to have taken a liking to Delta Goodrem's I Can't Break It To My Heart. i know, complete randomness. the only time i liked her was during her duets with Brian McFadden (anw, what's up with him? he totally has no news) and Westlife. but now i think ICBITMH is kinda nice and meaningful. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i'm ploughing through my CD collection for Westlife's songs. i'm too lazy to try to look for their songs on youtube. doinks. go westlife go! although you're now technically a manband, you lads will always and forever be my most beloved boybands ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the official no.1 Westlife song as voted by the fans is: Flying Without Wings. one of my personal faves as well (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-1533156822992650812?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1533156822992650812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=1533156822992650812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/1533156822992650812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/1533156822992650812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-like-feeling-confused-and-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-4900673726150553022</id><published>2009-01-24T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:59:41.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've come to a conclusion that i'm more addicted to writing than reading. MUAHAHA. which explains why i've launched myself into (and uploaded) Scars Are The Notes Of Love, a sequeal to Piecing The Shattered Dragon, which is a sequeal to Dik, which is in turn a sequeal to Blood Brothers. cutee. from a trilogy, now it has expanded to four stories. and i think four stories are enough for a series. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out and hang with my primary school members lah seyy. umai and i were discussing about it, and we thought that maybe we could ring them up and get them to meet up for lunch or something before the JCs start. (and you lucky poly peeps have until april. rawrs.) oh wells. let's see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i discovered that The BodyShop has a new scent called Moroccan Rose, and needless to say, i'm in love with its velvety scent. although i still wish i can have Kate Moss's Velvet Hour. the latter is the best, and just how i liked it: rich, musky scent. not too light, not too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my gum is still hurting. rawrs. and it's more tiring when you can only chew on one side of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm off to continue watching Krishna Cottage on Vasantham. that's probably the first real Hindi thriller i've watched since Bhool Bhulaiya. then tonight i can't wait for the next episode of Cinta Fitri 3! i am so mad at si Sadako Mischa balakutak belakaciprut. grrrrr. her villainous plans are so flawless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have another ambition: to be a scriptwriter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-4900673726150553022?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4900673726150553022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=4900673726150553022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/4900673726150553022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/4900673726150553022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-come-to-conclusion-that-im-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-5739534619359418960</id><published>2009-01-22T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:13:39.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mindcafe was a blast! muahahaha! anw, today was finally outing day with umai! rid and wan couldn't make it cos of work commitments (asalkan korang jgn curi2 makan sudah), and then zan couldn't make it as well. dika, uhh... i have no idea whether he got my sms or not. but whatever. anw, me and umai still went ahead with the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that, we dropped by Starbucks civic cente to fulfill our uhh.. dare to down half an espresso shot each. the waitress warned us that we probably won't be able to sleep tonight (and the waiter just laughed. okay. like i said, we are crazy). so we did down the espresso shot. umai found it bitter uber bitter. i found it bitter, but i quite like it. i was tempted to get another shot, actually. haha! i am nuts. don't listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so after that we mrt-ed to raffles place to get to boat quay. apparently the espresso shot made me sleepy instead of awake. doinks. anw, reached boat quay, and then we searched for mindcafe. we saw warung m. nasir along the way, so we planned to lunch there after 2 hours of boardgaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mindcafe was fun fun fun! our host was jordan, and he was super helpful! he recommended games for us, and even taught us how to play and the tactics for the games! i had so much fun playing the taxi game, and also a bunch of other games. muahaha! omg, it was so so fun! and i liked the place and the workers. they're so friendly! i am definitely heading back there one day. i must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we headed to warung m. nasir and ate nice food. doinks. seriously, how can you turn down rice with lemak pucuk ubi, begedil, sambal paru and asam pedas? and we were hungry, so we finished 95% of the food. muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrt-ed home, and in the train we were uhh.. babbling about a lot of things and half asleep at that. and we both came to the conclusion: espresso doesn't keep us awake. they make us sleepier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our next target outing? Disney On Ice Princess Wishes! hehehe. i know you know we know why kan umai? kan kan kan? hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm outzing. peterpan's concert is coming up on tv!!&lt;br /&gt;but oh, did i mention that i am now addicted to Taufik's KepadaNya and Nafasmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm trying so hard to get over all this. but every passing day is making it much more difficult to deny that i'm falling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-5739534619359418960?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5739534619359418960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=5739534619359418960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/5739534619359418960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/5739534619359418960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/mindcafe-was-blast-muahahaha-anw-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-3851225264416608324</id><published>2009-01-10T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:14:42.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoohoo! went to NP's open house today with girlfriend umai! and boy, was it uhh... chaotic. for us. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached clementi at around 1245, and intended to go to the mosque. but we had no idea what bus to take. SO we ended up strolling all the way to the mosque, which was located opposite West Coast Court. we rock, oh yeah! this just proves that we are streetwise. and of course, after the zuhur prayers, we headed back to clementi mrt (by bus, nonetheless) and then took the shuttle bus to ngee ann. we reached there at around 2, quickly grabbed the goodie bag and headed for the School of Film &amp;amp; Media Studies. and my conclusion? i am seriously considering studying there. everything just felt in place for me. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards we went to JP with the hopes of consuming unagi (bukan uTagi ehh umai) and takoyaki, but alas the stall was closed. so she had yong tau foo and i went for seafood ramen. then we were happily wanting to go to science centre, until it dawned on us that it might be closed. heheh. so off we headed back to woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best part there? we were already on our way to starbucks when umai suddenly thought of going to RP. so we headed back. but it was already 5.15 by that time. so we uhh.. had a game of coin toss at wdlds mrt to decide whether to head there or not, and the answer was to nongkrong at starbucks. muahaha. so off we went to starbucks, nongkrong-ed there until around 5.45 with umai's uhh.. frequent squealing of wanting balloons. muahaha. she's nuts. afterwards we went to cwp, and uhh.. again, we did a lot of crazy things at metro and kiddy palace. at least, umai did. i egged her on. MUAHAHA. what they are shall remain a secret. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uhh.. aside from all that, i think i ran into someone. at least, i think i did. oh wells. muahaha. i am so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-3851225264416608324?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3851225264416608324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=3851225264416608324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3851225264416608324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3851225264416608324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/yoohoo-went-to-nps-open-house-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-6529551892395729796</id><published>2009-01-08T05:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:14:26.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and thus the announcement has been made: the 2008 O Level Results would be released on 12 January 2009 at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technically, i'm not scared. yet. at least. -frowns- my reaction is usually inhibited regarding these kind of things. to phrase fangirls about Seto Kaiba, it's not insanity; it's selective reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM SCARED FOR IT! in a way. -fika starts drumming fingers on keyboard for no reason-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'm in the midst of watching Cinta Fitri 3. MUAHAHA! Oma is once again making things soo interesting today. and serves Mischa right!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! rasain loe ceciput!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so far my current fanfic is doing pretty well. it just makes me so happy, y'know, to be able to make people happy! and it definitely liven up my mood after realising that Derby beat MU 1-0. it's okay. we can overturn the deal at OT. because unlike a certain club -pts to a blue london team- Old Trafford is still our fortress (: Keep the flags flying in Stretford End y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? oh yes, i now have a new list of favourite players. names that remain include Ryan Giggs, Paul Scholes, Wayne Rooney, Kaka and Alessandro del Piero. names that have been added on are Roman Pavlychenko (I swear, i can't spell his name), Jonny Evans, Danny Welbeck and thanks to Tottenham's win over Burnley, Jamie O'Harra!! muahahaha! if you're going "she's got no taste", then you're wrong! muahaha! cos i like them cos of their skills. so that means i've got good taste, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE'S SATURDAY SHOWDOWN!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the red of Manchester United to take on the blue of Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;and where is it held? O-L-D T-R-A-F-F-O-R-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't sat down and enjoyed football for a long time. let's hope the match will live up to its billing! viva la futbol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-6529551892395729796?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6529551892395729796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=6529551892395729796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/6529551892395729796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/6529551892395729796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-thus-announcement-has-been-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-1965820544500588333</id><published>2009-01-04T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T07:14:11.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*thrust the Beautiful Game flag high up in the sky* VIVA LA FOOTBALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, pardon my extreme randomness. it's just a wonderful feeling to know that Man Citeh was kicked out 0-3 by Nottingham Forest. two goals in 4 minutes! i had to restrain myself from yelling in delight when i heard it on BBC WS. muahahahaha! no surprise guessing which club i love to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on a more serious note, i have this to say and reinforce: i HATE terrorism of any form. it doesn't matter who does it or for what reason. there is absolutely no substantial reason to risk the lives of innocent people. it doesn't matter if they're good or bad people. technically, these people haven't wronged these terrorists directly. so what right do they have to kill off these people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling just got reinstated within me after the Mumbai hotels attack in december 08. when news broke out that a Singaporean was one of the casualties, it broke my heart, and it just made me hate these terrorists more. and recently the attacks by Israel on the Gaza strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have World Peace Day and what not. but why aren't they changing the world? everyone keeps saying they're striving for world peace. but with every passing year we witness more violence than we can contemplate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wish that for once, everyone can put aside prejudices about race and religion and just stand united together and defeat terrorism. it's not an easy task, but i know and i believe it is possible. it can be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us are human beings with feelings and families. it doesn't matter if you're white, black, hispanic, Asian, Christian, Muslim, Jew et cetera. who cares?! all our blood are red in colour, isn't it? there's no discrepancy in your ethnicity. there's no such things as a superior race or group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL HUMANS ARE EQUAL.&lt;br /&gt;AND ALL PEACE-LOVING HUMANS SHOULD STAND FIRM AND DENY TERRORISM FROM TAKING ROOT AND STORMING THIS WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass the message on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-1965820544500588333?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1965820544500588333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=1965820544500588333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/1965820544500588333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/1965820544500588333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2009/01/thrust-beautiful-game-flag-high-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-2217945149615990272</id><published>2008-12-30T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:09:17.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me scream this one: EDWAAAAARRRRDDDDDD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;pics will come when blogger decides to work its images. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;let me scream another one:  JASSSPEEERRRRRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my ultimate fave, fan-girling aside: ALIICCCEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;she's my favouritest favourite character!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, anw, with the change in blogskin, no points for guessing my new craze: Ouran High School Host Club! *grabs Tamaki, Hikaru and Kaoru* and they're mine! muahahaha! ESP TAMAKI, cos he's just soooooo ... host?? muahahaha! tamaki-kun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess who's my new fave author? clue: he passed away in 1940, so it's not Ian Fleming. it's American literary great, F Scott Fitzgerald! i know, his name's a mouthful, but it's so deserving. i'm hoping to get The Great Gatsby, but for now i'm pretty contented with The Popular Girl (which consists 4 other short stories). all the love stories are sweet and true. they're so honest. darn. too bad no such guys exist now. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so out of the stories that i've read by Fitzgerald, i have a fave character: Scott Kimberley. it must be the whole 1920s things where the guy's a gentleman, but how he helped Yanci was the sweetest. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i am so a sucker for romance. bring on wuthering heights or pride and prejudice! or not. i like Darcy, but it's okay. too classical for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-2217945149615990272?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2217945149615990272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=2217945149615990272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/2217945149615990272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/2217945149615990272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-me-scream-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-6447120939096820802</id><published>2008-12-14T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:56:09.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updates after forever. still too lazy to actually find and get a tagboard and links. whatever. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my past few weeks had been relatively filled with cases of tense and sore muscles. it's not fun at all. even now, i have a stray one. let's hope it'll be okay soon. aminn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching Cinta Fitri 3 now, and mannn, i HATE Bram. today he reappeared and just created some cock and bull story about why he was gone all this while. if i was maya, i wouldn't have just slapped him; i'd have beat him up and send him out of the country like he has promised to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, i have actually sat down to read a great book by Brad Thor entitled The First Commandment. Scot Harvath is a great character, everything that a reader could ever ask for in a spy. or a former spy. whatever. point is, i love the fact that the chapters are short and also the entire storyline. i swear, by the time i was 1/4 into the book, i was already envisioning myself as a spy. i know Harvath was going against the orders of the US govt and the CIA, but that didn't stop me from pretending to be a CIA covert agent for a while. reminds me of the time when i was a huge Alias fan, what's with Sydney and SD-6 agents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. i miss watching YGO, be it the actual show or the abridged series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-6447120939096820802?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6447120939096820802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=6447120939096820802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/6447120939096820802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/6447120939096820802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates-after-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-6452840804698034775</id><published>2008-11-29T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:18:35.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's only been 2 days since the last Yu-Gi-Oh episode for the Alcatraz Arc (can't okto just carry on showing season 4?), and i'm missing the whole show again. in fact, i forgot how annoying Kaiba was, and how hilarious Joey can get. and that's precisely why i'm watching episode 190 online. it's the KC Grand Championship Arc. the least important arc within the whole series, but good dueling fun nonetheless. episode 190 was mainly about Joey dueling Ziegfried (guy with long pink hair. buhh. and one of kaiba's many enemy. apparently it ain't easy to be the best.) and partially about Kaiba getting pissed (again) about someone who's out to sabotage his tournament. (which reminds me of his welcome speech for Battle City: Welcome duelists to Domino City. or rather, should i say, welcome to MY tournament.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss watching Joey's antics! hehe. he's the funnyguy in the show, and never fails to liven up the situation. kaiba makes viewers laugh with his dry unintentional/crude humour. but seriously, YGO will be boring without these two dudes. (that's why i'm laughing like mad now at joey, and at kaiba's evil laugh in ep 196. seriously. quotes acoming. episode 194 is one of the best and hilarious kaiba episode ever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mokuba! mokie is less of a kiddy and all grown up by the KC Grand Championship. well, if you're stuck with a brother who always seems to run himself into unwanted trouble, and you get kidnapped countless of times, you'd grow up fast too. hehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;episode 194&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after kaiba confronted ziegfried)&lt;br /&gt;kaiba: but since i'm a nice guy, i won't have you arrested for trespassing and fraud. under one condition: YOU GET OUT OF MY LIFE! AND TAKE YOUR BAD HAIR WITH YOU! (incidentally, yugi's grandpa touched his. heheh) and mark my words. if your overpriced shoes step anywhere near me again, i'll destroy what's left of your pathetic company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziegfried: you know if you let me carry on with this tournament and win it, you'll never win your title back!&lt;br /&gt;kaiba: (looks set to punch the guy to inferno. but our CEO is not the fist fight sort of guy. then he smirks and crosses his arms) huh. i'm throwing you out because i DON'T LIKE you, not because i'm scared of you. you know, i promised myself i wouldn't duel in this tournament. but since i have the chance to embarrass you, THOSE PLANS HAVE CHANGED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziegfried: (after tossing the coin to decide who goes first) oh, hurray for me. but i think i'll let you go first, Herr Kaiba.&lt;br /&gt;kaiba: thanks. i never knew you were so kind. i guess i'll have to return the favour.&lt;br /&gt;ziegfried: there's no need.&lt;br /&gt;kaiba: i insist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;episode 196&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after kaiba defeats ziegfried, humiliated him on live worldwide tv and walks away to pick up his briefcase from his assistant.)&lt;br /&gt;kaiba: give him the best seat in the house so he could see what he's missing out. HAHAHAHAHA! (a rather smexy evil laugh. then stops and reverts to a straight face) i'm funny. (walks away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, if you see their reactions at the moments they were saying it, you'll crack up as well. kaiba does an excellent job of getting on other people's nerves while remaining civil (and while keeping us viewers entertained.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but kaiba looks different from the KC Grand Championship onwards. or maybe he's just got older. makes perfect sense. can't have your brother aging and you don't. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i thought evil marik was irritating, other than being psycho. turns out ziegfried von schroeder is the most annoying character ever, with his ridiculous fine upbringing that intercedes into every single aspect of him - from 3 servants serving him at one time, the overpriced shoes, the expensive suit, the bad hair and a rose as a trademark, and a lavender jet. i mean, geez. kaiba's richer than him and you don't see kaiba having 3 servants to serve him a drink or care a lot about what he's wearing. and, kaiba has better hair and fashion sense. even his dueling costume is smexy alright. beats wearing a white suit which everyone knows he's not fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but eh, he could have chosen another dueling costume instead of having another similar one in grey. smexy as it is, it'll be nice to see him in another dueling costume. or maybe the writers decided that he's had enough costume change already? after all, he's the only one with so many outfits. his blue school uni, his green suit + blue coat, his studded purple coat, his dueling costume, his white suit. does his outfit as when he was High Priest Seto in his past life counts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-6452840804698034775?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6452840804698034775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=6452840804698034775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/6452840804698034775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/6452840804698034775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-only-been-2-days-since-last-yu-gi.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-976813956037761238</id><published>2008-11-26T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:53:01.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just when i thought that i couldn't increase my addiction to Indonesian sinetrons, i found a new one starring Agnes Monica, Kawin Masal (Mass Marriage). Just like MUM, it's a comedy-based sinetron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my focus remains on Cinta Fitri 3. *wipes eyes* it's hard not to feel touched with the going-ons in the story. or peeved with mischa and bram. and hadi. grr. but oma is the best. HAHA! i love it everytime she passes off some snide comment to mischa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fika recounts a scene from CF3*&lt;br /&gt;maya: nggak apa2, pi. aku kuat kok, pi. untuk papi dengan mami, aku rela lakuin apapun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my latest fanfic, Dik, is coming off quite okay. actually, with every chapter it just makes me feel more sad. *blows nose into Kleenex* i should give my characters a happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-976813956037761238?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/976813956037761238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=976813956037761238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/976813956037761238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/976813956037761238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-when-i-thought-that-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-3051372831185864764</id><published>2008-11-25T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:03:36.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally got my hands on Taufik's new album today, Suria Hatiku (My Heart's Sunshine) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so far the songs are sounding great. a lot of happy-going tracks, which is a cute thing cos it makes you happy the moment you hit the first song, Gadis Itu (That Girl). hey, it matches the title as well! but personally i like the ballads, Nafasku (My Breath), Kau Dan Dia (You And Him) and his duet with Asian Idol Hady Mirza, KepadaNya (to Him). KepadaNya was especially calming, especially if you're in a rut. but oh, try to identify which parts taufik sang and which are the ones that hady sang. their harmony is perfect. and i love his voice in Citra Suria, which is one of the two songs in the album which is written by sifu M. Nasir! the other one is Hey. and Petua (Advice) is cute in the way the tune and lyrics are written. Khayalan (Imagination) is pretty good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instruments-wise, Addy Cradle's guitar playing skills is unbeatable. seriously. i've seen him play before and it's just like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, out of the 10 tracks in this album, Taufik wrote, arranged and produced 7 of the songs. Gadis Itu was composed by Ken Lim, and Citra Suria and Hey by M. Nasir. not to mention that Taufik played the guitar/piano/both in 5 of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to admit, i still felt that ABOY was the best album so far cos it contained a lot of ballads. hehh. but if i wanna wake up to a bright, happy, sunny day, Suria Hatiku is definitely my pick! Go Fik! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/SSwfonDBPxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/bFq1xyCiZLc/s1600-h/fik_suriahatiku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272624046280883986" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/SSwfonDBPxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/bFq1xyCiZLc/s320/fik_suriahatiku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artiste: Taufik Batisah&lt;br /&gt;Album: Suria Hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Tracks:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gadis Itu&lt;br /&gt;2. Suria Hatiku&lt;br /&gt;3. Nafasku&lt;br /&gt;4. Citra Suria&lt;br /&gt;5. KepadaNya feat Hady Mirza&lt;br /&gt;6. Petua&lt;br /&gt;7. Kau Dan Dia&lt;br /&gt;8. Hey&lt;br /&gt;9. Tiada Dua&lt;br /&gt;10. Khayalan&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;alright peeps. now i want to get back to watching my 'bf' humiliating siegfried von schroeder. take that you effeminate long-haired person worthy to pass off as a lady!&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i do wonder if SK has lost it. he shouldn't give that evil laugh. it makes us viewers laugh with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ohh. *looks on lovingly at the tv screen* I L.O.V.E CINTA FITRI 3 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND AND AND AND. THE MOST IMPORTANT NEWS OF ALL: UMAI IS BACK!&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee! beb, tell me ALL about the hutan in pangkor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and special shoutout to DEB: thanks for the day out ytd hon! i LOVED every second of it (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5847750355740006036-3051372831185864764?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3051372831185864764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=3051372831185864764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3051372831185864764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/3051372831185864764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-finally-got-my-hands-on-taufiks-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/SSwfonDBPxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/bFq1xyCiZLc/s72-c/fik_suriahatiku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847750355740006036.post-4335375977648855819</id><published>2008-11-23T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:51:17.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and here i shall breathe new life to my blogging being! muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a new blog for a new chapter in my life. this i loike! next time, maybe i should get a new watch for a new term. and then add on to my collection of wasted watches. way to go fika.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw, umai's been away to Pangkor since Friday and won't be back till Tuesday, so i am all alone! *cries* no one to have late night crapping sessions with. no one to narrate the storyline for Cinta Fitri 3 to. no one to crap with about ahem... our 'bfs'. hehe. she has uhh... last i count was 4, but i think she'll just add on soon. *ticks off the Js, RR, AF*kan umai kan? but me? i settled for the ultimate one: good-looking, rich, loves his lil bro and totally unreal. in fact, he's an anime character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/SSmhy94y0AI/AAAAAAAAAdY/pxUCw_unMR4/s1600-h/seto_mokuba.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271922735792181250" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/SSmhy94y0AI/AAAAAAAAAdY/pxUCw_unMR4/s320/seto_mokuba.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that smaller guy is my 'future lil brother-in-law', Mokuba. minus the porcupine hair, he's such a cute lil bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/SSmiYpz4-1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/RUtY0ryThi8/s1600-h/seto_jetpack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271923383237933906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/SSmiYpz4-1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/RUtY0ryThi8/s320/seto_jetpack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so meet the CEO of Kaiba Corporation, Seto Kaiba. and if you're wondering why his hair is all over the place, that's cos he's just landed from his helicopter by using his jetpack with probably not enough sleep. and uh, no. technically, he's not the nicest person in Domino City. legal and civil by all means, but not your friendly neighbourhood superhero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and... *peeks around* seeing that umai isn't here, let me confess: adly fairuz aka aldo is cute! and the guy who played hadi - i have no idea what his name is. and ahem, of course, teuku wisnu aka farel, cos he's the main character of Cinta Fitri 3. did i mention that i L.O.V.E the sinetron??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost after every episode i feel like throttling and bashing mischa and bram. grrr. and once in a while maia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did i mention that i L.O.V.E the sinetron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT there has been a new twist to the story, and it's only episode 12 (i think) today! wheeeee! cinta fitri 3 rules! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*fika recounts a scene in her head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maia: TEGAR YA MAS BRAM MENIPU SAYA DAN KELUARGA SAYA! [slaps bram right in the middle of the street]*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*fika recounts another scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maia: aku malu, mas! aku malu sama papi, sama mami, sama oma, sama fitri, sama farel!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've never been so hung onto a serial drama after Hikmah. and right now i have 2 sinetrons that i'm hooked onto: Cinta Fitri 3 and Melati Untuk Marvell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did i mention that i L.O.V.E Cinta Fitri 3 especially?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUM is just downright hilarious. seriously, i'm watching it all due to Marvell because he's so selenge (silly), his sloppiness is forgiven right away. hehe. his catchphrase: ya kali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tomorrow's Cinta Fitri ep will rock! whoo-hoo! Cinta Fitri! Cinta Fitri! Cinta Fitri! Cinta Fitri!&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/5847750355740006036-4335375977648855819?l=breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4335375977648855819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5847750355740006036&amp;postID=4335375977648855819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/4335375977648855819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5847750355740006036/posts/default/4335375977648855819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breaking-the-dawn.blogspot.com/2008/11/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fika J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818002451792459018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kEsuG0GhHJc/SSmhy94y0AI/AAAAAAAAAdY/pxUCw_unMR4/s72-c/seto_mokuba.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
