<?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-737881460262482386</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:22:16.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with Yen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-581240265234436590</id><published>2010-07-08T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:50:00.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new job, a new life</title><content type='html'>I love drawing, definitely. Everybody knows that. Wait, not everybody, but, my friends. Working as a game graphic designer? Cool. I love drawing, but after drawing too much...nah, I can't love my job anymore. Wanna say I hate drawing, but can't since my hand always automatically scribbled any white space on the paper whenever I lay my hand on a pencil and eraser. I definitely still love drawing. Working my first job (designer) make me realize something about myself. I still passionately love drawing, but I hate it when I am forced to draw. Simple solution for my dilemma? Stop the job. Besides, I've already gotten a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second job is DBA (database administrator). Okay, 180 degrees, but hey, at least I still have to use computer haha.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I like query (I deal with that quite a lot), but for some strange reason, I like this job. Maybe it's not about what I like and don't. Maybe it's about the environment and the people inside. They're kind and helpful. I learn a lot of things from them. Not just technical knowledge but also lots and lots of social knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've gotten mine, and some friends had also gotten theirs, so congrats for them. For those who hasn't gotten jobs, don't give up! I hope you'll got one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= Every problem has in it the seeds of its own solution. If you don't have any problems, you don't get any seeds. (Norman Vincent Peale) =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-581240265234436590?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/581240265234436590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=581240265234436590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/581240265234436590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/581240265234436590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-job-new-life.html' title='A new job, a new life'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-7631444168562022059</id><published>2009-03-24T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:13:59.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suikoden Tierkreis</title><content type='html'>As the name stated, it is one of suikoden series, but this one is for NDS. Well, the hero is no longer silent character (which I think SUPER DUPER GOOD since I don't really like silent character). Overall, its a good game. The storyline is definitely different from other suikoden series. There will be no more runes (and true runes). All those runes are changed to Mark of the Stars (well, it's still using magics, just with different names). I really really want to say I like this game but I'm a bit dissapointed that there will be no more Viki and Blinking Mirror to teleport you anywhere. It's annoying to go back and forth plus have to fight monsters along the way. Well, in a sense, it good too since want it or not you will level up your characters too (except if you escape on every single encounter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of characters you can recruit is definitely still the same, 108 characters. I think from all suikoden series, characters in this tierkreis are the easiest to get. Money does not come from monsters. You have to do quests and you'll get money from completing them (plot quest gives a lot of money!) Sometimes, characters can only be recruited through quests too. Easy is overall impression I get. Although I do find A difficulty to recruit a character (Savina). I read the faq and it says Savina can be recruited after hero &amp;amp; co came back from Scribes village but I didn't get her until the end (before fight in Cynas). The thing is, you have to talk to Icas until he said something about meeting hero in Cynas and then hero will wonder what happen to the couple he met there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on to the storyline, this time konami really changed the theme! There are tons of other worlds (called infinity). Talk about suikoden, definitely talk about wars. This time war is different too. No more batallion battle on world map. You choose few characters and team, fight some enemies on an area, and PHEW, done! Easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't really know how I feel about this suikoden. I think the storyline is complicated, but at the same time, simple. Maybe it's the main character. The hero is the type that will say, "I will not tolerate evil!" and "I won't know until I try!" (this one is his motto, yeah). I prefer Jale's character though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish this game yesterday morning (well, I always play game from midnight till dawn haha). The hero was given a choice after their defeat while fighting the One King. You will be given a choice. Combine the powers of all stars (but the person will die) or find another way. If you want easy way, choose to combine. You don't have to climb the Statue of One King. You won't see how the hero combine the power, but the One King will surely die and then light...and then puff, your hero become the new One King! Twisted indeed! Well I like it though bwahahhahah. Okay, that's a bad ending. All One Kings in the infinity is the Tenkai star (leader of 108 stars). If you choose the 2nd option, you'll have to climb Tower of the Way in Cynas' ruin. You will get the final false Chronicle and then you'll have to climb Statue of One King. You'll fight him afterward. I don't know if it's only me, but when the hero uses the 12 false chronicles, he looked like Goku from Dragonball when using the Dragonballs. It's kinda lame actually...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like most games, you'll have to fight the last bost several times. The 1st and 2nd time is SUPER EASY, but not the 3rd. The third have a skill that will damage all your characters (go level up your character at least till 60 and you'll be okay). The ending is so-so...a happy ending~ (oh, and I just LOVE Atrie. He's so cute! Atrie is the Tenkai star from other world, and one of hero's best friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Atrie, in the story he says that the friend that he was searching for had a wife and child, but that child had a gateway accident (definitely the hero). Maybe that's why the hero can remember about the forest although he hasn't touched the chronicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the conclusion is this one is one good game (although I hope konami can make the hero's character is more twisted, like Yuri Lowell from Tales of Vesperia for example. He's a type of hero that dislike evil but I like his personality better than most heros in the games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next game may be Valkyrie Profile: Convenant of the Plume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-7631444168562022059?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/7631444168562022059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=7631444168562022059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/7631444168562022059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/7631444168562022059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2009/03/suikoden-tierkreis.html' title='Suikoden Tierkreis'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-5539896019365592094</id><published>2008-07-26T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:40:12.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My lie...</title><content type='html'>The thing has been sorted up a little so maybe in a few days I can tell my friends the whole truth, but there's this feeling of afraid. I think I've lied too much. Well, not fully lying but people had sent me their support...somehow it's just weird if suddenly I told the truth. It's not as BIG as they might think and I can say that they might disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I warned you, don't be surprised and well, I'm not fully lying so forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- so damn guilty -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-5539896019365592094?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/5539896019365592094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=5539896019365592094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/5539896019365592094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/5539896019365592094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-lie.html' title='My lie...'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-6319635951821131662</id><published>2008-07-23T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:32:51.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of my life</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to those who want to know what happen recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell the whole story but, 1 thing that I can say is: We're not breaking up because of 3rd person or such. Shit just happen, and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe that's not really clear but I can't tell much. I will have to sort out this problem first. Later on, I will upload it in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, we DO NOT break up because we wanted to but we HAVE TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= so sad cause the skirt is too tight. maybe a few days of diet will do? =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-6319635951821131662?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/6319635951821131662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=6319635951821131662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/6319635951821131662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/6319635951821131662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/07/story-of-my-life.html' title='The story of my life'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-9204837805648055043</id><published>2008-07-19T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T09:57:42.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's weird</title><content type='html'>Somehow everything seems so weird.  In relationship = in contact is just an obligation, just friend = somehow I feel like contacting you. Human is so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been thinking. The more I think, the more I have negative thoughts. The burden that I have become heavier as I continued to lie. Is this the correct decision? I don't know. Few things that I think I can be sure of are:&lt;br /&gt;1. he never lies to me, therefore I can try to believe him&lt;br /&gt;2. his mental is not strong&lt;br /&gt;3. his life is so mixed up&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a strong girl&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a stupid girl&lt;br /&gt;6. I am a naive girl&lt;br /&gt;7. I am clueless&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a lot of good friends therefore I can be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Though I know I lie, though I know I cannot speak the truth, thank you for everybody's kindness -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= Not in happy mood but not sad at all =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-9204837805648055043?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/9204837805648055043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=9204837805648055043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/9204837805648055043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/9204837805648055043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-weird.html' title='It&apos;s weird'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-7721562840017489849</id><published>2008-07-17T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T07:07:15.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'cause I know I can be strong</title><content type='html'>Overcoming 1 of the things that I feared the most is not as hard as I thought. 2 days crying and...puff....I felt nothing. Honestly, in a sense, I think I'm being to indifferent but maybe that's because we have a silly reason for breaking up. I kept thinking that the reason is just.....so strange that I feel so angry. I wanted to pour my anger to him but I can't do that. I wanted to tell him that he is so weak but I know it's not his fault. If I was in the same situation, I might do the same or might not. I almost never let my feeling of anger and disappointment hinder my brain when it comes to study. Maybe that's what keeping me from failing my subjects (exception for DWDS). Anyway, I can't blame him for everything because I WAS the cause of his failure in the first place. Somewhere in my heart, my weak mind keep telling me that he has no feeling for me anymore but I tried to ignore it. I know it'll make thing worse, at least for me it will. I was scared, I was hurt, I was disappointed but I can do nothing. I let him do whatever he want. If everything can't be fixed, then so be it. I will try to accept it...cause I know...I am strong...and even if I am weak, I will try to be strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I thank Mr. Sunshine for his kindness -&lt;br /&gt;- I thank Isacc and Otou-sama for their attention for me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Still not in the best mood but better than yesterday ;) -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-7721562840017489849?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/7721562840017489849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=7721562840017489849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/7721562840017489849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/7721562840017489849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/07/cause-i-know-i-can-be-strong.html' title='&apos;cause I know I can be strong'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-7919823796904764308</id><published>2008-07-15T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:55:20.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit happen in my life</title><content type='html'>Broke up, those are 2 simple words that I believe I will never have in my life, but...shit does happen. I broke up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm so damn hurt. When he told me that, I felt a hammer was hitting my head. I don't believe it. WHOEVER (and I believe that you guys, my friends will) read this, please just don't ask me why, unless u wanna see me cry in front of u!! (I'm giving u a warning!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= I curse those assholes who made us break up! =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=  in shitty mode =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-7919823796904764308?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/7919823796904764308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=7919823796904764308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/7919823796904764308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/7919823796904764308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/07/shit-happen-in-my-life.html' title='Shit happen in my life'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-4070440419723155257</id><published>2008-07-10T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T08:35:38.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know me?</title><content type='html'>Hancur image w *nangis darah* gara2 crazy dog, alias dog no.4! Emank sich w rada emosian waktu bicara n kalo w uda 'lepas kontrol' w bakalan ngomong nonsense, tapi w ngak nyangka bakalan bisa terkenal. Haruskah w bangga??? Kayaknya sich w terkenal sebagai orang menakutkan. Noooooo!!!!! *teriakan hati*&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya w merasa yg gw bilang tuh biasa2 aja sich, tapi ntah kenapa yg lain tidak berpikir begitu. Ah...hancurlah sudah image anak baikku... *macamnya benar aja :P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari yg lalu Feli datang n tentu saja tujuan utama pastinya DDR XD. Di sunway, w ketemu 1 cowo jago maen DDR. Pas w fail di lagunya "A" yg level 8 (heavy mode) dia dgn sengaja ngambil lagu yg sama. Sok banget. Emank sih dia bisa pass tapi kan ngak perlu pamer gt. Parah deh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh kenapa minggu2 terakhir ini situasinya parah2 m'ulu!!!!!! Stresssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= butet in stress mode =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-4070440419723155257?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/4070440419723155257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=4070440419723155257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/4070440419723155257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/4070440419723155257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-know-me.html' title='Do you know me?'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-4441150149165437684</id><published>2008-06-21T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:17:02.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn SeMeKot no.2!!!</title><content type='html'>Everything was  ruined by the damn SeMeKot no.2! I thought  I can have fun at Genting, but who knew there was a nuisance there? Akot always stood silently and stared at us (which is creepy), then when my bro wanted to buy a phone card, he insisted his XL (which i dunno how to configure) to be configured by me though i said i couldn't, then whenever we wanted to buy things, he would say that he wanted it too but never want to buy 'em himself. He called my Dyana here and Dyana there, honestly, that was so damn annoying!!!! He is even shorter than SeMeKot no.1!!! Darn SeMeKot!!!!! The hell with all SeMeKot!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=so damn piss off right now=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-4441150149165437684?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/4441150149165437684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=4441150149165437684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/4441150149165437684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/4441150149165437684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/06/damn-semekot-no2.html' title='Damn SeMeKot no.2!!!'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-8146855950771293524</id><published>2008-05-18T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:05:16.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to create a pool of tears in your room</title><content type='html'>Today Jen, Dan, Nella &amp;amp; (the ugly :p) Mahe came to my house to study. Though I said study, mostly what we did is chatting. That's when I asked Jen n Mahe about Crisis core. After some of their 'spoilers' I couldn't hold the urge for having more spoilers. Thus, I went to youtube and found the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's how you create a small pool of tears in your own room! I cried the hell out of me!!! It hurt so much to see Zack die!!!!! I know Zack dies (I've played FF7 before) but then, Square doesn't have to create Crisis Core. The game actually make me love him more than Aerith! Therefore:&lt;br /&gt;I hate Square for creating Crisis Core and make me fall in love with Zack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Square for killing Zack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Square for creating a lot of 'bishies' and kill them eventually (not only Zack, but Tidus too, though they did create a sequel where you can get him back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Square for creating such a great game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Square for creating such a touching story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE Square for making me fall in love with FF Series, their characters and songs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= Currently wiping off the pool before anyone came into the room and slap my face :P =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kono kimochi wa, boku no "AI".... kamo ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-8146855950771293524?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/8146855950771293524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=8146855950771293524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/8146855950771293524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/8146855950771293524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-create-pool-of-tears-in-your.html' title='How to create a pool of tears in your room'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-538697203015758209</id><published>2008-05-14T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T06:32:14.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought in the old apartment...</title><content type='html'>I sat on the sofa near the window, looking at the blue sky outside. I was thinking, the cloud swam so freely in the sky...Was the cloud always spent its time flew in the sky? Couldn't it feel bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew through the window I opened widely, I felt it, then again, I wondered, was the cloud moved because of the wind? Yes, I told myself. I picked flower petals from the veranda, threw them from the 17th floor. I lived in an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petals slowly flew further. The wind, again I told myself. I closed my eyes, imagining, if I was the petals, will I feel afraid? I laughed, I will scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat back on the sofa, looking at the sky. Why human life is so boring, always repeating the same activities, again and again, my friend complained yesterday. Again I lost in my thought. I smiled and told myself,&lt;br /&gt;“Life is not boring at all. no day that is the same. Today is different from yesterday even though what you did is the same. As time passing by, you will realize that every thing you see is not the same at all. They may be similar but they won’t be the same. Try to understand and appreciate those feelings and you will see a whole new world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Those are my writing back then in my old apartment. Just a random thought but...I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= Everything in this world is different depends on how you see it =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-538697203015758209?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/538697203015758209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=538697203015758209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/538697203015758209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/538697203015758209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-thought-in-old-apartment.html' title='Random thought in the old apartment...'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-1313751005477185870</id><published>2008-05-09T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T08:52:37.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indo is in chaos?</title><content type='html'>This morning my sis text me. She told me not to send any messages to my mom cause she would turn her hand-phone off. If someone told u that, of course (and very of course), u will ask 'why'? For my surprise (plus shock and fear), Indo currently is in chaotic situation. Currently, there are a rumor spreading around, hand-phone screen turns red, those who received the call will die. It really reminds me of 'One miss call' horror movie. Rumor said it is the work of 'spiritual being'. When the screen turns red, u can see the number of 0866 or 0666 (which they said the number of devil - 666).&lt;br /&gt;I've made some research regarding that. The result is:&lt;br /&gt;1. Indo's occult world has taken a BRAND and GRAND new way to kill with technology&lt;br /&gt;2. SIM card companies in indo is jealous of AXIS (the provider for 0866 &amp;amp; 0666 phone numbers) which I assume it is more likely 'getting rid of future possible threat' than jealousy over a new company, thus spreading a nonsense rumor&lt;br /&gt;3. Same reason as the 2nd but different method to eliminate. Based on my research, some websites and blogs said that the red screen was an effect of infrared light. Using the call, someone sent a high density of infrared. Those who were exposed directly, though may not die almost immediately, would have a high chance of getting cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all 3 results I got, the most logical will be the 2nd but there are some victims confirmed (from newspaper, but I doubt the truth. The newspaper I read was not a good newspaper anyway). The 3rd option seemingly scientific but I don't understand how they could sent infrared through cellphone wave? The 1st option, well, it depends on do you want to believe or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Indo companies are a true mess and chaos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= They ruin my love-love mood!!! They ruin my beloved 'day' =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SCRysm344UI/AAAAAAAAACI/yvTqaAaEBGs/s1600-h/2efolg0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SCRysm344UI/AAAAAAAAACI/yvTqaAaEBGs/s320/2efolg0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198405980567167298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! And it applies to the business world in this twisted world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-1313751005477185870?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/1313751005477185870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=1313751005477185870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/1313751005477185870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/1313751005477185870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/05/indo-is-in-chaos.html' title='Indo is in chaos?'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SCRysm344UI/AAAAAAAAACI/yvTqaAaEBGs/s72-c/2efolg0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-8139344570074120158</id><published>2008-05-08T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:37:38.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully a beautiful day</title><content type='html'>I wish today will be a great day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope today will be a day full of happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope today will be my lucky day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish today will be an interesting day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope today I will be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish today 'he' will be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope today 'we' will be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for everybody's happiness because I'm happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today is 'our' happy day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= in love-love mood =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SCMsAmb-21I/AAAAAAAAACA/C9KbZawLpbI/s1600-h/motivatorMisogyny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SCMsAmb-21I/AAAAAAAAACA/C9KbZawLpbI/s320/motivatorMisogyny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198046783745219410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SCMrN2b-20I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xsR04JwZ3wk/s1600-h/2005094060_a11cfe1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! That is what I WILL do!!!! B'coz I'm evil!!! Bwahhahahahahah XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-8139344570074120158?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/8139344570074120158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=8139344570074120158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/8139344570074120158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/8139344570074120158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/05/hopefully-beautiful-day.html' title='Hopefully a beautiful day'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SCMsAmb-21I/AAAAAAAAACA/C9KbZawLpbI/s72-c/motivatorMisogyny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-3381872529632996752</id><published>2008-04-28T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:12:00.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid APIIT!!!!</title><content type='html'>"Hey, u can't wear short pant here!", that's what the stupid old geezer told me this evening. What's the hell wrong with wearing short pant?! It's not that I'm wearing swimsuit or bikini! What about those who wear mini skirt?! (jeans some more!!!) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I don't care anymore..... (at least I was waving arrogantly when he told me that ^_^ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= assignment mode =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send my prayer to you, my friend. I hope you'll get better soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SBX2wt7R-DI/AAAAAAAAABw/_dN3FQP2qV8/s1600-h/2004293647_ace4e1ecc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SBX2wt7R-DI/AAAAAAAAABw/_dN3FQP2qV8/s320/2004293647_ace4e1ecc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194329062064126002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x being normal doesn't mean that you are useless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-3381872529632996752?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/3381872529632996752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=3381872529632996752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/3381872529632996752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/3381872529632996752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/04/stupid-apiit.html' title='Stupid APIIT!!!!'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SBX2wt7R-DI/AAAAAAAAABw/_dN3FQP2qV8/s72-c/2004293647_ace4e1ecc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-6010665606596789861</id><published>2008-04-26T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T03:18:18.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When despair comes to my life</title><content type='html'>....Just as the title stated. I'm so...into disappointment and despair today. I wish May will come soon, take me to a heaven called Redang (or is it not? whatever...) and then I can forget all problems that I have....but...in the end....I'm just running away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= My current mood =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SBMAqt7R-BI/AAAAAAAAABg/uEPTI-OGzDc/s1600-h/2cz26g8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SBMAqt7R-BI/AAAAAAAAABg/uEPTI-OGzDc/s320/2cz26g8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193495529171056658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- *sigh* whatever -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SBMArN7R-CI/AAAAAAAAABo/zuNz5EkajTs/s1600-h/5fm7no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SBMArN7R-CI/AAAAAAAAABo/zuNz5EkajTs/s320/5fm7no.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193495537760991266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;- HOLY SHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE GAY!!! -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-6010665606596789861?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/6010665606596789861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=6010665606596789861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/6010665606596789861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/6010665606596789861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-despair-comes-to-my-life.html' title='When despair comes to my life'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SBMAqt7R-BI/AAAAAAAAABg/uEPTI-OGzDc/s72-c/2cz26g8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-6145900666013969835</id><published>2008-04-25T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T05:43:36.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful can be Harmful and Painful</title><content type='html'>Most people find stress to be annoying (and mostly become more stress when they acknowledge it) but in my case, stress is a source of different PoV. Mostly, when I become stressed (especially when I have problem in my relationship life) I can do quite well in test or exam. Not to say I like being stressed but it is what happen in the reality of my very life. My friends used to tell me that I'm so cold (or cool, or whatsoever, you name it). I rarely show my emotion (except hungry n happy) but for those who know me (or observant enough) they might know that when I'm angry, sad or stress, I become more silent than usual. My life is an easygoing type but when I'm in trouble, it will become messy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I'm grateful to anyone who have made me stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I thanked ShanShang &amp;amp; Linda for cooking spaghetti for me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I thanked Angel for accompanying me to swim =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I thanked myself for all the hard-works this week =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I thanked anyone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= world is beautiful if you think positively =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-6145900666013969835?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/6145900666013969835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=6145900666013969835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/6145900666013969835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/6145900666013969835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/04/stressful-can-be-harmful-and-painful.html' title='Stressful can be Harmful and Painful'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-8961029963161345606</id><published>2008-04-24T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:04:37.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When aliens invade our earth...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought about, "what if aliens invade earth"? I don't care if you do, but I do, and that's what I'm thinking right now. If aliens really invade earth, first, they'll try to communicate (assume they won't eat you or turn you into frog the moment they see you). What will they say then? This is my assumption:&lt;br /&gt;1. they will learn our language since they have much higher intelligent level (another assumption that their brain level is not worm's brain)&lt;br /&gt;2. they will try to communicate with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question, what kind of words will they use? In my imagination (based on my current situation) the message will look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;input_speech, n&lt;br /&gt;output_answer, invasion&lt;br /&gt;negotiation=1;&lt;br /&gt;for(his_speech=2; his_speech&lt;=n; his_speech++){&lt;br /&gt;    for(my_speech=2; my_speech&lt;=n; my_speech++){&lt;br /&gt;        if [communication (z/i)!= connected] {&lt;br /&gt;           stop_taking_and_turn_human_to_roach;&lt;br /&gt;       }&lt;br /&gt;        if his_speech=my_speech then{&lt;br /&gt;            negotiation=negotiation+successful;&lt;br /&gt;       }&lt;br /&gt;       endif&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;for (talking=1; talking &lt;= (negotiation+unsuccessful); talking++){&lt;br /&gt;    return (invasion[talking]);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this message, I begin to realize, Mr. Saw is an alien and he had brainwashed me (and all of my pitiful classmates) into half alien now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= My world spinning around =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-8961029963161345606?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/8961029963161345606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=8961029963161345606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/8961029963161345606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/8961029963161345606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-aliens-invade-our-earth.html' title='When aliens invade our earth...'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737881460262482386.post-2115223680437790565</id><published>2008-04-23T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:14:10.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The stupid dog no.3</title><content type='html'>As if the number of dogs are not enough in APIIT, 1 stupid guy had been added to the list. The dumbass really needs to be kicked, chopped, stewed (which I think no one would dare to eat it), slapped, whatsoever thingy I would want to do. The stupid asshole, f*cking dog dare to ignore ME while I speak with him!!! That alone is enough for me to hate him forever! I will NEVER EVER EVERRR speak with him anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put aside the dog, I was cooking my dinner (just now) and thanks to my roomie for keeping me busy with her...well....laptop, I burnt my dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SA9fUt7R96I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl3j-I4nO-k/s1600-h/DSC04316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SA9fUt7R96I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl3j-I4nO-k/s320/DSC04316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192473704911730594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute aren't they =3&lt;br /&gt;The blackness covers the white and golden skin, making the golden skin shines like moonlight in the darkness of night....&lt;br /&gt;My, such a masterpiece!!! *I guess I hit my head when taking a nap this afternoon, so don't mind the stupid poem =P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exam and submission of assignments draw near! Ganbatte, atashi to tomodachi yo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737881460262482386-2115223680437790565?l=neirayen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/feeds/2115223680437790565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737881460262482386&amp;postID=2115223680437790565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/2115223680437790565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737881460262482386/posts/default/2115223680437790565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirayen.blogspot.com/2008/04/stupid-dog-no3.html' title='The stupid dog no.3'/><author><name>Neira_Yen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11548368669813062176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFV-g03-TVc/SA9fUt7R96I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Nl3j-I4nO-k/s72-c/DSC04316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
