<?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-7113817980950500195</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:25:22.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's red Is A Blood Coloured Hell</title><subtitle type='html'>Enjoying my youth :D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-6913384012944898466</id><published>2011-03-20T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T03:12:26.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's March 2011 =________=</title><content type='html'>That's it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna skip meals again, even if i'm engrossed with a really cool game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should pay someone to feed me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my mom would smack me O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-6913384012944898466?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/6913384012944898466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=6913384012944898466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6913384012944898466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6913384012944898466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-march-2011.html' title='It&apos;s March 2011 =________='/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-3440568962860869578</id><published>2010-03-27T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T04:07:00.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because We're Only Human.</title><content type='html'>Often people say, Only the closest of friends fight,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Isn't the total bull?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fighting is just a conflict between two individuals.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; After all, human being are a type of creatures who cannot understand each other solely by the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's impossible to stay away from being hurt for a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Try not to hurt those dearest to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's how i think it should really be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-3440568962860869578?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/3440568962860869578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=3440568962860869578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3440568962860869578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3440568962860869578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-were-only-human_27.html' title='Because We&apos;re Only Human.'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-481237260983433620</id><published>2010-03-22T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T04:21:05.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop The Season, Stop The Sting...</title><content type='html'>Take a deep breath... OMG OMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lolz, nothing, it's just that i got to see SUJU last week saturday.. WHICH WAS AWESOOOME!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know that most of the people i know aren't crazy about this whole K-Pop thing, and that i'm weird... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BUT SO WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What the hell are you gonna do about it?? I like it!! SO WHAT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sighhh... fucktards..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-481237260983433620?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/481237260983433620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=481237260983433620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/481237260983433620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/481237260983433620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/03/stop-season-stop-sting.html' title='Stop The Season, Stop The Sting...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-2999117283650051506</id><published>2010-03-06T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:07:02.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lone Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S5In7fjW-AI/AAAAAAAAAGI/d2OBryKxuU8/s1600-h/alone460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S5In7fjW-AI/AAAAAAAAAGI/d2OBryKxuU8/s400/alone460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445458802479921154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if i constantly annoy you guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-2999117283650051506?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/2999117283650051506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=2999117283650051506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2999117283650051506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2999117283650051506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/03/oetoriya-oetoriya-ddaribiriddaradu.html' title='The Lone Wolf'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S5In7fjW-AI/AAAAAAAAAGI/d2OBryKxuU8/s72-c/alone460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-7440869846417751410</id><published>2010-03-05T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:09:16.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain With A Chance Of Chupa Chumps...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.madhatter.it/art/originalcharacters/the-most-lonely-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 569px;" src="http://www.madhatter.it/art/originalcharacters/the-most-lonely-day.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once asked a friend... What would you if i suddenly died? She told me that she would say to the mourner, "I knew we should've taken her seriously when she said Geography bored her to death.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol nady.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kesian marr... i accidentally accused marr because i thought she was someone else... kesian her o__o... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M SO SORRY MARR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you forgive meh!! and may this be a reminder to those of you, who put unknown display names on msn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry marr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-7440869846417751410?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/7440869846417751410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=7440869846417751410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7440869846417751410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7440869846417751410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/03/rain-with-chance-of-chupa-chumps.html' title='Rain With A Chance Of Chupa Chumps...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-7709812842014109074</id><published>2010-03-05T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:15:05.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just BURNS when the truth comes out... DOESN'T it?</title><content type='html'>Is it better to live a life, in darkness... No knowing anything, or, would you rather get hurt, so that you can know the TRUTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm moving on, but i know that, there will be times, when i'm weak or depressed, they will come haunt me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have friends... I'm happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sorry if i don't notice that you guys are giving me support :D.. thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i)Nady and Soya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii)Syahir&lt;br /&gt;iii)Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv)Haziq (not haziq TB ye!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YAA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-7709812842014109074?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/7709812842014109074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=7709812842014109074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7709812842014109074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7709812842014109074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-just-burns-when-truth-comes-out.html' title='It just BURNS when the truth comes out... DOESN&apos;T it?'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-6759587894294093822</id><published>2010-03-04T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:35:24.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because We're Only Human...</title><content type='html'>I guess some old scars were meant to stay permanent,&lt;br /&gt;That or they heal damn slooooww... =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did realize why this pained me so goddamn much last year, a lil here and there this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought maybe it was all my fault,&lt;br /&gt;That they changed and I didn't,&lt;br /&gt;I always thought..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i wasn't good enough,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was flawed,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was too childish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I did something that they hated so goddamn much that they decided to make me "pay back" for annoying them so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on thinking like this last year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was i stupid or what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i found out little bits of the truth,&lt;br /&gt;What they've been saying to people and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;(Ahhhh, the best thing about school... Your secret's never seem to stay 'SECRET')&lt;br /&gt;After hearing what they had to say about me,&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN THINKING OF THE WHOLE LAST YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Was I that stupid?? That Idiotic??&lt;br /&gt;I was a stupid fool who couldn't think for herself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my head i was like...&lt;br /&gt;Did they even care? Or Maybe they did care, but all that love just sorta ran out as we got older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thanks to them, I'm slowly starting to learn how to stand up for myself...&lt;br /&gt;And to not trust anybody so easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in a way, i am trying to blame you guys for making me have the worst form two life ever...(It was my fault as well =__=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atleast I had the best form 1 life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-6759587894294093822?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/6759587894294093822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=6759587894294093822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6759587894294093822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6759587894294093822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-were-only-human.html' title='Because We&apos;re Only Human...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-3110851629142731382</id><published>2010-02-25T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T03:21:49.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SANTA'S RED IS A BLOOD COLOURED HELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The day we were born,&lt;br /&gt;Would Actually Mean,&lt;br /&gt;The last day we are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without realizing it,&lt;br /&gt;We've become boxed in,&lt;br /&gt;Trapped,&lt;br /&gt;Into this meaningless existence we call life,&lt;br /&gt;Unable.. To. Do. ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-3110851629142731382?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/3110851629142731382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=3110851629142731382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3110851629142731382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3110851629142731382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/02/santas-red-is-blood-coloured-hell.html' title='SANTA&apos;S RED IS A BLOOD COLOURED HELL'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-5632799119524158162</id><published>2010-02-18T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:07:00.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marigold... marigold... marigold...</title><content type='html'>I'm hungry for some marigold jelly... Peach flavour.. please??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-5632799119524158162?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/5632799119524158162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=5632799119524158162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/5632799119524158162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/5632799119524158162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/02/marigold-marigold-marigold.html' title='Marigold... marigold... marigold...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-2683753914189106515</id><published>2010-02-16T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:48:31.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting fucking hot and why does everyone seem to get on my nerves!!!</title><content type='html'>.................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm bored, my back hurts...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I wanted to write about something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wait... i'll just let it...FLOOOOOOOWWW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Owh yea~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think this whole puppy dog love thing is nothing to be worried about, i mean, as long as you're sure that you're not totally goo goo gaga over this person it's still alright to freak people out :D (Sara knows what i mean.. OR DOES SHE?) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm tiredddd... No maid.. gotta do house chores... Only when it's the weekends i can  FINALLY laze around (sbb that's when billy comes and... yea, she does all the work XD SORRY!! She'll totally smack me in the head and tell me to take out the trash when she reads this!! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cooking is so much fun, i always experiment with my food :D my sister's like "Did you put santan in the soup again??" ... I look the other way and think "That wasn't santan" ....... WTF??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahalolololololololol XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bile kau... lime belass~!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, over and out~!!&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-2683753914189106515?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/2683753914189106515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=2683753914189106515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2683753914189106515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2683753914189106515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-getting-fucking-hot-and-why-does.html' title='It&apos;s getting fucking hot and why does everyone seem to get on my nerves!!!'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-5331830467893297052</id><published>2010-02-09T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:43:41.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!</title><content type='html'>Looks like i have FINALLY changed my playlist... I miss my cake owo... So much is happening at school... I'm confused o________o i have no idea what to do with the "xxx" situation at school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datin forced all the kids to write the stupid surat to the PM.. and now the media and the VIP aka MR NOBODY (to meh, and most probably all the students at the skola..) is coming to our "HUMBLE" lil school and interview a couple of students and crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god, i hope i don't get interviewed.. It's bad enough we're gonna have perhimpunan rasmi tmwr and all prefects have to stand up and "jaga" the kids for like two three hours... This is inhumane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is our prefect rights!! I demand to know my fucking rights!!! ... poo =____=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-5331830467893297052?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/5331830467893297052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=5331830467893297052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/5331830467893297052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/5331830467893297052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/02/wahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.html' title='WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-8138392940308200917</id><published>2010-02-09T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:56:56.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Looks Like It's Finally 'Spring' For Me~ .... FUCK..</title><content type='html'>Sighhh... Love is such a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-8138392940308200917?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/8138392940308200917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=8138392940308200917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/8138392940308200917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/8138392940308200917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/02/looks-like-its-finally-spring-for-me.html' title='~Looks Like It&apos;s Finally &apos;Spring&apos; For Me~ .... FUCK..'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-4973666911045621317</id><published>2010-01-27T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T03:33:55.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benar Kerana Adil, Tidak Kerana Benar~!!</title><content type='html'>School is so much better now... It's all thanks to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THE POWER OF SUGGESTION~!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yup... TT___TT Tis is mmmmeh secret!! I start my day thinking, todays gonna be a really good day! School is going to be great! And at the end of the day... I FEEL GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~I'm lovin it~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-4973666911045621317?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/4973666911045621317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=4973666911045621317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4973666911045621317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4973666911045621317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/01/benar-kerana-adil-tidak-kerana-benar.html' title='Benar Kerana Adil, Tidak Kerana Benar~!!'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-4726093691555395734</id><published>2010-01-19T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:10:53.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Complicate It, Just UNComplicate it... (OMG, a tajuk that finally has some actual connection to the post o___O)</title><content type='html'>If you really think about it, life isn't really that complicated!! I mean, seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all we have to do in life is just live it? It's not that hard o___o we just poop, eat, sleep, meet old people meet new people, eat, poop, sleep... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the problems that we encounter in life, i guess those are just mostly the problems you created by yourself(or mostly other :D). You make these problems stress you out so much, you start blaming others and yourself. Haven't you ever stopped and think, that it's all in the mind? That maybe it's because you think too much about it? Don't. If it's a problem on the inside, face it, on the outside confront it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's no use keeping it all bubbled up inside, because whether we like it or not, it's gonna come out eventually......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The human mind isn't something that is easily described. If you think that it's going to happen it will most likely happen, it you REALLY think you sound like Brad Pitt or some other 'star' then your mind will make you think so! What do they call it? yea... The Power Of Suggestion :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... If we committed a crime, and for some reason they use a lie detector, i wonder if we could get away with it... o___o now that's something to think about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-4726093691555395734?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/4726093691555395734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=4726093691555395734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4726093691555395734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4726093691555395734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-complicate-it-just-uncomplicate-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Complicate It, Just UNComplicate it... (OMG, a tajuk that finally has some actual connection to the post o___O)'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-2430527212695070657</id><published>2010-01-19T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:46:12.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Finally Gonna Get  Lockers In School..... FINALLY!!! Gawd.. And You Expect These People To HAve ATLEAST SOME Quick Development In Schools +___+</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a Time,&lt;br /&gt;In A Land Far Far FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR Away...&lt;br /&gt;With The Initial B.J By The Way,&lt;br /&gt;Lives A Group Of Youngsters,&lt;br /&gt;Ready To Make A Change In The World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Some reason,&lt;br /&gt;The Sun hadn't been very nice to them that day,&lt;br /&gt;Many had sweat blood and puked water(?)&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;(doesn't it just make you go wtf :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't pretty o________o&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;(and this is merely me overreacting +____+)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saving the world till there was none to save!&lt;br /&gt;It was break-time so we went to the nearby tent to grab some kickapoo juice,&lt;br /&gt;We were just minding our own business until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  all of a sudden the sky became gray,&lt;br /&gt;We knew what fate would befall on this earth,&lt;br /&gt;All we could think of was our sketchbooks and our 'only to be found on ebay' bags...&lt;br /&gt;BACK AT THE MOTHERSHIP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(jeng jeng jeng...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in a deep hole,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="xpalettetable" style="width: 130px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255);" unselectable="on" onmouseover="PaletteOver(this)" onmouseout="PaletteOut(this)" onclick="PaletteClick('#ffccff')" bgcolor="#ffccff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;amp;postID=2430527212695070657" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Going by foot was dreaded journey that we did not intend to take,&lt;br /&gt;But Then we saw a&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; SILVERLINING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere a shimmering light from the heavens above had shined down on a humble &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;MBSA&lt;/span&gt; truck,&lt;br /&gt;It saved us... our sketchbooks... THANK YOU&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; MBSA &lt;/span&gt;TRUCK~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our arms on the edge,&lt;br /&gt;Our feet on the seats,&lt;br /&gt;Our butts on floor,&lt;br /&gt;We were riding in... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;STYLE&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; (temporarily)&lt;/span&gt; fast and indestructible!!&lt;br /&gt;We laughed at everyone we could've possibly laughed at!&lt;br /&gt;And in the end we got to our sketchbooks and 'only to found on ebay' bags were safe...&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;BASED ON A TRUE STORY : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just at this tree planting program... =__________=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-2430527212695070657?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/2430527212695070657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=2430527212695070657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2430527212695070657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2430527212695070657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are-finally-gonna-get-lockers-in.html' title='We Are Finally Gonna Get  Lockers In School..... FINALLY!!! Gawd.. And You Expect These People To HAve ATLEAST SOME Quick Development In Schools +___+'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-1884697340797987171</id><published>2010-01-07T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:52:46.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Eve Of Christmas...</title><content type='html'>There is this one cartoon on PlayHouse Disney, it's called The Little Brown Bear, this is the remake of it's theme song. Btw, i happen to "LOVE" the little brown bear~! =____________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On The Eve Of Christmas Night,&lt;br /&gt;He Poked A Needle In His Eye,&lt;br /&gt;He Tried To Sleep But Cried And Cried,&lt;br /&gt;And Bled To Death Throughout The Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Mother Found Him On His Floor,&lt;br /&gt;And Pulled The Trigger,&lt;br /&gt;Said Nothing More,&lt;br /&gt;She Fell Instantly Near The Door,&lt;br /&gt;All The Neighbors heard but said nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Papa Bear Came Back From Work,&lt;br /&gt;And Kinda Took It As A Joke,&lt;br /&gt;And When He Realized It Was Real,&lt;br /&gt;He Cut His Throat Without A Squeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whole Bear Clan Came To Visit That Night,&lt;br /&gt;But Just Stared Silently At The Gruesome Sight,&lt;br /&gt;One Of Them Spoke "We Shouldn't Let Them Go To Waste,&lt;br /&gt;And Gobbled Them Up Fast AS A Train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-1884697340797987171?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/1884697340797987171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=1884697340797987171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1884697340797987171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1884697340797987171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-eve-of-christmas.html' title='On The Eve Of Christmas...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-1885412802653923626</id><published>2010-01-04T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:39:55.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day...</title><content type='html'>......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is the worst first day of school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hate my school and the people inside it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-1885412802653923626?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/1885412802653923626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=1885412802653923626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1885412802653923626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1885412802653923626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day.html' title='First Day...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-8993957133357031865</id><published>2009-12-29T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:46:35.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blabbering Of The Young One...</title><content type='html'>Kids these days are such fools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Umm... Does that include meh?? ... i'm.. a budak?? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It can't beeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; o___________o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Owh, i'm gonna start school soon~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm so excited!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Or.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Will next year be worst than this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jeng jeng jeeennggg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O_________o ta B disambung-ed :E (feffiwoff teef :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-8993957133357031865?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/8993957133357031865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=8993957133357031865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/8993957133357031865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/8993957133357031865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/blabbering-of-young-one.html' title='The Blabbering Of The Young One...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-2353531667458103510</id><published>2009-12-28T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T05:54:03.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasi Lemak Is Goooooood....</title><content type='html'>nasi lemak nasi lemak nasi lemak nasi lemakk.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the feeling! the taste! It's indescribable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TT________TT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-2353531667458103510?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/2353531667458103510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=2353531667458103510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2353531667458103510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2353531667458103510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/nasi-lemak-is-goooooood.html' title='Nasi Lemak Is Goooooood....'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-8336146771242080933</id><published>2009-12-26T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:00:07.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts, Their Thoughts, OUR Thoughts :D</title><content type='html'>Look,&lt;br /&gt; Turn Around,&lt;br /&gt; But Chances Will No Longer Be Around,&lt;br /&gt; No Matter How Motivated You Are Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There Are Times,&lt;br /&gt; You Can't Proceed,&lt;br /&gt; Right?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; There Are Times,&lt;br /&gt; When You're Heart Just Bleeds,&lt;br /&gt; The Words Are There,&lt;br /&gt; Why Don't You Use Them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These Words Are Everything I Wish To Tell You,&lt;br /&gt; But I'm sorry that,&lt;br /&gt; These 100 paper butterflies,&lt;br /&gt; Will Just Be Paper,&lt;br /&gt; They Will Never Be Real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Even If I Get By With These Lies,&lt;br /&gt; These Blood-Soaked Hands,&lt;br /&gt; Wouldn't I Still Be Feeling The Regret,&lt;br /&gt; Until The Time,&lt;br /&gt; My Heart Stops Pumping Blood,&lt;br /&gt; And When My TEars Become Dry,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The Burden Shall Be Shouldered By Me,&lt;br /&gt; The Pain,&lt;br /&gt; If You Don't Live Happily Don't Be Surprised If I Suddenly Start Running Towards You&lt;br /&gt; With A Knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You May Not Understand Now,&lt;br /&gt; But I'm Sure You Will,&lt;br /&gt; Pain And Saddness Included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So Don't Give Up,&lt;br /&gt; Hold On Tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because Isn't This Our Life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-8336146771242080933?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/8336146771242080933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=8336146771242080933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/8336146771242080933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/8336146771242080933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-thoughts-their-thoughts-our-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts, Their Thoughts, OUR Thoughts :D'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-8554766825383901939</id><published>2009-12-26T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:40:56.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Damn it, When They Said Free Food, I Didn't Think They Meant That We Had To Get Off Our Asses To Get The Food"</title><content type='html'>I pity them fools... I just watched the extended version of Lord Of The Rings: Return Of The King again last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was a part where Gandalf said to the soldiers of Gondor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "You Are Soldiers Of Gondor!&lt;br /&gt;   No Matter What Comes Through That Gate,&lt;br /&gt;   You Will Stand Your Ground!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If this whole situation was real, i bet the first thing that would pop up in their minds is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Crap, is it too late for a career change??"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-8554766825383901939?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/8554766825383901939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=8554766825383901939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/8554766825383901939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/8554766825383901939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/damn-it-when-they-said-free-food-i.html' title='&quot;Damn it, When They Said Free Food, I Didn&apos;t Think They Meant That We Had To Get Off Our Asses To Get The Food&quot;'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-7180664877098142124</id><published>2009-12-26T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:34:55.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Old Teenage ~poo~ (: D) That You Hear EveryDay... Isn't It Funny That We All Have The Same Issues?? XD LoL.. TEENAGERS!</title><content type='html'>Same old, same old... Yea, It's meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm a teenager, no wait... a human, who admits, i make mistakes on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hi, I go by the name Airah, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     i'm still in my self-finding process in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I try... i try... i try... It's so hard to be yourself isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;     Nah, i admit, i'm just making it hard... But, the fear of everyone rejecting                 myself, always.... ALWAYS... haunts me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I have a nasty temper, i don't show it, most people don't know it, but yea, but i can calm down faster than you can say "Peanut Butter And Macaroni Cheese Sticks!!" ... o_______o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Most of the time... Especially in the sekolah... I'm quiet... Really quiet.. I'm usually like that because, well, i don't feel like talking??!! XD Or i think that that person/people are such idiots.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That doesn't mean that each time i zip my mouth means i think you're stupid :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have no idea what i wanna do once i get out of school, but.. i hope i will have enough time to find out until then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Airah not being random,&lt;br /&gt; Over and Out&lt;br /&gt; : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-7180664877098142124?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/7180664877098142124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=7180664877098142124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7180664877098142124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7180664877098142124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/same-old-teenage-poo-d-that-you-hear.html' title='Same Old Teenage ~poo~ (: D) That You Hear EveryDay... Isn&apos;t It Funny That We All Have The Same Issues?? XD LoL.. TEENAGERS!'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-315758313185395893</id><published>2009-12-26T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:02:41.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T TELL MY MOM O_O.... no, seriously..</title><content type='html'>They say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My MOM says, I sound wiser(?) when i write....? lol, that's...um... Pretty.. unexpected?? XD lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was like.... That's a good thing right? Cause... I wanna be young wise! XD not old wise... Not that there is a difference, except, of course... THE AGE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But then again, she IS my ~mamma~ (o____________o) ... so, she could be right..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; XD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-315758313185395893?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/315758313185395893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=315758313185395893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/315758313185395893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/315758313185395893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-tell-my-mom-oo-no-seriously.html' title='DON&apos;T TELL MY MOM O_O.... no, seriously..'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-3394326943575568858</id><published>2009-12-26T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:58:03.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Think? What Do I Think? Actually I Don't Really Care What You Think :D</title><content type='html'>Change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ughh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ehemmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   CHANGE ISN'T ALWAYS EASILY ACCEPTED,&lt;br /&gt;   NOR EASY TO REFUSE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Change... Doesn't it just burn sometimes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-3394326943575568858?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/3394326943575568858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=3394326943575568858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3394326943575568858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3394326943575568858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-do-you-think-what-do-i-think.html' title='What Do You Think? What Do I Think? Actually I Don&apos;t Really Care What You Think :D'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-1782777862197910270</id><published>2009-12-26T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:07:35.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thoughts... The Thoughts... The Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>There was a time,&lt;br /&gt; When everything sang for me,&lt;br /&gt; The flowers blooming,&lt;br /&gt; Birds chirping,&lt;br /&gt; And we were all laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There was a time when we remembered,&lt;br /&gt; and a time i was forgottten,&lt;br /&gt; There were times we were happy,&lt;br /&gt; And times we were sad,&lt;br /&gt; Times we were happy and glad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Times of hatred and deceit,&lt;br /&gt; Times of jealousy and weep,&lt;br /&gt; So many memories,&lt;br /&gt; Remembered so few,&lt;br /&gt; So many memories from me  to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-1782777862197910270?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/1782777862197910270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=1782777862197910270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1782777862197910270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1782777862197910270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoughts-thoughts-thoughts.html' title='The Thoughts... The Thoughts... The Thoughts...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-4203854687723945855</id><published>2009-12-20T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:41:38.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love 'em.. Do You? What do I love? Isn't It simple? Isn't It Easy? I love, Candy :D</title><content type='html'>Today, me and hanna went to the nearby restoran to makan-makan,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; After we finished, There were these middle-aged geezers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They were so miang! GODDAMMIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't know which is worse, those ala gangsters or these old geezers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just felt like kicking their balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bet they were all married =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I never want to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GET AWAY FROM MEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GO DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; GO TO HELL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-4203854687723945855?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/4203854687723945855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=4203854687723945855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4203854687723945855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4203854687723945855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-em-do-you-what-do-i-love-isnt-it.html' title='I love &apos;em.. Do You? What do I love? Isn&apos;t It simple? Isn&apos;t It Easy? I love, Candy :D'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-3941035678343915756</id><published>2009-12-20T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:04:56.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chupa Chups, Clouds, And Sasha...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/Sy8cr9GgcvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2Mw9r_OJUNs/s1600-h/ChupaChups_Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/Sy8cr9GgcvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2Mw9r_OJUNs/s400/ChupaChups_Tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417580418211803890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chupa Chups... ARE SO NICE...&lt;br /&gt;I mean,&lt;br /&gt;They are frikkin delicious!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watermelon flavour...&lt;br /&gt;It rocks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/Sy8csTohcWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q5iMWyLB--0/s1600-h/clouds-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/Sy8csTohcWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q5iMWyLB--0/s400/clouds-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417580424260055394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are just....&lt;br /&gt;Cool..&lt;br /&gt;They are just so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when i'm bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I just go out the window and climb on my roof,&lt;br /&gt;and just stare at the clouds (but then i quickly go back in to stop the passerby's from staring =___= damn them..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just look so....&lt;br /&gt;Unreal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was a cloud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just so magical :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o___________________________________________o&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Just Watched 2012 with my dad yesterday, &lt;br /&gt;And there was this guy who acted as the russian pilot, &lt;br /&gt;and his name was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SASHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-3941035678343915756?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/3941035678343915756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=3941035678343915756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3941035678343915756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3941035678343915756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/chups-chups-clouds-and-sasha.html' title='Chupa Chups, Clouds, And Sasha...?'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/Sy8cr9GgcvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2Mw9r_OJUNs/s72-c/ChupaChups_Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-6039713395134462735</id><published>2009-12-20T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T02:33:50.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Bet Edward Scissor Hands Never Got The "Plastic" Cuts +________+</title><content type='html'>It hurts.... &lt;br /&gt; Like...&lt;br /&gt; REALLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I never thought,&lt;br /&gt; That one day,&lt;br /&gt; I would actually get cut by plastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's small...&lt;br /&gt; But it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It all happened after we came back from giant..&lt;br /&gt; sniff...&lt;br /&gt; Waaaaahhh!!&lt;br /&gt; The Telur Punye Plastic Thingy!!&lt;br /&gt; The Plastic!!&lt;br /&gt; THE HORROR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TT___TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once again, The Airah has become totally random XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-6039713395134462735?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/6039713395134462735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=6039713395134462735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6039713395134462735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6039713395134462735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-bet-edward-scissor-hands-never-got.html' title='I Bet Edward Scissor Hands Never Got The &quot;Plastic&quot; Cuts +________+'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-1119527021979480852</id><published>2009-12-16T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:32:12.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Btw MARR, :E wemember feffiwoff? the teef? the teef?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SylCk4VEqhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5yGMwxLnxM0/s1600-h/absolut_vodka_family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SylCk4VEqhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5yGMwxLnxM0/s400/absolut_vodka_family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415933228253227538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW MARR,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Last Week Wednesday I went to MELAKA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I went to the tesco or jusco there and, while I was there, i passed by this alchohol shop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I saw, on the display, the vodka bottles that you were talking about on your "Na z'darovye!" ... I saw the bottles like the ones on top~!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dey so pwettyy.... Seriously, these people really know how to design their bottles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No Wonder Ivan likes vodka so much.. =___=... but then again, he russia XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you start collecting them one day, call me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll go to your rumah, and we can just stare at them all day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I mean... Aren't they... pwetty~?? XD Look at them~! If only malaysians could create this type of design... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; =_____________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.designverb.com/wp-content/images/2006/07/Bong.Vodka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 429px; height: 328px;" src="http://www.designverb.com/wp-content/images/2006/07/Bong.Vodka.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.packagingeurope.com/images/news/201107_082811_Vodka%20for%20ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 369px;" src="http://www.packagingeurope.com/images/news/201107_082811_Vodka%20for%20ladies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But then again, If i had these bottles, i wouldn't drink it(DUH..), i'll put it in a glass case or something~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-1119527021979480852?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/1119527021979480852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=1119527021979480852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1119527021979480852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1119527021979480852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/btw-marr-e-wemember-feffiwoff-teef-teef.html' title='Btw MARR, :E wemember feffiwoff? the teef? the teef?'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SylCk4VEqhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5yGMwxLnxM0/s72-c/absolut_vodka_family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-9021772811732788556</id><published>2009-12-16T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:44:32.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KapalKawan? O_O... KawanKapal?? ...? :D</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to know the meaning of friendship, so i researched it on wiki o_______o.... Lol, here's what i got~! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend (or close friend): a person(s) with whom someone shares extremely strong interpersonal ties with as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acquaintance: a friend, but sharing of emotional ties isn't present. An example would be a coworker with whom you enjoy eating lunch, but would not look to for emotional support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmate: the name given to someone who is considered the ultimate, true, and eternal half of the other's soul, in which the two are now and forever meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pen pal: people who have a relationship via postal correspondence. They may or may not have met each other in person and may share either love, friendship, or simply an acquaintance between each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet friendship: a form of friendship or romance which takes place over the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comrade: means "ally", "friend", or "colleague" in a military or (usually) left-wing political connotation. This is the feeling of affinity that draws people together in time of war or when people have a mutual enemy or even a common goal. Friendship can be mistaken for comradeship.As a war ends, or a common enemy recedes, many comrades return to being strangers, who lack friendship and have little in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casual relationship or "Friends with benefits": the sexual or near-sexual and emotional relationship between two people who don't expect or demand to share a formal romantic relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood brother or blood sister: may refer to people related by birth, or a circle of friends who swear loyalty by mingling the blood of each member together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross-sex friendship is one that is defined by a person having a friend of the opposite sex: a male who has a female friend, or a female who has a male friend. Historically cross-sex friendships have been rare. This is caused by the fact that often men would labor in order to support themselves and their family, while women stayed at home and took care of the housework and children. The lack of contact led to men forming friendships exclusively with their colleagues, and women forming friendships with other stay at home mothers. However, as women attended schools more and as their presence in the workplace increased, the segregated friendship dynamic was altered, and cross-sex friendships began to increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open relationship: a relationship, usually between two people, that agree each partner is free to have sexual intercourse with others outside the relationship. When this agreement is made between a married couple, it's called an open marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roommate: a person who shares a room or apartment (flat) with another person and do not share a familial or romantic relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary friend: a non-physical friend created by a child. It may be seen as bad behavior or even taboo (some religious parents even consider their child to be possessed by an evil spirit), but is most commonly regarded as harmless, typical childhood behavior. The friend may or may not be human, and commonly serves a protective purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual friendship: the Buddhist ideal of kalyana-mitra, that is a relationship between friends with a common interest, though one person may have more knowledge and experience than the other. The relationship is the responsibility of both friends and both bring something to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I Also Found This Poem... It might relate to some of you or not, but, iono XD... It's by this chick that goes by the name CLAIRE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WHAT IF?&lt;br /&gt;© Claire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends tell you their secrets&lt;br /&gt;Friends are meant to share&lt;br /&gt;Friends are meant to cheer you up,&lt;br /&gt;What happens when they’re not there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it hard when you don’t have&lt;br /&gt;Someone to lean upon?&lt;br /&gt;When you need a friend to care,&lt;br /&gt;but they, your friends, have gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you were split&lt;br /&gt;Up from your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you’d care&lt;br /&gt;If your friendship ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you slowly drift apart,&lt;br /&gt;Go in separate ways?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you both grow closer&lt;br /&gt;Grow closer day by day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your friends started&lt;br /&gt;Saying things behind your back?&lt;br /&gt;Would you stand and face them,&lt;br /&gt;Or would your courage lack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it would be safer&lt;br /&gt;To let your friendships mend,&lt;br /&gt;Push these thoughts behind you,&lt;br /&gt;And make the questions end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-9021772811732788556?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/9021772811732788556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=9021772811732788556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/9021772811732788556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/9021772811732788556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/kapalkawan-oo-kawankapal-d.html' title='KapalKawan? O_O... KawanKapal?? ...? :D'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-7198865570975779819</id><published>2009-12-14T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:31:11.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Or Not To Be? A desplazarse sobre o no? ¿Qué debo hacer? ¿Sabes? Porque yo por mi parte, no tienen idea de qué hacer ...</title><content type='html'>Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-7198865570975779819?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/7198865570975779819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=7198865570975779819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7198865570975779819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7198865570975779819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-be-or-not-to-be-desplazarse-sobre-o.html' title='To Be Or Not To Be? A desplazarse sobre o no? ¿Qué debo hacer? ¿Sabes? Porque yo por mi parte, no tienen idea de qué hacer ...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-2822246578067242521</id><published>2009-12-10T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:05:31.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Camera May Be One Of The Few Dangerous Possesions A Girl Could Have O_o</title><content type='html'>We Can't deny the fact that our phones are filled with photo's of us looking all cute and... uhhhh... can't really describe it.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's just sad =_=... Seriously SAD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-2822246578067242521?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/2822246578067242521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=2822246578067242521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2822246578067242521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2822246578067242521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/camera-may-be-one-of-few-dangerous.html' title='The Camera May Be One Of The Few Dangerous Possesions A Girl Could Have O_o'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-1279024834439895879</id><published>2009-12-08T06:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T06:32:59.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Realize That Everything Isn't What It Used To Be, Don't You Just Wish That You Could Scream "Ебать!"</title><content type='html'>Btw all  the foreign languages that i've been using is russian FYI..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; All thanks to Marr and Hetalia xD~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Holidays... Ahhhh... It's the time where kids plan on doing everything they've always wanted to do! BUT unfortunately... Things don't always go right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kesian kesian... I just hate it when it happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Have you ever tried looking back, say when you were a kid, and think, "gawd damn! Things were so easy on me back then! All i had to do was talk in an annoying baby-ish tone, poop, eat, play, and everyone would love me! But now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, we get it all the time =_= just stings like a real bitch right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unfortunately, Open your damn eyes and see, time won't change, We can't go back into the past, i doubt someone will ever be able to break the time and space continuum, so stop wasting your time, and move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ,is what i'd try to say to myself... And again i tell myself, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "time will heal you, so just... hold on.. just a lil longer.. And it will all be like nothing had ever happened.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope time will be able to heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-1279024834439895879?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/1279024834439895879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=1279024834439895879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1279024834439895879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1279024834439895879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-you-realize-that-everything-isnt.html' title='When You Realize That Everything Isn&apos;t What It Used To Be, Don&apos;t You Just Wish That You Could Scream &lt;blockquote&gt;&quot;Ебать!&quot;&lt;/blockquote&gt;'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-1036081390312037468</id><published>2009-12-07T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:47:25.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To hell with 2009, Woo hoo 2010 xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.... The year went by so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it didn't, this year has probably been one of my worst. So much bad shit happening i almost just wished that this year didn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt; well, at least I'm behind all that stuff... or am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Riddance 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-1036081390312037468?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/1036081390312037468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=1036081390312037468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1036081390312037468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1036081390312037468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-hell-with-2009-woo-hoo-2010-xd.html' title='To hell with 2009, Woo hoo 2010 xD'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-1394717616978099838</id><published>2009-12-06T00:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:51:04.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>жизнь и смерть</title><content type='html'>There has to be atleast once in your life where you ask yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      "How much time do i have left?"&lt;br /&gt;     "Will i have done everything that i ever wanted to before my 'time' comes?"&lt;br /&gt;                  "How will i die? Will i Die happily?"&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;             "What will happen after i die? Will I go To Heaven or Hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  I have never thought much about what i want to do with my life.. I have never really valued it either.. I'm really afraid of thinking what happens to me after i die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess it's normal for everyone to be thinking this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's really hard.. Living is hard. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  In life, we don't get it very easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As a teenager, you go to school, teacher tell you to study really really hard so that you can get all A's. They make us think that if we get anything below A, we are stupid. I know that that thinking is wrong. I know, but sometimes we can't help but to think that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies is one thing, but then you got back stabbers, you got people who isolate you, bullies, Ex-best freinds, ex-enemies, acquaintences... Maybe one or two among them will be your good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All they do is make your life harder. Friends will start going against each other.. And you will have to make a decision. If you choose either one, you will lose a friend. Choose neither, you lose both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ahhh, love, the happiest thing a girl could ever encounter. Especially if you're still in high school. Everyone will encounter the 'puppy dog' illness. They all think that their in love. Infactuation... It's terrible. One-sided love, most people say its worst. Make the wrongs choices and one way or another, you get pragnant and the guy gets away with it. The parents will call you a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life does suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this makes you think, is life really that worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is, even though bad shit happens to you, you get played or whatever, but at times, there will be a time when you are truely happy. Even though its only only for a minute or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say form 1 and form 2 and the crucial times, because that's when you start finding yourself, or finding new friends, your old bestfriends somehow becoming more and more unknown to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they also say that your last few years of school will be your best. You will become more mature, so do some of the guys. Thats the time when evryone becomes more known to you. Also the time when you are about to enter the "alam dewasa" (oooooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope i will live long enough so that i can experience all kinds of things. &lt;br /&gt; I hope i won't die to soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life and Death&lt;br /&gt; жизнь и смерть&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ..Конец..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-1394717616978099838?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/1394717616978099838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=1394717616978099838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1394717616978099838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1394717616978099838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='жизнь и смерть'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-1407950361089307897</id><published>2009-12-05T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:01:36.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pineapples Have Never Been This Good O_O...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SxtkUQLQcOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EoKoKWRMWyc/s1600-h/14-cutting-pineapples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SxtkUQLQcOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EoKoKWRMWyc/s320/14-cutting-pineapples.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412029676318126306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Seriously!! I've always hated pineapples cause.... I didn't like the taste, but their actually not that bad O_O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My eyes have now been opened to a new world... A world of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   PINEAPPLES O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Pineapples O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-1407950361089307897?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/1407950361089307897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=1407950361089307897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1407950361089307897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1407950361089307897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/12/pineapples-have-never-been-this-good-oo.html' title='Pineapples Have Never Been This Good O_O...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SxtkUQLQcOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EoKoKWRMWyc/s72-c/14-cutting-pineapples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-3570116961487647430</id><published>2009-11-29T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:16:15.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go Dream Team~!!!</title><content type='html'>Minho from SHInee is so adorable~ Me and billy were watching him on KBS today, Kyaaa...~~ &lt;3&lt;3 Looks like fangirls will forever be ones XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I guess lying is unavoidable...?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   We can't help but to lie lie lie.... I challenged myself to not lie for the whole day today. I didn't :D&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Feeling really proud of myself atm... :D&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Challenging yourself is so fun~! Like challenging yourself to win that phone game that gets you so addicted!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  haihh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-3570116961487647430?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/3570116961487647430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=3570116961487647430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3570116961487647430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3570116961487647430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-go-dream-team.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Dream Team~!!!'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-2163282360278805691</id><published>2009-11-28T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T03:22:03.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much For Never Writing Again... =_=</title><content type='html'>H-E-T-A-L-I-A.....&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;    It is so awesome~~!!! &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;    It's so awesome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  NEED I SAY MoRE??? IT'S FRIKKIN AWESOME~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-2163282360278805691?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/2163282360278805691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=2163282360278805691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2163282360278805691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2163282360278805691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-much-for-never-writing-again.html' title='So Much For Never Writing Again... =_='/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-3593207320933864033</id><published>2009-11-28T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:51:47.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn It's Been Long.....</title><content type='html'>Blogs are such a drag... i mean, why bother to actually tell people about your life? And you always have to update it and bla bla bla ... Not that i actually care XD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It has been a year since i've been trying to revive that sad excuse for a computer... But i'm not going to give up yet... Not yet~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm probably not gonna update this blog until another year or so... lol... so Bye~Bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-3593207320933864033?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/3593207320933864033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=3593207320933864033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3593207320933864033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3593207320933864033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2009/11/damn-its-been-long.html' title='Damn It&apos;s Been Long.....'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-6578377173197899783</id><published>2008-10-13T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:12:42.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For some reason, I hate nice people O_o...</title><content type='html'>I like weird people... I like extra sarcastic or blur people. I also like the people who are nice but i know they aren't 100% nice. I dunno why, but it's really hard to believe that there is actually someone who is really nice... i dunno why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Probably I don't trust them, because i've had some very unpleasent past experiences with friends back at my old school(probably one of the reason why i'm so screwed up right now.. ha ha XDDD)...Well there is also a recent story that made me not trust people who appear to be very nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There's this girl(whose name shall not be revealed cause i'm a very kind person..pfft..Just call her girl X)in class --BEEP--, she is very nice to people, she allows them to borrow her stuff, when people accidently spilled their water on her baju she didn't mind, when people ask her to help them with homework she helped... but...one day... One of my --BEEP-- was crying cause a few or her classmates were talking bad about her behind her back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I asked her how did she find out. She said that one of her friends(girl Y) told her, then i asked her, how did girl Y know in the first place? She said girl Y overheard girl X and some other or her classmates talking bad about her. I dunno if girl Y was lying or not, but, ever since then, i just didn't trust her completely....Well, not completely, at least tinggal about 10% left XDDD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiwahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Beware of the people who are nice to you... but that doesn't mean that everybody who seems nice are mean, well, i learned that the hard way XDDD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-6578377173197899783?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/6578377173197899783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=6578377173197899783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6578377173197899783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6578377173197899783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-some-reason-i-hate-nice-people-oo.html' title='For some reason, I hate nice people O_o...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-1540741480407806558</id><published>2008-10-13T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:28:19.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm me... Not Entirely sure about that but... Yea, i am what i am.</title><content type='html'>I'm a very complicated person... Trust me, I am. So, Since i'm a complicated person, these feelings that i have in my head must be complicated as well right? Bingo! I just hit a bullseye XDDD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some of these feelings, i dun anyone to know... Because in a way, they are very selfish, possesive, and etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I also get mad and jealous easily... So even though you may not know what you did wrong(and probably you didn't do anything wrong), if i suddenly just get angry at you or ignore you, or just make a blank face or blur face(but also means i'm not interested or i don't really have the mood to talk or i'm bored to death XDDD)....then you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't really explain it, but sometimes i know myself and sometimes i don't... It's weird but, whatever. I'm still an energetic youth, If my life span is long enough probably i'll be able to figure myself out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiwahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - From when i was born, till now... No one has ever been able to understand me or my feelings... But i hope there will be someone...someday.. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONOUR TO THE PENGUINS~!!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-1540741480407806558?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/1540741480407806558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=1540741480407806558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1540741480407806558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1540741480407806558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-me-not-entirely-sure-about-that-but.html' title='I&apos;m me... Not Entirely sure about that but... Yea, i am what i am.'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-2559378197118357278</id><published>2008-09-26T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:18:44.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koizora</title><content type='html'>This is about this movie that i've been wanting to watch ever since....i saw that trailer... The trailer that i saw with Mar the day i went to watch a movie with billy, me, mar, and taufeeq.... The tittle is kinda cheesy but what ever!!!! i really like this movie so i dun need your opinions!!!! The english tittle is called sky of love....(=_=)" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description...&lt;br /&gt;-Last fall, over 3 million people were brought to tears by the movie Koizora. The original story of Koizora, by the author Mika, was popularized on the cell phone novel site, Mahou no Land, and since then has been turned into a novel, a movie, and now a drama. The highly popular movie will be turned into a drama, which follows the life of a normal higschool girl who experiences many unbelievably sad events, but through it all proving that love conquers all, and this true love story remains unchanged from the movie. Not only does it simply portray the first love of the highschoolers, it shows the warmth from the family, the importance of life, the bonds with friends, and the common happenings of teens, and through it all Mika and Hiro's love story gets unwound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun like the drama... The dude that plays Hiro is so...not hot and isn't the slightest, in my opinion, cute!!... and the chemistry between Mika and Hiro, i just don't feel it in the drama... and as i was saying...the guy is NOT CUTE!!!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent god knows how many hours searching for the movie, you can watch the drama on youtube, but i wanna watch the movie!! It's available on veoh but.... VEOH ISN'T FRIKKIN AVAILABLE IN MALAYSIA!!! WHY???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i didn't give up! My semangat to watch it still exist... and finally my patience has been awarded &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://shisaki.co.nr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo happy~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank this person who's gender is still a mystery to me, (from crunchyroll, username...)apirl, THANK YOU~!!! Even though i have absolutely no idea who you are, but... I LOVE YOU!!!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast from Movie&lt;br /&gt;Yui Aragaki - Mika&lt;br /&gt;Haruma Miura - Hiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast from drama&lt;br /&gt;Mika - Erena Mizusawa&lt;br /&gt;Hiro - Koji Seto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also watch it at mysoju, but, it's like in parts so it's a bother la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay~!! I got 1 more hour to waste till sahur,&lt;br /&gt;Aiwahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, it's PG-18 cause it got those "tak baik" stuff that "little" kids can't watch... Just dun watch it whe nyour little sis/bro or parents are around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-2559378197118357278?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/2559378197118357278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=2559378197118357278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2559378197118357278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2559378197118357278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/09/koizora.html' title='Koizora'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-6290311435896186070</id><published>2008-09-12T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:59:41.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....sorry, me again XD</title><content type='html'>I noticed something.... Yea... I did.... It's nice to stay up and stuff to watch your fav anime and read manga but...... I ACTUALLY SLEPT THE WHOLE DAY~!!! I mean, i coukd've used all that sleeping time surfing the net and reading pointless crap or something!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... At least Mr.Apple got some sleep~ ^^ ............................ =_=.. FUCK THAT!!!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has A Blank Mind and A Blur Face ATM,&lt;br /&gt;Aiwahhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-6290311435896186070?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/6290311435896186070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=6290311435896186070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6290311435896186070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6290311435896186070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-me-again-xd.html' title='....sorry, me again XD'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-4432532543191728956</id><published>2008-09-11T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:34:38.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hilarious vid...</title><content type='html'>Yea.... my brother was nice enough to leave Mr.Apple with me for the whole day~!!! i'm soooo happy~!!! And i didn't go to school today cause i woke up late o.o YAAY~!! i get to stay at home with Mr.Apple~!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yea, my brader, he showed me this hilarious Vid... You guys should watch  it... It's about this dudde trying to be a six year old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m9MA0eW8yyw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m9MA0eW8yyw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this one interview with this comedian, they asked him why he started doing this.... He said it was because he was sick of those people with their webcams acting like their life is miserable... =_=....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch and laugh, Fart and Cry,&lt;br /&gt;Aiwahhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-4432532543191728956?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/4432532543191728956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=4432532543191728956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4432532543191728956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4432532543191728956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/09/hilarious-vid.html' title='A hilarious vid...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-1132928625148594451</id><published>2008-09-11T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:24:39.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Asleep Yet...</title><content type='html'>Code Geass R2 epi 21 update...&lt;br /&gt; Lulu-sama is the emperor of Britannia!! W00t!!! Go My Lulu-samaaaa~!!! &gt;_&lt;.... Gonna watch Epi 22 now~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Code GEass R2 epi 22 update...&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!! Nunally is alive and is the enemy of Lulu-sama??!!! Sigh... Why does this kind of crap keep on happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Poor Lulu-sama... Looks like Code Geass is far from over... I hope there is a season 3 XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps - To Marr, I don't Suzaku that much now so you can continue to like him ^_^ I hate Scheniciel now!! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiwahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi.... I'M GOING TO SLEEP FOR REAL THIS TIME XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-1132928625148594451?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/1132928625148594451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=1132928625148594451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1132928625148594451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1132928625148594451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-asleep-yet.html' title='Not Asleep Yet...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-1069397870434022804</id><published>2008-09-11T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:31:50.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ja Ne~!!!</title><content type='html'>No, i'm not moving... it's just that... Mr.Apple isn't mine and tomorrow....well today, he will be taken away by the big chubby man that likes to take pictures of himself at least 20 times a day..... TT^TT.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably won't be on for a few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;(NOOOOOOOO! Don't jinx it! At least one week! ONE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh... You're still here? I thought you went back to hilal's blog already&lt;br /&gt;(Yea, but he isn't awake and he got his stupid trials so i'm left alone)&lt;br /&gt;Kesian... Don't forget to tell him I want to meet his sister kay?&lt;br /&gt;(tak nak)&lt;br /&gt;=_='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finish watching my Lulu-sama then i go sleep sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is sad to not be able to use internet because the stupid kiplak punye comp rosak and has to use other peoples laptop,&lt;br /&gt;Aiwahhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-1069397870434022804?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/1069397870434022804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=1069397870434022804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1069397870434022804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/1069397870434022804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/09/ja-ne.html' title='Ja Ne~!!!'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-7778021512887523945</id><published>2008-09-11T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:53:05.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakuman!! ROCKS!! TT^TT (i love you marr...?)</title><content type='html'>Ever since my dear Dell (my second brother punye laptop) left me on the 30th of August...i've been... so very alone... not being able to see my dear Lulu-sama and Takagi-sama(i have two lovers now.... sorry lulu-sama but your going a bit crazy over Nunally-chan's death...don't mind me, just babbling XD) it's been damn torturing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My patience has rewarded me.... i got to read bakuman chapter 4 and 5 at last!!! You're right Marr... Azuki's mom is cute XDDD.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tra lala lala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels lke heaven~~ Waiting for Code Geass R2 epi 21 to finish uploading... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Mr.Apple (my first brader laptop) and i will stay together forever~ &gt;_&lt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS BACK TO REALITY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just give some "short" updates of what has been going on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th August &lt;br /&gt;- 10pm, i was spending my last moments with Dell doing god knows what until 4.3o am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week or so,&lt;br /&gt;-i'm offically a pengawas &gt;_&lt;  Yaay.....wait... i'm not sure if this is a good thing or bad thing O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday,&lt;br /&gt;I started experimenting with Takeshiro's eyes (this one dude i drew).....i used his eyes for some other people too... then girls.... nah... girls don't suit these eyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i dunno when but i think, last week as well)&lt;br /&gt;- my lil sis pijak paku so we have to jaga heer 24/7.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WAIT! look on the bright side!)&lt;br /&gt;bright side?&lt;br /&gt;(Yes! bright side! At least you will be able to spend more quality time with your sister that you love to bully~!! :D)&lt;br /&gt;Stupid! consience! Damn you hilal!! ...?&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh, don't mind me people, ever since the spelling-bee....well.. let's not talk about that in front of me shall we? i'm really sensative... =_=)&lt;br /&gt;It's all hilal fult!&lt;br /&gt;(see look at the poor girl.... she can't even spell fault now..)&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;-i experimented with flavours today~!&lt;br /&gt;(is that a good thing? Wait till you guys hear what she put in the RICE)&lt;br /&gt;i put.... two sticks of butter, some cinnamon sticks and raisins.... psst.. and also two big teaspoons of milo..i couldn't taste it later though...&lt;br /&gt;(yea, gotta admit... it tasted kinda good..)&lt;br /&gt;Seee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, and this shall be the last day my "konsience" will be here.... hehe, i copy hilal punye stail XDDD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiwahhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-7778021512887523945?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/7778021512887523945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=7778021512887523945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7778021512887523945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7778021512887523945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/09/bakuman-rocks-tttt-i-love-you-marr.html' title='Bakuman!! ROCKS!! TT^TT (i love you marr...?)'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-3783543412227439438</id><published>2008-08-28T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T03:43:55.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is a question I've heard from a lot of adults all my life(different sentence but basically same meaning la...) Some from those related to me, some not. Even if they don't ask me, i can still see it in their eyes.... I NOT paranoid. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Like this" in my case means loud, impulsive, messed up, combative, undisciplined, annoying... and other stuff too.... =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The reason the question gets asked so often, with such impatience, is because there's no easy explaining when it comes to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, i come from a nice family... i guess... Got two parents, not one. We're not really rich but not really poor just okay. We're well educated. Or should i say, they're well educated. Um, they made me read books when i was little. They also always told me to drink my milk and eat healthy stuff... I don't really think it's their fault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got two brothers.. ones in college, the other working... Got a big sis, got a lil sis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Growing up, they only tease me and beat me up the 'normal' amount... so, why am i like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't know. Some people have a lot of space between thinking and doing. I don't have any(i do la, but i don't think a lot).. Some people look at themselves from the outside and try really hard to make themselves look good. I stay on the inside. I'd rather feel good than seem it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes i love that about myself, sometimes... i HATE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why am I like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't know... I have a couple of theories, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy cause last day for me to ganti puasa.... but puasa is next week... damn,&lt;br /&gt;Aiwaaah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-3783543412227439438?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/3783543412227439438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=3783543412227439438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3783543412227439438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3783543412227439438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts....'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-6948396268246641199</id><published>2008-08-16T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:09:30.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel sick =_=...</title><content type='html'>I dunno why, but i've been feeling really ill-ish... dan rase pening gile.... my body rase panas..... wait, maybe it's because i'm fasting? But, i dunno la, My forehead and my tummy feels really panas... Two more hours till buka puasa... sighhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Sick,Hungry, and Weak is so not my thing,&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-6948396268246641199?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/6948396268246641199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=6948396268246641199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6948396268246641199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6948396268246641199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-sick.html' title='I feel sick =_=...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-490637775104168649</id><published>2008-08-15T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:01:52.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chores for today...FINISHED!!!</title><content type='html'>Yaay... can finally rest.. but can't eat though, tgh ganti-ing my puasa..... But look on the bright side! I have no more chores for TODAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................or so i thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry as ever,&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-490637775104168649?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/490637775104168649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=490637775104168649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/490637775104168649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/490637775104168649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/chores-for-todayfinished.html' title='Chores for today...FINISHED!!!'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-96897970408634886</id><published>2008-08-15T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:11:45.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Early...... On a SATURDAY??? O_o</title><content type='html'>I dunno why, but here I am, up early... On a frikkin SATURDAY!!!?? I mean WTF?? Shouldn't I sleep more? i mean, It's only the first day of my holidays and i'm still waking up early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sigh, that's okay, this way, I can use the comp when my brothers asleep until he wakes up! hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry and Awake,&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-96897970408634886?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/96897970408634886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=96897970408634886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/96897970408634886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/96897970408634886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/up-early-on-saturday-oo.html' title='Up Early...... On a SATURDAY??? O_o'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-3531734715225396266</id><published>2008-08-14T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:22:34.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays~!! Here I Come!!</title><content type='html'>Yess~!! Exams over, and the holidays are coming~ What more could I ask? sigh.... unfortunately, i have to snap out of this fantasy and face reality.... In reality, I have CHORES... Banyak pulak tu... sigh... Owh well, hopefully, I won't have to do that much chores this week... TT^TT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-3531734715225396266?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/3531734715225396266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=3531734715225396266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3531734715225396266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/3531734715225396266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/holidays-here-i-come.html' title='Holidays~!! Here I Come!!'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-108968343900405639</id><published>2008-08-14T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:13:22.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need sleep......</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is science... Just finished studying... can't sleep.... damn... it's okay, i'll just read nabari no ou~ kawaii~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-108968343900405639?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/108968343900405639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=108968343900405639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/108968343900405639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/108968343900405639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/need-sleep.html' title='Need sleep......'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-2312919114887564403</id><published>2008-08-14T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:07:34.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The F-Word... Fork...?</title><content type='html'>Just now, when it was dinner, there was only me, my brother, and my lil sister. The rest didn't come down yet. Hana was eating with her fork. The she looked at it and asked my brother what it was.... Here was how the conversation went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana: abg ngah, ape ni?&lt;br /&gt;aniki: that's a garpu....&lt;br /&gt;me:fork la...&lt;br /&gt;aniki:fork, yea, a fork..&lt;br /&gt;hana: owhhh, fok ye?&lt;br /&gt;(SILENCE)&lt;br /&gt;aniki: no hana FORRRRK...&lt;br /&gt;hana: owh, fok?&lt;br /&gt;me: haha, no la hana FO-RRRRK&lt;br /&gt;hana: owh, foke? (sounded like focker)&lt;br /&gt;me and aniki : =_='&lt;br /&gt;me: no la, bukan fork, garpu, apela abg ngah ni...&lt;br /&gt;hana: abg ngah yg salah? owhhh... garpu ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that's how it went... A while after that everyone came down and we had dinner together.... and nobody knew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full and going,&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-2312919114887564403?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/2312919114887564403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=2312919114887564403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2312919114887564403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2312919114887564403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/f-word-fork.html' title='The F-Word... Fork...?'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-7720627344067434580</id><published>2008-08-14T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T05:14:58.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nooo!! Nunally has died!! What is Lulu-sama's purpose to fight now??</title><content type='html'>Yea... In Code Geass R2 epi 18, she died.. because of that stupid idiotic SUZAKU!!! THAT SHOW'S WHAT AN ASS HE IS!!! See Marr, i told you he was an ass, but no, you still prefered Lulu-sama over Suzaku!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, Rolo was planning to kill her to get his "brother's love"... pfft... what the hell la.. he still didn't notice... Lulu-sama was just using you, and he hates your guts!! hahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What will become of Lulu-sama now?? I shall wait for the 19th episode quitely...&lt;br /&gt;(Terrifying laughing in the background...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-7720627344067434580?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/7720627344067434580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=7720627344067434580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7720627344067434580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7720627344067434580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/nooo-nunally-has-died-what-is-lulu.html' title='Nooo!! Nunally has died!! What is Lulu-sama&apos;s purpose to fight now??'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-2798164410333906291</id><published>2008-08-14T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T04:19:37.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Geass Vs Death Note....</title><content type='html'>Wtf! Code Geass Vs Death Note?? Yea, It's true, a lot of people have been saying that. ^_^  Well, Code Geass : Lelouch Of The Rebellion R2(second season) in undoubtedly the show with the most buzz this season and it totally doesn't disappoint it's fans. The most surprising aspect of R2 is the "reset"... Lelouch's continuous plotting and scheming while avoiding the detection of his captors to his reawakening is reminescent of Kira's moves in Death Note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if my lulu-sama(Lelouch aka Zero) fight Light (Kira)?? Who would be the craziest???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to this url&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEKE_qX9qqg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEKE_qX9qqg&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcaUeMHVPRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcaUeMHVPRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the devil of Kira and Zero :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqX2Zd2fFTw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqX2Zd2fFTw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who frikkin cares if Light won that stupid fight of "Who's the craziest"?? I dun care... Lulu-sama is still the best for me :D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this video, please watch it, it doesn't really matter if you dun watch the other videos... just watch this one because my friend made this one.. O_O... yea it's true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UT6Gkut1nD8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UT6Gkut1nD8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Hail Zero!!&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-2798164410333906291?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/2798164410333906291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=2798164410333906291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2798164410333906291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/2798164410333906291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/code-geass-vs-death-note.html' title='Code Geass Vs Death Note....'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-4047848421938758156</id><published>2008-08-14T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T03:20:29.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT ANOTHER MANGA UPDATE....Nabari No Ou is getting interesting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SKQDHTunvUI/AAAAAAAAACY/7ic-txdx7IU/s1600-h/nabari_no_ou_ch001_pg010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SKQDHTunvUI/AAAAAAAAACY/7ic-txdx7IU/s400/nabari_no_ou_ch001_pg010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234312091001142594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SKQDHs5NmuI/AAAAAAAAACg/4eDJI1Me6Pk/s1600-h/nabari_no_ou_ch001_pg011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SKQDHs5NmuI/AAAAAAAAACg/4eDJI1Me6Pk/s400/nabari_no_ou_ch001_pg011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234312097756453602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SKQDH09RiJI/AAAAAAAAACo/qUJItkX72qk/s1600-h/nabari_no_ou_ch001_pg015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SKQDH09RiJI/AAAAAAAAACo/qUJItkX72qk/s400/nabari_no_ou_ch001_pg015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234312099920971922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?? (talking about the 3 pages up there... page 10,11 and 15...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SKP-SCcr9NI/AAAAAAAAABw/FYC-FBWkH7w/s1600-h/nabari_no_ou_ch001_pg001_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SKP-SCcr9NI/AAAAAAAAABw/FYC-FBWkH7w/s400/nabari_no_ou_ch001_pg001_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234306777782940882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I have been reading this manga... At first, I wasn't really interested but as I kept reading it, it kept getting interesting.... So, this kind of manga may not be your type but it's gets better as you keep reading... This is about the normal school life and.... NINJAS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a unique manga from Kamatani Yuhki. The art work is just so..... CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like.... the main character, Miharu, is like totally.... uhh... his personality is kinda indescribable.... =_='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(121, 170, 9); clear: left;"&gt;Summary&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="s" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); clear: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rokujou Miharu was a seemly reluctant junior high student living in his own world. However, within him, lurked the ultimate power of Nabari*, “Omnipotent”. To possess such supreme weapon, the Wolf Pack of Iga* swore to bring Miharu back to Iga village. On the other hand, Miharu’s English teacher, Kumohira sensei*, and classmate, Kouichi, were the Banten* ninjas whose mission was to protect Miharu. A war waged over the ownership of “Omnipotent” thus started. To survive, Miharu must enter the hidden world Nabari, to become the king.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh.... If you still don't understand what it's about then.....(one of my friends,who's name shall not be revealed under any circumstances, read this and she was like.....wha?... so here is the plot.. =_=')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Plot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;Set in the modern age, the story is about Rokujo Miharu, who just wanted to live a normal life and inherit a Okonomiyaki restaurant. At the moment, his biggest problem was the constant pestering from Kouichi Aizawa and Durandal Thobari Kumohira, who started a Nindō &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_norom" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; "Way of the Ninja")&lt;/span&gt; Club. Miharu wanted nothing to do with "ninjas" and turns them down every time. But soon, he is attacked by an actual group of ninjas and is protected by Kouichi and Kumohira. There, Miharu learns of the hidden ninja world Nabari, the roles of his classmate and teacher in that world, and of the hijutsu Shinrabanshō &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_norom" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Shinraba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"all things in nature")&lt;/span&gt; within him. The hijutsu, containing all the world's knowledge, is sorely coveted after in Nabari. And because of that, Miharu cannot return to his normal life. He must become the "Ruler of Nabari" to survive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="Characters" id="Characters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt; &lt;div class="noprint relarticle mainarticle"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Nabari_no_%C5%8C_characters" title="List of Nabari no Ō characters"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;Rokujo Miharu&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voiced by:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rie_Kugimiya" title="Rie Kugimiya"&gt;Rie Kugimiya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The protagonist of series, Rokujo is a 14-year-old &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Middle_school" title="Middle school"&gt;middle school&lt;/a&gt; student. He holds Nabari's hijutsu, the Shinrabanshō, in his body. He pretends to act indifferent to those around him in order to protect them from getting hurt, though he is not averse to acting in a rather innocent and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuteness_in_Japanese_culture" title="Cuteness in Japanese culture"&gt;cute&lt;/a&gt; way in order to get what he wants. He remembers little of his childhood, and had lost his parents at a young age. His only goal is to inherit his family's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okonomiyaki" title="Okonomiyaki"&gt;okonomiyaki&lt;/a&gt; store.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nabari_no_Ou#cite_note-0" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yoite&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voiced by&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mitsuki_Saiga" title="Mitsuki Saiga"&gt;Mitsuki Saiga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;A 16-year-old ninja in the Kairōshū who uses the forbidden technique "kira". This technique shoots the user's ki into the body of a target and controls it from the inside out, which can cause the target's bones to break or their body to completely explode. The cost of using this technique is the loss of the user's life force, gradually losing their five senses and eventually dying. According to volume 4, he has roughly two more months to live. After first abducting Miharu and taking him to an abandoned train car, Yoite tells Miharu his friends will die from the ki he implanted inside them; unless Miharu utilizes the Shinrabanshō to grant his wish, to be "erased" from existence. This turns out to be a lie, but Miharu still aims to grant the wish.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Kumohira Tobari Dyurandaru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Japanese" title="Help:Japanese"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_icon" style="padding: 0pt 0.1em; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:80;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voiced by:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daisuke_Namikawa" title="Daisuke Namikawa"&gt;Daisuke Namikawa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Rokujo's and Kouichi's 25-year-old teacher in the "front world". Born in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ireland" title="Ireland"&gt;Ireland&lt;/a&gt;, Kumohira is actually a ninja of the Banten village in the world of Nabari. He is entirely devoted to protecting Rokujo, and wants him to become the ruler of Nabari. He has an intense hatred of transport, such as trains and buses, and would not get on one until Rokujo manages to "persuade" him. He went to Japan because his grandfather was a "Japan otaku" and "ninja fanatic", who forced him to go to learn to become a ninja, and was unable to return home for ten years (partly due to his phobia of vehicles).&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the anime, he is the temporary leader as the current leader is away, while in the manga, he is not just a stand-in, but actually has the power to arrange for a temporary leader. According to Aizawa, Kumohira has probably recorded Banten's kinjutsu through verbal communication. &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Aizawa Kōichi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Japanese" title="Help:Japanese"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_icon" style="padding: 0pt 0.1em; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:80;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voiced by:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satoshi_Hino" title="Satoshi Hino"&gt;Satoshi Hino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Rokujo's 14-year-old classmate who studies nindō under Kumohira. Though he normally has an energetic attitude when around others, he is serious and relentless when it comes to his ninja duties, and is apparently fascinated with death. It is later revealed that his love of death is a result of his own inability to die. His immortality is attributed to the holder of the Shinrabanshō during the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edo_Period" title="Edo Period" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Edo Period&lt;/a&gt;, who was a medical practitioner, experimenting with placing the wisdom of the Shinrabanshō into animals, since humans usually died. There were only two survivors of the experiments, both of whom gained immortality as a result. Kōichi's ultimate goal is to find a way to die, as well as ensure that "monsters like [himself] are never created again."&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Shimizu Raimei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Japanese" title="Help:Japanese"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_icon" style="padding: 0pt 0.1em; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:80;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Voiced by:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayumi_Fujimura" title="Ayumi Fujimura"&gt;Ayumi Fujimura&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;She is a 14-year-old guardian of the world of Nabari, and the head of the Shimizu &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clan" title="Clan"&gt;clan&lt;/a&gt;. She is also a Fūma-nin &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Fūma no nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Japanese" title="Help:Japanese"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_icon" style="padding: 0pt 0.1em; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:80;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, "Wind Magic/Demon Ninja")&lt;/span&gt; who prefers fighting with a sword (named Kurogamon&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_norom" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Kur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) over using ninjutsu, claiming to be a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samurai" title="Samurai"&gt;samurai&lt;/a&gt;. She has the tendency to mistake one person for another, or reveal information she means to keep to herself, when excited. Five years ago, her older brother, Raikō, annihilated their clan, and she has sworn to kill him in revenge. However, after the truth was revealed about how they died, her anger faded. She and her brother made up, but are still on the opposite sides. Yet, Raikou claims that he still loves his sister as he had said it to Gau and was worried about Raimei when Kouga attacked her.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;Okay... once again, if you want to read this go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/page/manga/series/1667/nabari_no_ou/"&gt;http://www.mangafox.com/page/manga/series/1667/nabari_no_ou/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^,&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-4047848421938758156?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/4047848421938758156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=4047848421938758156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4047848421938758156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4047848421938758156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/manga-updatenabari-no-ou-is-getting.html' title='NOT ANOTHER MANGA UPDATE....Nabari No Ou is getting interesting....'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SKQDHTunvUI/AAAAAAAAACY/7ic-txdx7IU/s72-c/nabari_no_ou_ch001_pg010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-4425836793491468080</id><published>2008-08-14T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:44:56.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nakama...My Tomodachi... My Friends...</title><content type='html'>It's really hard to find friends who actually care for you and help you out... Trust me, I definitely KNOW  how frikkin hard it is....  How I know? Don't ask, just had some really bad experiences back at my old school in Penang... Even Billy doesn't know... It's actually no surprise for billy not to know much of my elementary school days back at Minden Heights... I'm the type that likes to keep everything to myself...&lt;br /&gt; A lot of serious shit happened back then, back with my old "friends"... well if you can actually call them that. Well, never mind about the dulu-dulu punya story, I just wanted to say, how happy i am to not think bad stuff about my friends now (well not all... ade la my classmates and all XDDD)... It feels really good not to put on that fucking fake smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU TO ALL MY NAKAMA WHO HAVE CARED FOR ME AND HELPED ME WITH ALL MY TROUBLES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I, especially, want to say thank you to Karina and Dahlia, who's always been there for me, when I cried, had love problems, had other... problems, and all that shit. Thank you for making me actually smile again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU EVERYBODY! MY FRIENDS AT TAHC! MY FRIENDS WHO ARE NOT PART OF TAHC.... AND etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-4425836793491468080?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/4425836793491468080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=4425836793491468080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4425836793491468080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4425836793491468080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-nakamamy-tomodachi-my-friends.html' title='My Nakama...My Tomodachi... My Friends...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-6677827610609817639</id><published>2008-08-13T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T06:35:16.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B for.... Bakuman..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SKLi0UBIoFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/r5TbiHCEmHI/s1600-h/002_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SKLi0UBIoFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/r5TbiHCEmHI/s400/002_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233995105312481362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone knows &lt;span class="filter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohba tsugumi &lt;/span&gt;right? no? Well, i'm sure you've at LEAST heard of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Death Note&lt;/span&gt; right? yes? no? whatevr...okay! Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just recently created a new manga,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BAKUMAN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bakuman is basically about two boys in 9th grade who wish to be &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mangaka" title="Mangaka"&gt;mangakas&lt;/a&gt;. The two main characters are accomplished artist Moritaka Mashiro &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Mashiro Moritaka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Japanese" title="Help:Japanese"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_icon" style="padding: 0pt 0.1em; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:80;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and aspiring writer Akito Takagi &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Takagi Akito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_help"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Japanese" title="Help:Japanese"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_icon" style="padding: 0pt 0.1em; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-decoration: none;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:80;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="filter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read it at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/page/manga/series/4052/bakuman/"&gt;http://www.mangafox.com/page/manga/series/4051/bakuman/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Bakuman/"&gt;http://www.onemanga.com/Bakuman/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(121, 170, 9); clear: left;"&gt;Summary&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="s" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); clear: left;"&gt;It's not easy to become and live as a mangaka, Mashiro knows that from his late uncle. At his 9th grade, while trying to keep up with reality, school and then normal job, he left his notebook with a sketch of Azuki, a girl he likes. Tamaki, a first rate student found it and trying to convince Mashiro to draw a manga with his story. Mashiro doesn't like the idea and tries to decline. Tamaki, however, tries to stick to dream and found out that Azuki also wants to be a voice actress and already got a good reply from a production company. Tamaki, then, brought Mashiro to her house and telling her his dream.... Mashiro then tells her that he will write a manga with Tamaki and will ask Azuki to voice their anime. Out of confusion, Mashiro asks her if the dreams become reality, will she marry him? She says yes, only if their dreams become true, and not otherwise!! Now, lifes of wannabe mangakas begun!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="filter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good, and so far there is only, like, one chapter entitled Dreams And Reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Yume to genjitsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;.... O_o... so, yea like i said... it's new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="filter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-6677827610609817639?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/6677827610609817639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=6677827610609817639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6677827610609817639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6677827610609817639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/b-for-bakuman.html' title='B for.... Bakuman..?'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/SKLi0UBIoFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/r5TbiHCEmHI/s72-c/002_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-6351152998581757588</id><published>2008-08-13T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T03:33:23.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waahhh~!! Ashli~!! Otanjoubi Omedato~!!</title><content type='html'>Happy belated birthday Ashli!!! Yea, i guess that you had quite a wild "surprise" (nahh, i'm thinking that you knew)... hehe eggs and all~! Well Hilal, FYI you weren't the only person who threw eggs at Ashli.  There was me, Dahlia, Karina(nicknames are tiring.... seriously...), the twins and.... wait that's it, all of us were throwing eggs at him... it was soo hilarious, cause the eggs, didn't break! Dahlia was like "Heyyy! How's life?" at ashli, while patting his back (with the egg of course).... but *GASP* the egg didn't break! It was sooo frikin hilarious... Audrey dear, it was a shame you had to miss it... XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that, Nady was there, she was like "owh, don't be so mean" and we were all like "it's like tradition"... Then, Dahlia was like yelling at Karina "throw the egg! throw the egg!" she was pointing at Nady, Then the egg just went SPLAT! at Nady's head... It was pretty hilarious... tried not to laugh, but she was pretty pissed so karina splatted an egg on her head as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stop laughing... but sorry Nady! It was really funny... XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-6351152998581757588?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/6351152998581757588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=6351152998581757588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6351152998581757588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6351152998581757588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/waahhh-ashli-otanjoubi-omedato.html' title='Waahhh~!! Ashli~!! Otanjoubi Omedato~!!'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-8160259345898693139</id><published>2008-08-09T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:32:02.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L-O-V-E.....</title><content type='html'>WTF..... Plz read the below....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darling~!! Nothing can halang our WOVE~!!! Let's get married!!"&lt;br /&gt;"But My Parents Don't Approve Of Us~!!"&lt;br /&gt;"It's Ok-ayy, nothing can stand in the way of out love!! Even Money Doesn't Stand A Chance Between US"&lt;br /&gt;"It's Okay~ I dON'T mIND :D .. We Can Use My Money~!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Let's end our school life! And run away together~!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And They Run Away, and live a "happy" life... heh... as if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like WTF....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chic is like a total idiot...&lt;br /&gt;Of course, love is important...&lt;br /&gt;YEA... OF COURSE... Love is soooo important....&lt;br /&gt;It's like SOOOO much more important that money and your future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehemmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is important, but isn't better to be balance with MONEY and FUTURE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't understand some people....&lt;br /&gt;They are really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much i love someone, he has to 1) have money that's more than enough money to support a family... 2)a good career... and 3)doesn't get in the way of my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he can't do that, i'm sorry la...&lt;br /&gt;BUT if he really does "love" me like he says, than he will work his ass off to get money :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for me to post this, is because I just read this article in this magazine about this high school girl missing cause she ran away with her unemployed, 2o year old, boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is really important for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my ranking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Family&lt;br /&gt;2.Friends&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2.Money&lt;br /&gt;3.Love (sorry, but, yea this is the rank of LOVE) / Future..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh kay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-8160259345898693139?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/8160259345898693139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=8160259345898693139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/8160259345898693139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/8160259345898693139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/l-o-v-e.html' title='L-O-V-E.....'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-6623495401439363400</id><published>2008-08-09T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:47:01.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Freedom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I mean, what exactly does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need Help...&lt;br /&gt;I can't breath here..&lt;br /&gt;The word "freedom"...&lt;br /&gt;heh...&lt;br /&gt;seems so frikin distant here...&lt;br /&gt;When can i be free..&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get the hell out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being free...&lt;br /&gt;Is that what it means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away...&lt;br /&gt;Is that also freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so boring here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so small here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i be free from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if i try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end...&lt;br /&gt;I have to continue..&lt;br /&gt;being trap in this godforsaken place..&lt;br /&gt;but i keep wondering...&lt;br /&gt;What will happen once i get out..&lt;br /&gt;Will i be able to survive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the world being so screwed up right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i really want get out...&lt;br /&gt;From this small cage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel confused right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to blame someone right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who should i blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or ME.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-6623495401439363400?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-4362288499142649868</id><published>2008-08-03T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:52:29.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding That Was A Total Waste Of My Time....</title><content type='html'>This wedding followed the 3 day tradition thingy.... which was in my opinion crap... i mean,  yea day 1 was very touching (according to my mom, i wasn't listening) but day 2 and 3 was so...urrgggh!! (well we didn't go to the wedding on the 3rd day.. hehe)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wasn't worth it la... (to me, that is~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and Out,&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-4362288499142649868?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/4362288499142649868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=4362288499142649868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4362288499142649868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/4362288499142649868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding-that-was-total-waste-of-my-time.html' title='The Wedding That Was A Total Waste Of My Time....'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-7938223702729916886</id><published>2008-07-26T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:34:54.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefect Dinner........</title><content type='html'>I was having fun~!!! Before it started everyone were so restless, we were running around and stuff... I waited for the others to arrive. When Miko-chan arrived, we decided to stroll around the ballroom... Venturing the other area's... Then we stopped for a moment and sat down. The Miko said "Hey, Let's bother ****" She still doesn't know that i like HIM. Bothering him was pure fun, and me and Miko were sms-ing him during Datin's BOOOOOOOOOORRINGGGGGG speech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Owh, but speaking of speeches the Datin gave a speech when she came. It was so boring because the Datin was giving a very the "short" speech....... Her so called "short" speech lasted for almost ONE HOUR!!! Is that short? I DON"T THINK SO! Even Ckg.DiN was signaling her that time was running out.. And to top it all she came extremely late.... sigh... then she had to go back early so she could finish her "assignment".. i mean what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, after she left everyone started going really WILD! That's when all the fun began. Miko-chan and I were stuffing our belly's with food! Everyone sang and acted..... It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Even when it ended there was some other functions in the other ballrooms and there was really loud music, so loud that we could even hear from the outside. So everyone was sitting on the staircase, singing along to the loud blaring music while waiting for out parents... Everyone laughed and made funny jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-7938223702729916886?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/7938223702729916886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=7938223702729916886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7938223702729916886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/7938223702729916886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/07/prefect-dinner.html' title='Prefect Dinner........'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-860130265179164645</id><published>2008-07-25T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:22:55.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's SATURDAY~!!!! but....i have to go to school...damn ...</title><content type='html'>Yippee... school on a Saturday... and the worst part was, there were no teachers that came into my class... what's the point of coming to school if we weren't going to learn anything?? damn, i shouldn't have come.. Since there were no teachers at all, us form 1 prefects went to rehearse since the dinner is tonight...&lt;br /&gt; Today for no apparent reason I was really stressed out and my neck hurt like hell....i went to see Mr.D in the counseling room  and i asked him, he said it is probably due to me bottling up my stress and not sharing it with anyone...but, i really don't want anyone to know my problems. That's one, and two, i'm too lazy to tell the whole story... i even kept this a secret to my Nee-chan (because i tell her everything).. Next week thursday, i'm having my third session with Mr.D.&lt;br /&gt; Gotta go get ready for the dinner, Marr is gonna come pick me up soon. I'll write about the dinner when I get back. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-860130265179164645?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/860130265179164645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=860130265179164645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/860130265179164645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/860130265179164645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-saturday-buti-have-to-go-to.html' title='It&apos;s SATURDAY~!!!! but....i have to go to school...damn ...'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-6473066528309355378</id><published>2008-07-25T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:48:12.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Crap :D</title><content type='html'>I like formal dinner's and all but, when you have absolutely nothing to wear it's like 'GAAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!' ....Words can't decide how i'm feeling atm....sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AT SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;dumm...dum...dum......DUMMMM...... Today I skipped class...really didn't have any mood, and i was helping out in the bilik kitar semula thingy...well...wasn't really helping just sitting down reading comics... I have interacted well with HIM. yea, HIM......dunno what to say, we talk well, we are in the same group DR and KS made......nothing much to say actually....I like him? yea, i can say that but what the hell.....what are the chances of HIM liking me? HE also currently has a crush.... well, probably i dun like him enough for him to be my 'soul mate'(..?) but hey, we are still in our teens. Who knows? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME(need formal wear.....for dinner)&lt;br /&gt; Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!!!! Owh, was i just thinking out loud? hehe, sorry..&lt;br /&gt;Oooh! yes! Latest discovery! I have found it! the one! yea, i found something to wear...gonna continue reading manga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIRAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7113817980950500195-6473066528309355378?l=airahlikescake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/feeds/6473066528309355378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7113817980950500195&amp;postID=6473066528309355378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6473066528309355378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7113817980950500195/posts/default/6473066528309355378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airahlikescake.blogspot.com/2008/07/daily-crap-d.html' title='The Daily Crap :D'/><author><name>+~Airah~+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15161194374005254204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6mNb9C2QYo/S6dTttE0WrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YlijpoFOAwk/S220/P1020382.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113817980950500195.post-1918480612845299643</id><published>2008-07-24T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T04:29:33.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Life Cruel? In My Opinion, YES.</title><content type='html'>Things you should know about me, likes unique people, hates boring conversations, loves sweet deserts.  I like cream puffs and cake especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My life used to be so boring, yea, if i think back i never really did anything exciting, and i never thought that the world would be such a pain in the ass....Well,  this year is going to be the starting point of my life where i  start getting off my ass and actually start having some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost forgot to mention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           WELCOME TO MY BLOG AND SEE LIFE THROUGH MY EYES&lt;br /&gt;                (sorry if the tittle is corny ...i mean...pfft... Life through my eyes?&lt;br /&gt; who am i kidding? 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