<?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-3779827685416672134</id><updated>2012-02-22T17:38:30.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making History Her Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-5174492636330354110</id><published>2012-02-22T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T17:38:30.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot even</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't take things so serious. But why do I continuously become curious each day?It was just a night, but that's all it took to linger and hold on the me so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time we talked, the first time we met, and the first words you spoke to me. "Are you nervous?" I agreed in reply. Who wouldn't be? Those things, I want to forget and let go but as of now, I can't for a reason that I cannot even point out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours we shared together pulls me closer and closer to you, not letting me go. Why? Why are you bringing me to this state? Who are you to let me question myself and take everything too seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-5174492636330354110?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5174492636330354110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-cannot-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/5174492636330354110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/5174492636330354110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-cannot-even.html' title='I cannot even'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-4729795526638176971</id><published>2012-02-20T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T18:22:43.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever After: A Night of Thousand Fantasies</title><content type='html'>Last February 18, 2012. Me and my batch mates had our prom. Words can't express how magical the night was. No joke. After all the months of preparation and stress over our prom. After all the preparation for the prom dress, shoes,  and escort, it finally happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqFfjFoRFCU/T0IYMzkkCJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rHOcLKJHfP4/s1600/399880_3066042703605_1639660112_2569185_2084017528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqFfjFoRFCU/T0IYMzkkCJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rHOcLKJHfP4/s320/399880_3066042703605_1639660112_2569185_2084017528_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711153885740271762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, our whole batch including myself thought that our prom would fail. But we were proven wrong. As we got dropped off just before the Preschool building of our school, we had to walk a bit towards the stairs. There was a foreigner lady playing &lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/408168_10150539513337703_685627702_9151713_1215556902_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 156px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/408168_10150539513337703_685627702_9151713_1215556902_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the harp (who was hired to play for 2 hours). And as you enter the white curtains, you would see the teachers at the registration booth. I went to my adviser and my other teacher took a photo of me with my date. After registering, there were two usherettes who were dressed in fairy costumes who would open the white curtains for you. As you enter, you'd find yourself in a pathway. There you'd get 2 official pictures taken. One right after you enter and the other one before you ride the elevator. And when you arrive at the 3rd floor, an MC will interview each couple while the whole interview is broadcasted inside the main venue through the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/419633_353819201306270_100000345789786_1146915_491032755_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 162px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/419633_353819201306270_100000345789786_1146915_491032755_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/429991_353820577972799_100000345789786_1146947_1240884667_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 124px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/429991_353820577972799_100000345789786_1146947_1240884667_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly, the rest is history. Aside from having another official photo with one of the 4 3D backdrops, eating, hearing a speech from our directress, playing a 10s staring game, have an airdance &lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/422557_353818807972976_100000345789786_1146909_545799930_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 163px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/422557_353818807972976_100000345789786_1146909_545799930_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;performance, laugh with the night's hosts Ramon Bautista and Andi Manzano, announcing all the winners for the night, dance nonstop, and play a fun game of Pinoy Henyo English version, I had fun. Really had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God above everything else for making such event possible. I thank the prom committee, parents, and the school for allowing the event to actually take place. I also thank all the people who helped me dress up for prom. More so, I thank all the friends who spent time together with me the whole night. Lastly, I thank my prom date for actually accompanying me to the prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the things that made the prom fun was the fact that my date, and the dates of my 3 best friends were there to laugh and play with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Picture credits to Isabella P. and Louise S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-4729795526638176971?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4729795526638176971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2012/02/ever-after-night-of-thousand-fantasies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/4729795526638176971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/4729795526638176971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2012/02/ever-after-night-of-thousand-fantasies.html' title='Ever After: A Night of Thousand Fantasies'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DqFfjFoRFCU/T0IYMzkkCJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/rHOcLKJHfP4/s72-c/399880_3066042703605_1639660112_2569185_2084017528_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-4801852596651485291</id><published>2012-01-27T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T20:20:32.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CE Journey</title><content type='html'>So apparently, I found out yesterday along with other CE Angels that Ella will get married on May 5, 2012 with her Malaysian fiance. At first I felt shocked about the news. Then after thinking about it awhile ago, I have realized a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, CE. As a CE fan, the news was disappointing. I wanted Chun and Ella together and yet they didn't. A lot of questions keep on popping in my mind. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Were we really delusional? Were we thinking too much? Was there really nothing between them?  &lt;/span&gt;With all honesty, I believe CE were together. How long? I don't know. When did it end? I don't know either. Most of the time, other people would say that they're just another love team. As a CE fan it hurts my pride to read such things. It may have been true. Maybe Chun and Ella were just too friendly with each other out of courtesy. But then again, there are some things that more or less a minority of the CE fans know about the two of them which personally, I can't pinpoint an explanation to why they do that. And maybe those were the reason why I held on to CE for so many years. It's not just about their mere glances at one another nor not just their public display of chemistry. I've seen a lot more and with all those, how could I stop believing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I feel regretful more than resentful. I'm more disappointed than devastated. Everything's different now. If I was who I was a year or two years back, I'd probably be crying as I write this and I'd bash that Malaysian guy all throughout. But no, I'm not. Maybe it's because I have strayed a little bit farther from CE through the months that passed. Maybe I was too busy to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's a sad time, I also can't help but look back and reminisce those memories. I still remember the time I first signed up for CEFC, even ignoring to post at first. I remember how I made my very first friend there, Ate Ally. I remember how gradually, I came to love CE more, made more friends, became more confident about myself, and how I was gradually shaped to be the person I am now. I also remember all the laughter and jokes I had with all my CE friends. It was fun and magnificent. I miss it. I miss it so much I'd do anything to let it happen again. I miss everyone else that I wanna cry more for these friends than for CE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank all the friends I made throughout my 4 years journey of being a CE fan. Through you, I was able to do a lot of things. Thank you for everything. You'll always be in my heart and all the memories we have made will be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I thank CE for everything. I hope Ella will be happy with her marriage. I  don't like the guy but I don't hate him. I just hope he's not marrying  Ella just for the sake of his personal selfishness. I hope he won't hurt  her and would cherish her so much he'd die for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my so called 'CE Journey', I'd say it lasted about 4 years and will officially end on May 5, 2012. But honestly, this journey would never end in my heart. I'd like to continue this journey  as each day pass because I'm so thankful for it. If I hadn't started this journey, who am I now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-4801852596651485291?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4801852596651485291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/ce-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/4801852596651485291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/4801852596651485291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/ce-journey.html' title='CE Journey'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-5921091628750761305</id><published>2011-10-29T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T19:14:38.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SS3 3D</title><content type='html'>Today I relieved one of the events that made my life totally complete, Super Show 3 in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlh5Dm-VNGs/TqvfkCDsIEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pIgChewtQSE/s1600/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlh5Dm-VNGs/TqvfkCDsIEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pIgChewtQSE/s320/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668870366096531522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PULP, once again brought craze among Philippine ELFs by bringing the SS3 3D Movie in the Philippine theaters nationwide. Upon hearing the news that it will be shown on specific dates of October, I wasn't able to contain my excitement. I wanted to watch. But later on, I found myself discouraged with the thought: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is it really worth it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was able to watched the LIVE SS3 last February 26, 2011 in Araneta. I was in SVIP. I had a lot of exciting moments during that concert. The SS3 3D movie was just 1 hour and a half long. The ticket was worth Php 1000. It was hard to buy tickets.&lt;/span&gt; These things kept on bothering me. It made me waver on the excitement of being able to watch the movie. Having myself watch the movie was almost hopeless. Until it came to the point that we decided to buy my friend a SS3 3D ticket for her birthday since she wasn't able to watch the concert itself. Sooner or later, I also found myself buying a movie ticket that has a short screen time and was worth 1K. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I must be crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes the day itself. I went to SM Megamall around 1 pm and met with my friends. We found out that no one was lining up yet so we checked from time to time until we had the courage to "start the line". Well technically. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(We were just talking with each other and as we talk we move closer to the 'entrance' until we find ourselves being followed by other fans. They were lining up behind us all of a sudden. Oh the joy. But we were 2nd in line since there were a group of ELFs who came first and we know it's more than right for them to be first in line.)&lt;/span&gt; Then came the time when we bought SS3 3D poster for Php50 and the SS2 PULP Issue which I wasn't able to get last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm came and the security let us in. We decided to find ourselves good seats inside and leave the SJ standees for later after the movie. A few arguments about where to sit until we finally found "our seat". A representative from PULP introduced herself, played a "death" game with fans, and ELFinity performed for us. After that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the rest is history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was short, yes. But it was worth it. When they said 3D, it really was. The confetti falling as if it was really in the cinema. The close-ups of the SJ members all sweating. The fanservice of the members. The "benta" moments. We watched, we sang, we chanted, we screamed, and we laughed together as some watched for the very first time while others relieved what they had experienced last February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cinema wasn't full just like how other showings were. It was kinda disappointing. Upon seeing personally the 'lack of attendance', it saddened me how the possibility of SS4 in Manila really comes down to the drain. But nonetheless, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the show was worth it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS. I just want to share a "benta" moment of my friend. I won't tell who. So there were standees outside the cinema and as a Kyuhyun biased, she wanted to take a picture. And so she went beside the standee. ANd the rest was history yet again. Kidding. The standee actually fell down and the other member standee (Heechul) also fell down because of what happened. It was really funny but the embarrassment faded after some standees also fell down. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-5921091628750761305?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5921091628750761305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/10/ss3-3d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/5921091628750761305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/5921091628750761305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/10/ss3-3d.html' title='SS3 3D'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlh5Dm-VNGs/TqvfkCDsIEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pIgChewtQSE/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-8077875699454188429</id><published>2011-08-22T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T17:32:25.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too sudden Heechul, too sudden.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Everything is great. Super Junior releasing a new album. Super Junior  being able to promote again. Super Junior winning in shows again.  Leeteuk and Heechul participating in the 5th album. No fan could ever  ask for more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But seriously, I am still in shock of Heechul’s sudden announcement.  For any ELF, not only a Petal, to read something along the lines of &lt;em&gt;“Heechul to enlist on September 1” &lt;/em&gt;is something that won’t be easily accepted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We all know sooner or later THIS time would actually come. But  honestly and personally, I cannot accept it as of now. He may not be my  bias but on one way or another, He has become part of my life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It won’t be easy sending him off on the 1st. And oh good heavens I  have September 1 is an exam date, who knows how much I can concentrate  thinking that he’ll be entering the army.  But yes, it really won’t be  easy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2 years. I know we can wait. But thinking about it, a lot of things  could happen during those 2 years. But what can we do? It’s not  something we fans can stop more so if Heechul wants it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I read in the news that at first he just want to enlist quietly and  not announce it. Seriously Heechul? Seriously? You do not know what  could happen if you didn’t announce it. Fans would retaliate and would  be in chaos if you did that. And so Thank you for announcing it. As much  as it hurts right now, I’m relieved and gracious that you took time and  announce it for everyone else to know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I respect your decision. Fans will wait, don’t worry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-8077875699454188429?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8077875699454188429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/08/too-sudden-heechul-too-sudden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8077875699454188429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8077875699454188429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/08/too-sudden-heechul-too-sudden.html' title='Too sudden Heechul, too sudden.'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-3764521344662449417</id><published>2011-06-24T06:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T07:09:43.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no such thing as forever</title><content type='html'>I knew it would happen sooner or later but what has been announced recently shocked not only me, not only the fans, but even Aaron, Jiro, and Calvin. I'm still sad over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chun is leaving Fahrenheit.  &lt;/span&gt;was the bottomline of HIM's announcement. At first, I was too depressed to even think about it. But now, thinking about these things, seeing Aaron, Jiro, and Calvin's posts in Weibo expressing their sadness and shock especially Aaron whom I really feel sad for, I realized and asked myself, "Was it possible that A,J,C, or even Chun, since he hasn't even spoken about it, were also caught off-guard by the recent announcement?" Who knows. I myself am still confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahrenheit would be the very very first boyband I fell in love with and seeing this boyband lose a member, the member whom I first fell in love with is really something that I can't accept right away. All those laughters, tears, and craziness I showed was because of them. It's really a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it's also a good thing he'll leave the company. I'm sure he talked about this with his FRH brothers beforehand and leaving the company would open greater possibilities for Chun even in regards to CE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the four of them will keep in contact still. Their brotherhood is something that won't disband. I just hope it won't be ruined by people who twists the words from both sides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-3764521344662449417?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3764521344662449417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/06/theres-no-such-thing-as-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/3764521344662449417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/3764521344662449417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/06/theres-no-such-thing-as-forever.html' title='There&apos;s no such thing as forever'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-652114080335225417</id><published>2011-03-23T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:21:39.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna make this short. I'm really just irritated by it. Before, since I was busy with school, I didn't have time to complain and rant about it but now since it's summer, feel my wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spammers in my tagboard&lt;/span&gt;. What the hell is wrong with you? I know it's basically public and everyone can post but WTF!? Do you even know what&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 'Get a life'&lt;/span&gt; means? Instead of posting random and irrelevant messages in my tagboard, it would have been better if you actually commented ABOUT the stuffs I write about and not just promoting whatever you may call those site of yours. It really irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spam all the way in my tagboard only if it's relevant to my blog. But if you're just going to promote those 'sites' of yours and put random and irrelevant comments. Get out of my blog. I don't bite, really. Nor do I get mad easily. It's just that it's too much already. So there, stop it now. I'm not asking you to leave my blog and not comment on my posts but please, don't spam. I know that you know what spamming means so don't do it. You don't wanna see me getting pissed off again. Swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-As77XzYpmHE/TYqceRtXN-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EtcAblS3WME/s1600/One_Mad_Cat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-As77XzYpmHE/TYqceRtXN-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EtcAblS3WME/s320/One_Mad_Cat1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587450331670198242" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image10.webshots.com/11/7/53/32/133775332gkMYTB_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-652114080335225417?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/652114080335225417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/irritated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/652114080335225417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/652114080335225417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/irritated.html' title='Irritated'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-As77XzYpmHE/TYqceRtXN-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EtcAblS3WME/s72-c/One_Mad_Cat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-1443234316060523292</id><published>2011-03-04T17:21:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:55:37.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Hate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And once again, I'm blogging at the last minute because of a current issue and of course, related to me again and my fandom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvuL3tjaT24/TXC0rGj4RFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UIdVcSKOhYA/s1600/183480_1927114060556_1323305980_2247550_5421891_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvuL3tjaT24/TXC0rGj4RFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UIdVcSKOhYA/s320/183480_1927114060556_1323305980_2247550_5421891_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580158590900520018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess you all know how practically every PhELF who attended Super Show 3 Manila is still in their own hang over mode even after a week the concert took place. And I guess most of you also know how awesome and daebak SS3 Manila was with a very close stage, a lot of fan projects, fan services, loud fanchants, and a sing-along party for 3 hours.  With all that the Philippine ELFs (PhELFs) did for Super Junior, we all knew how happy they were that night. The&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGFpstH_y1w/TXCzX6naYkI/AAAAAAAAADs/7llAHZqdTsw/s1600/DSC04422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGFpstH_y1w/TXCzX6naYkI/AAAAAAAAADs/7llAHZqdTsw/s320/DSC04422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580157161764971074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y even called PHELFs zombies because of the airport incident. Anyway, yes they were really hyper, touched, and happy. Every song they performed, all PhELFs literally did their fanchants AND sang along with Super Junior. It was really loud. And the gifts that PHELFs prepar ed for SJ, like the food support project, were really special. So it's not a doubt that SJ were &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ffg_vyc5Q4/TXCylzPLGZI/AAAAAAAAADU/CLRhC53ZHfM/s1600/DSC04571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ffg_vyc5Q4/TXCylzPLGZI/AAAAAAAAADU/CLRhC53ZHfM/s320/DSC04571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580156300790798738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;really happy. Henry and Yesung were both touched during their solos. And many other. Even Henry said that "Philippines has been the LAUDEST crowd." Super Junior members also had hang overs even after the concert with Heechul, Shindong, Leeteuk, Ryeowook, and Henry tweeting a day or two days or even three days after the concert. We PhELFs are happy to be one of the BEST crowds. But that's not the point. The point is, what makes us more happier is that we made SJ really happy even just for a night to take away their stress from their schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WsS3zWCSAwU/TXC1OPhs49I/AAAAAAAAAEU/2RURhEdUem8/s1600/DSC04524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WsS3zWCSAwU/TXC1OPhs49I/AAAAAAAAAEU/2RURhEdUem8/s320/DSC04524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580159194602726354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I don't understand is why we PhELFs are being hated by international fans. Seriously, What did we do wrong? If other ELFs hate PhELFs then that would mean WE did something wrong. Then I ask them this, 'Was it wrong for us to do our best to make SJ happy?' I believe not. Each country, each group of ELFs have their own 'tricks' on how to spice up the atmosphere for the boys and make them happy. I strongly believe PhELFs didn't do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why hate someone who made SJ very happy? Right, ENVY. But it's still not a reason. Being envious of us, fine so be it. But it doesn't mean that you can bash us for something that doesn't even have a fault in it. That's preposterous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Junior exists because of us ELFs. We ELFs exists because of Super Junior. Without Super Junior, we're nothing. Without us ELFs, Super Junior won't even exist anymore. So why envy other ELFs who did their best making Super Junior happy? Why hate other ELFs who are also the reason why such fandom and such idols exist? WHY HATE A SOURCE OF SUPER JUNIOR'S HAPPINESS? Why make a chance to take away THEIR source of happiness by showing how YOU are making a hole in the strong pillar of Super Junior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, why hate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-1443234316060523292?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1443234316060523292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/1443234316060523292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/1443234316060523292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-hate.html' title='Why Hate?'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvuL3tjaT24/TXC0rGj4RFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UIdVcSKOhYA/s72-c/183480_1927114060556_1323305980_2247550_5421891_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-929060026188183675</id><published>2011-02-28T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:34:12.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Time</title><content type='html'>Finally, I was able to open up my blogger and share my experience. What experience? Of course Super Junior's 3rd Asia Tour: Super Show 3 which was held last February 26, 2011, the night before my birthday. But before everything else, you're probably asking why the title is ONE MORE TIME. You'll find out as your read along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. After almost 1 whole year of waiting, I was inside Araneta for SS3. I still remember the last time I blogged about them last April 11, 2010 because I saw Super Junior in EDSA Shang coincidentally and I never knew that a day such as the 26th of Feb. would actually be very special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Prelude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that easy in my part. Ever since the news of Manila being included in the SS3 tour, I couldn't contain the excitement and wished that I would come. And I wanted to no matter what it takes. Around mid-year of 2010, I started asking friends to be obvious in my facebook account that I wanted to attend the said concert. I didn't want to ask directly to my mom since SS3, if ever I attend was the first concert I'll be attending and I wanted to ask her nice and slow so there, I asked friends to show how much I wanted to go to SS3 and thankfully, my mom recognized my want and allowed me, so were my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to get Upper Box A and started saving. Days before the selling of tickets, a friend told me that there were sponsors who would be giving us VIP tickets in which we assumed was seated. Problem was, we were 5 and the tickets were only 4. But we didn't mind it and just hoped on blessings from God. It wasn't easy. Everyday since they started selling tickets, I bugged my friend for the tickets and tried to solve the problem of our tickets. Thankfully, it was solved so we're good to go until my friend told me that the tickets became 3. This then made me panic further but later on, I was able to solve it by buying UA tickets for our other friend. SS3 was getting nearer up to the point that the day before the concert, we still didn't have our ticket which turned out to be that it will be given on the concert date and that it was 4. Talk about confusing ticket numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Feb. 25, I woke up really early and felt that THE DAY was really coming already and when the SJ members were in the airport, I was panicking. Night of the 25th, I wanted to sleep early so I tried to sleep at around 10pm but I was able to sleep at 12am already then woke up on the 26th at around4 and wasn't able to go back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of waiting, my 2 friends arrived at my house and we first went to the hotel where I'll celebrate my birthday. Around 3:30 pm, we went to Araneta already to meet up with our chaperone and get our tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the interprom office and asked this big guard there. He was talking to us and later on, we found him amusing. He gave us our tickets then it struck me. It was Standing VIP. It wasn't the ticket we were expecting so I got a little irritated but oh well, we'll just stick with it. Then that cute big guard was beside us talking with another guard. he was saying something like, "Right our stage is like THIS tall *Giving a really tall height of a stage* Then how would...*Pointing at us laughing*" We found him really cute so we joked with him also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was it. I took a deep breath as I saw a glimpse of the door we'll be entering to SVIP. There was fog and tarpaulins of the SJ members. We took awhile to take pics and then we went in. There were many fans in the moshpit area, not only Filipino fans but also people from US, Indonesia and many more who came to our country just to watch the concert. We went in around 5 so we waited for about 2 hours eating, and watching the commercials being played on the big screen like the Sanuk CF wherein every time a 'SJ member' pops up, fans would scream. Most fans also spent their time waiting while doing fanchants and singing along to the SJ songs being played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights turned dim, the Sapphire Blue lightstick were seen clearly already. Then it became dark and the Big Dome was filled with Blue lights. A VCR played and from that moment, my dream came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first VCR, fans, including me were shouting already. Then Donghae suspended in the air and fans got wilder and wilder until all SJ members appeared on stage. They performed Sorry Sorry and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go in detail with everything and from this moment, I'll state the highlights during the whole concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, 10, 000 fans in Araneta is what it takes to bring the Big Dome down. From the start `till the end, all Pinoy ELFs didn't only do fanchants. THEY SANG THE SONGS. Which I think which made the boys really happy. For them idols, it's really something to hear your fans sing your songs. Heechul was really hyper that night and agree, pictures don't give him justice. He is so gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the introduction, it was really funny. Heechul entered chanting, "Saranghaeyo Kim Heechul.." Then we continued his infamous chant. Siwon enetered next and so did the other members. Shindong's intro was funny. He was like, "Say Oooh~" We did. "Say *cough*cough**cough*" And we coughed too. Yesung's intro was like, "Hi~~!" And we said Hi. "Hello~~!" Hello~~. Then he said something really fast and we were like, Whaaaat? "That's okay" in a really cute accent. Leeteuk's intro was funny. He was laughing and offering the fans water. Cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of stuffs happened in the concert. When Kyuhyun was on our side. My friend and I were standing a little bit far from the crowd who were forcing their way to be nearer to Kyu so my friend and I weren't really in the crowded area. Then Kyuhyun's sight passed by us then went back to us again then smiled and waved at us. Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan Projects were also very successful. From the No Other hearts, Kyuhyun banners, pumpkins, and every other project for the boys. It was really successful. Two of the most memorable performances were Henry and Yesung's solo. For Henry, he sang Baby and everyone sang with him, shouting. Also, we were chanting 'Henry' from time to time. Yesung's song, It Has to Be You, was the song he sang and we Pinoy ELFs sang with him during the entire song. I think he was really touched and also, in one part he said, "Everybody!" And we sang the chorus. After that, we continued singing with him. Seriously, never did I see Yesung smile that much during his performance of that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinaldo was very touching. Everybody chanted Kangin's name during the whole performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When SJ pretended that the concert was over, everybody was like seating down not believing the gag and just chanted, "We want more!" "One more time!" And as expected, the boys came out for the encore with cute vegetable costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungmin in a pumpkin was really cute. he fell down and Eunhuk started rolling him over. Such a pretty sight to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At their speech before Wonderboy. The boys kept on talking. Siwon, Donghae, Eunhyuk, Leeteuk, Kyuhyun and the others talked in English. Some lines I remember was when Siwon was talking, Kyuhyun kept on saying "Yes!" Then Leeteuk's "Are you happy? You're happy? I'm also happy!" or something like that. And of course, who would forget the line, "You are so gorgeous." Who knew they still remember their SJ Full House lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the part where they had their Thank You Speech, Henry was basically the one who took over. Swear, I think he's in my biased list already. His English accent is so good. And I think everyone agrees with what he said, "Of all the countries we've been in, Philippines is the LAAUUDEST" And yes, I think I really agree with that. He can also apply as a translator you know. He was the one translating what Leeteuk was saying. And I'll keep in my heart with what they said, "We'll be back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the concert ended and after they signed t-shirts and other stuffs I felt as if the concert was as if too short but in fact was a 3 hour concert, SJ did their greeting and ELFs did too. Leeteuk and the other members went backstage already and Henry, Donghae, Eunhyuk and yesung did their 'good job kiss' to us fans in the dome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, we saw Leeteuk coming back the stage and going to the VIP section. Turns out to be that he took off his Boys In The City shirt and gave it to a grandma ELF. He is such an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home, I learned that Siwon actually stripped. -__- I expected that but obviously, I didn't get the chance to see him. Heechul also kissed a little girl on the lips. Talk about lucky. "Who's your first kiss?" "Heechul~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to now, I couldn't forget my SS3 experience. I really can't believe I was able to attend it. Actually attend. It feels like it was just summer of 2010 when i was wishing I can come to their concert ad now there I was standing close to them just like before when I first saw them in person. It was a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be expecting SS4. I'm hoping. SS3,  I want to cherish and savor that moment one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm sick with Post-SS3Manila Syndrome. :D And so are the boys days after the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And notice how they boys didn't say something like, "Make some noise!" That's because we can't get any louder than we already were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I love this comment by the organizer of the event, Happee Sy: &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kala kaya nila i gave you guys red bull! hahahaha :D gulat sila bakit daw sobrang hyper!? hahahaha" &lt;/span&gt;(Translated: They actually thought that I gave you guys Red Bull (strong type of beer)! Hahahaha :D They were really shocked on why you were all very very very hyper!? Hahaha :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-929060026188183675?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/929060026188183675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-more-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/929060026188183675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/929060026188183675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-more-time.html' title='One More Time'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-8208760020579136726</id><published>2011-02-23T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:30:02.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>DBSK lawsuit, Hangeng, Kara, and many other. All of it didn't make my life easier than it was. It just...made it harder. But I know that as a fan I couldn't do anything extravagant to put a stop to all the problems facing the KPop industry since 2009. All those artistes leaving their groups, it hurt but I knew I just had to face it and so I did. But now, after reading the news, I don't know. It's as if reality is too much to bear already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander and Kibum will be leaving UKiss. Wow. What a way to starte my afternoon of happiness. I was holding some food as I read the news title and literally dropped what I was holding when I finished reading it. I even cursed in front of my computer. I can't believe it. It's happening again. And I ask myself, WHY DO THEY NEED TO LEAVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after some time of thinking, I knew that it may be for the better. Besides, Both of them won't leave UKiss if it weren't for a very valid reason because deep down, I know UKiss is very special to the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xander would continue his studies. Kibum would be leaving for something I'm not that clear about. It may be hard for all KISSMEs out there but I know, as a fan, we just need to face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't do anything about it. They've made their decision. So I guess now, all we can do, just like how the Cassies are now, wait, support, and believe in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I dislike how Kibum called himself Former member of Ukiss. It's preposterous. Why? Because in my heart, he'll FOREVER be a member of Ukiss. That will never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-8208760020579136726?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8208760020579136726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8208760020579136726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8208760020579136726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-1490595904170938025</id><published>2011-02-23T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:22:57.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Words</title><content type='html'>"I'm sorry I have a quiz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I don't care about your name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, humans, humans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words may seem as if it was a insulting remark made by someone. But not at all, it's just really that character of that person. I like that person up to now and I can say that things around the two of us changed drastically especially when 2011 started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. Only a douche bag would say that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know I don't know all of your names individually but just to let you know, I love you all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I owe you money?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then do you have 20 for a change?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just put received, date today and your signature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you reading this right now, you probably don't understand a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. That's why this post is special. Because only I and a very few number of people know what this actually means. Unspoken words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-1490595904170938025?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1490595904170938025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/unspoken-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/1490595904170938025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/1490595904170938025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/unspoken-words.html' title='Unspoken Words'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-7076744111766321837</id><published>2011-02-02T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T18:41:12.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Stealing' Irony?</title><content type='html'>I actually had no intentions, as usual to blog since first, I'm busy with school and second, I'm sick so you know how when a person is sick and is so not in the mood into making her brains function? Well that should be me but I have to share this with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was our School Fair opening and from Preschool up to 4th Year Highschool, we all gathered from 8 to 9:30 at the Complex. It was really really fun but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we all went up to our rooms (4th Floor), we found something really weird. There were bond papers stick into the walls of the stairs portion and the walls near each of the classroom doors of Sophomores saying: "Please do not leave any of your valuables unattended etc etc". Then commotion started. Almost everyone in a certain room had their valuables stolen. Even my friend. There are actually other reports of loses from other rooms but it wasn't as 'weird' as this certain room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you find it really ironic? When we all went down, there were no papers with those 'valuables don't leave it' stuffs posted on the walls. When we went back up, the papers were posted almost in every corner. Then BAM. A whole room had their stuffs stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who took their belongings is still a mystery right now. But seeing the irony, I ask myself a question. And I bet right now, you're thinking of how ironic the event was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-7076744111766321837?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7076744111766321837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/stealing-irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/7076744111766321837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/7076744111766321837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/stealing-irony.html' title='&apos;Stealing&apos; Irony?'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-8508362399256038999</id><published>2011-01-25T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:23:02.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to JYJ's Music Essay for 2 days straight now and obviously, I haven't got tired listening to it. I mean, who would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a given that fans would know that the songs in Music Essay are somewhat inter-related to HoMin. The lyrics of some songs like Nine, Fallen Leaves, and of course, Untitled Song pt 1 conveys JYJ's feelings towards HoMin. These 3 songs actually touched my heart. It's really heartbreaking to read the lyrics of the song and more heart wrenching listening them sing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this thing that has been running inside my mind for quite awhile now. It's actually a question which I seem to know the answer of but yet not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If each and everyone of them had courage in their hearts to do what JYJ did, would things have been different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess most of us would say YES. Obviously it would be different but yet, there would still be this uncertain question in my mind that can't be foretold in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion also, Yes it would have. Before I express what's currently on my mind, let me just tell you that I'm no HoMin hater nor someone who takes sides between JYJ and HoMin, I'm a Cassie. Though not a Cassie like other Cassies who have been with them for several years, I still am. Anyway, I'm just telling since I don't want to be bashed or something after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did you ever wonder? If Yunho and Changmin decided to be with Junsu, Jaejoong, and Yoochun, things would have been completely different right? I mean I'm not blaming things on HoMin's guts and I don't know what their main reason for staying but if they just had the courage just like JYJ had and came along with them. I believe things would be better of with them as 5. I mean all of us believes that them being 5, as one, is unbeatable. So there, in my opinion, whether if it was SM or another antagonist, what JYJ is experiencing now wouldn't have been experienced if the two decided to come along since them being complete is a very very very strong pillar of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand what HoMin is up to nor SMEnt is. All I know is that SM is trying everything possible to block JYJ to finish what they have started. I just hope this isn't HoMin's goal too since for what I know, in Music Essay, the songs...the lyrics...the feelings...emotions...they are calling the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to know, I'm ignorant to the true reason why the two stayed. Nor do I know what actually happened between the 5 of them before they separated. But deep inside my heart, I'm certain of one thing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always Keep the Faith&lt;/span&gt; would always be in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-8508362399256038999?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8508362399256038999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/courage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8508362399256038999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8508362399256038999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-8225433751108638053</id><published>2010-12-17T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T16:51:07.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advance Christmas Blessings or not?</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I last blogged something. It just happens that I'm really bored today for the reason that it's our Christmas Break already! But I won't focus much first on Christmas itself but this week. Our last week in school before Christmas Break. And our last week in school before another year comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this week was our exam week and trust me, it ain't get easy enough. Well first day exams were actually acceptable and weren't that hard. Even the exams on the 2nd day. Actually, if ever I fail an exam on a certain subject like T.H.E. or CL, I'll willingly accept it because it wasn't my fault. It's because our teachers didn't discuss that much at all. But what actually frustrates me is Trigonometry. I mean come one, since 1st quarter I never liked our teacher at all. Like for this quarter, yes, he discussed but seriously, who the hell gives test questions that we students don't even know how to do so. Not even a single hint before the exam was given. So in short, technically the back part of my test paper is filled with nonsense of answers. And I guess same goes for my other classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of those exams. It makes me feel frustrated all over again. Anyway, yesterday, Thursday, was our last day in school before Christmas break. Many incredible things happened. So I'll skip over the very last exam we had and what happened during the mass and the Christmas program which was by the way, very entertaining especially when the sisters danced. Anyway, so our class had an FGF for this Christmas. For those of you who don't know what FGF is, it's Feel-Good-Friend. It's like you're gonna pick a name and whoever you get, you need to do good to her. Or in short, make her feel good. Honestly, I feel sorry to the one I've picked because I admit, I wasn't the best FGF at all. The only thing good about it is that I did my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shocked me the most was what my FGF gave me. I'm really thankful. Actually, more than thankful. I've received a lot of gifts from my friends and classmates but to the point that my FGF gave me expensive stuffs was truly touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't know if what happened this week gave me advance Christmas Blessings because of the blessings I received or advance Christmas pain because of the exams I'm afraid to see the result. But I'm sure of one thing, Once again, this year, 2010, my Christmas is a very warm and happy one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-8225433751108638053?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8225433751108638053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/advance-christmas-blessings-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8225433751108638053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8225433751108638053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/12/advance-christmas-blessings-or-not.html' title='Advance Christmas Blessings or not?'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-870345764093795647</id><published>2010-11-20T10:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:56:01.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only I Can Turn Back Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TOdEhLC-oTI/AAAAAAAAACs/hzCgLXrDxhI/s1600/13662_198237862717_608232717_3966410_1419385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TOdEhLC-oTI/AAAAAAAAACs/hzCgLXrDxhI/s320/13662_198237862717_608232717_3966410_1419385_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541473203194339634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nostalgic feeling started yesterday as this year's intramural came to an end. It was the last intramural for the `11 Seniors and a group of `10 Seniors came to visit and take part in the last day of our intrams. This group of ex-seniors, they were one of the group of sen10rs who made my life as a freshman truly unforgettable. And then it started, I...Once again...Want to turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being a sophomore is better. We are more flexible as a sophomore. We know more than last year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can do more things than when we were freshmen. Our way of life as students became better. We're more responsible.&lt;/span&gt; These things would probably some statements us sophomores would say as we reach the 2nd year of highschool. But obviously, who can deny this? That we want to become freshmen again with the&lt;br /&gt;Sen10rs as the 4th year students.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TOdFfhPuOsI/AAAAAAAAADE/OXu5-KXo1qU/s1600/DSC04099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TOdFfhPuOsI/AAAAAAAAADE/OXu5-KXo1qU/s320/DSC04099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541474274305260226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really miss them. Them being so powerful during the intrams. Them being so superior. S.T. as our president that when she talks, everyone simply follows. Them making you hyper as if they're some sort of celebrities. I know it's been half a year since they graduated but the feeling of longing is still there. I mean tell me, when something changes and makes your world turn 360 degrees, how can you afford to erase it from you heart? And how can a batch so unique ever be forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I don't know how or what caused me to be like this but one thing I'm sure of is that she, FA, Number 3, A.P.M.J.A., had changed me and the fact that she isn't in our school anymore pains me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-870345764093795647?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/870345764093795647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-only-i-can-turn-back-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/870345764093795647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/870345764093795647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-only-i-can-turn-back-time.html' title='If Only I Can Turn Back Time'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TOdEhLC-oTI/AAAAAAAAACs/hzCgLXrDxhI/s72-c/13662_198237862717_608232717_3966410_1419385_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-3042413442005836797</id><published>2010-11-19T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:06:38.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No To Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>November 19. Hana Kimi's 4th Anniversary. Harry Potter Movie. Many things are happening today. And probably one thing that makes me refuse to sleep is that because today is the last day of our school intramural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1192.snc4/154429_1672689012653_1100246211_31816045_5955106_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 306px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1192.snc4/154429_1672689012653_1100246211_31816045_5955106_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though last year's intrams would probably the best for me, as this day finishes, it's as if I don't wanna sleep anymore. I know goodbyes are sad but I already experienced it last year, I'm afraid that its happening all over again. I had a hard time saying goodbye to the '10 Seniors and now that this year's intrams would be the last of the '11 Seniors, I can't imagine life next school year without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I've seen and heard it all. Truly, this year's Seniors would forever be in our batch's heart. In volleyball, when we Sophomores battled it out with the Juniors, the Seniors helped our fellow batchmates by guiding them on what to do. We even almost won. But I guess it still wasn't our time to win.And even in softball, Seniors were cheering for us. These things, I'm pretty sure that it won't happen next year or the year after that. And that's the sad part of it. Our batch, and I myself miss the Seniors before and having this year's seniors leave our school for college life is the sad part of our reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-3042413442005836797?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3042413442005836797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-to-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/3042413442005836797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/3042413442005836797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-to-goodbyes.html' title='No To Goodbyes'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-2353746188361563267</id><published>2010-10-27T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:15:23.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Fans? I Just Hope So</title><content type='html'>So I guess the recent news is out. SHINee's Jonghyun admitted of having a relationship with Shin Se Kyung for a month now. I admit, at first I was devastated and nearly cried out. But after sometime, whose life is it anyway? It's Jonghyun's not mine that's why I have no right to get mad at him or the girl. It's their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It upsets me though. The fact that a lot of fans don't see the news the way I see it. Now what did they do? They bashed the girl to the point of making her close down her personal site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, almost all of Jonghyun's Korean fansites have closed. Also, hundreds of fans are leaving SHINee's fancafe. For crying out loud, it's like the Se7en and Park Han Byul issue all over again. How fans reacted. No wonder artists don't reveal if they date or not because the only results you usually get is this. Fans boycotting, bashing, and a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as fans, do we really need to do this? Jonghyun is one of the very few idols who were brave enough to reveal having a relationship and for him, do you think it will be easy for him to see his fans getting mad at him? For what? For being happy? Is this what fans want? To make him feel miserable and tied up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True fans support their idols. True fans, don't cause their idol's depression. Now tell me, the things currently happening in the net related to Jjong's revelation of his relationship with Shin Se Kyung, is this the reality Jonghyun wants?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-2353746188361563267?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2353746188361563267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/real-fans-i-just-hope-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/2353746188361563267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/2353746188361563267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/real-fans-i-just-hope-so.html' title='Real Fans? I Just Hope So'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-8713360758049882178</id><published>2010-10-27T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T18:06:46.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Is...</title><content type='html'>Happiness. A lot of us probably experience it. Just like what I did awhile ago in school. Never expected it one bit. I just HAD to write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as usual, I fetch my friends and we go down for lunch and buy at the canteen. As we were passing, we passed by 3 girls who we assume to be the seniors of last school year. They had their backs facing us. My friend teased me saying this in tagalog, "Ui! That may be FA (Code name)". I denied the thought saying that would really be impossible. Besides, she doesn't seem like FA to me at all. So I bought my food and went to the stall in front of where the ex-seniors were sitting. I bought a lemonade and when I faced towards their direction. BAM. My friend's assumption was right. It was FA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been? 8 months? yes. 8 months since I last saw her and the excitement I had in me to see her again. I actually wasn't able to react that fast. I somehow stood there. Dumbfounded. When I regained my guts, I ran towards my friends not minding if the drink I had would spill and told them about it. Luckily, the table next to theirs were our normal hangout place so it wouldn't be that obvious. Talk about luck. I faced her. She looked different. Not like the FA I knew from before who with one look, fierce, tough. This FA. She had a longer hair tied up. Wore shorts and somehow, became a little much more of a girl. But nonetheless, I was the happiest. After that, I guess it didn't stop there. All my other "♥" appeared consistently and I guess you know the feeling when you see your crush. Now multiply that to the number of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually waiting for my other friend to appear since she's the one who somehowgets excited with these things. After awhile, she shows up. Hyper as expected for me. She kept on being loud and noisy enough for us to be stared at by them. haha! Anyway, that pretty much explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, I'll never forget it. If only it wasn't ruined by a book spoiler by my friend or a shocking revelation of an idol confirming to date an actress and fans boycotting him. This day would have been perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-8713360758049882178?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8713360758049882178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/happiness-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8713360758049882178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8713360758049882178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/10/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness Is...'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-3825053283554175544</id><published>2010-08-06T19:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:13:13.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CATS: A Musical I'll Always Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*May contain spoilers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TFv4lNmZMcI/AAAAAAAAACM/K66yjKD6BCk/s1600/600px-CatsMusicalLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TFv4lNmZMcI/AAAAAAAAACM/K66yjKD6BCk/s320/600px-CatsMusicalLogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502264687952736706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TFv3qXVdb8I/AAAAAAAAACE/-6Wacnq0yRE/s1600/26762_381469793126_55200353126_3902878_854153_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night, August 5, 2010, my mom and I had a chance to watch Cats in CCP Tanghalang Nicanor Abelardo, Manila. I had always loved broadway musicals so when I learned that my grandmother won 2 tickets for the show, I couldn't contain my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a cocktail dinner at 6:30 pm so we went there to eat after we have been given a playbill and the tickets by the people who was assigned to give us the tickets. There were lots of people, obviously, who were eating. It was actually pretty much enjoyable except for the fact that you have to share cocktail tables with strangers. Well now going back, we were able to go inside the theater at around 7:30 pm since that was the only time they started to let people in. And entering the theater gave me a really big shock. The stage was really remarkable. I was in awe back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to spoil much about it but really, every song they performed during the whole play was really jaw-dropping. One more thing which made it more awesome was that during the intermission, some cats joined the audience and interacted with them still being the Cat they are. It was really enjoyable. There's also this part when a female cat sings a line from 'Memory' in my native language, Tagalog, which made everyone in the theater clap in amazement. Speaking of the song 'Memory', one more thing that made it more interesting to watch was that Grizabella, the glamour cat, is played by Lea Salonga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TFv7LAgbKkI/AAAAAAAAACU/c7oz7edOX1Q/s1600/26762_381469773126_55200353126_3902874_552204_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TFv7LAgbKkI/AAAAAAAAACU/c7oz7edOX1Q/s320/26762_381469773126_55200353126_3902874_552204_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502267536296323650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have one specific Cat character which really caught my attention ever since the show started. It's no other than, Rum Tum Tugger, the arrogant yet lady-killer cat. He was so awesome. I'm loss for words on how to describe him. The way the actor carried himself as Rum Tum Tugger was really remarkable. I guess the character itself is really good and adding the actor up makes it even greater. Honestly, most of the time, he's the only one I'm looking at. I guess his Cat vibes of attraction gets to human too. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show ended at around 11pm. I actually thought I would be really sleepy once it ends but I guess I stand corrected. I was wide awake. I even had the after-effect of watching it since last night until awhile ago, hyperness. It was really something to remember always and forever. It has and will always be in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-3825053283554175544?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3825053283554175544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/cats-musical-ill-always-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/3825053283554175544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/3825053283554175544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/08/cats-musical-ill-always-remember.html' title='CATS: A Musical I&apos;ll Always Remember'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TFv4lNmZMcI/AAAAAAAAACM/K66yjKD6BCk/s72-c/600px-CatsMusicalLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-235615841309691441</id><published>2010-07-30T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:36:57.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing But A Filecase Fight</title><content type='html'>I've been really busy with school, obviously. I also never expected that I'll be blogging something today. Not until something happened awhile ago in our Chemistry subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our teacher, being his usual self of being someone who makes a class burst out in laughter every meeting was making us read the 12 Principles of Green Chemistry in our book. And to what has happened next? Here's a conversation between me and my friend as I was telling her all about what happened. It contains both Tagalog and Filipino and I got carried away, if you had seen it.  Note that the ones in ** are names which I decided to hide for privacy reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: OMG I have kwento pla about Sir ** =))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: =))))yes?&lt;br /&gt;me: it happened awhile ago =)))))&lt;br /&gt;me: super @-)=))))Nabaliw ako sa kanya =))&lt;br /&gt;me: cuz we were like asked to read the 12 principles of green chem..&lt;br /&gt;friend: =))))))))))))and...?&lt;br /&gt;me: eh ako..i got bored while reading it so prang i got my filecase and saw my 1/2 crosswise for journ *cough =)))))then prang kinausap ko si ** and stuff...eh diba nasa aisle ako?=)))after nun...I continued reading while holding my filecase...habit ko =))))I hug my filecase=)))&lt;br /&gt;me: eh diba may pics dun?=)))))&lt;br /&gt;me: so prang imagine me hugging my filecase...:))&lt;br /&gt;friend: yes....=)))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: =)))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;me: eh nasa aisle ako..bigla na lng..&lt;br /&gt;me: hinawakan ni sir filecase ko and tried to get it from me =))&lt;br /&gt;friend: =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;me: I believe nakita niya yung pics :)) nung mga guys =))&lt;br /&gt;friend: =))))))LOOOOOOOOLLLL&lt;br /&gt;me: and then prang ako...usual reflex ko i hug it tighter and move away diba?=)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;me: so yun =))&lt;br /&gt;me: when he was about to ge tit..i grabbed and held it tighter and hugged my filecase tighter then bent down..away from sir..:))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;me: as in diba on my left was **?&lt;br /&gt;friend: =)))))))))LOOOOOLLL&lt;br /&gt;friend: scary=))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: yes and..?=))&lt;br /&gt;me: so prang ako..i moved away from sir then prang came closer to ** while bending down and hugging my filecase...&lt;br /&gt;me: then prang sabii niya, "Give it to me. I wanna see it"=))&lt;br /&gt;me: super tawang tawa ako nun and i was like "Siiiiirrrrr....Ayoko....." =)) imagine me in my crazy mode =)))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;me: imagine..ang tahimik ko tapos bigla akong naging ganun =))&lt;br /&gt;me: anyways..&lt;br /&gt;friend: shoot=)))&lt;br /&gt;friend: was he laughing or what?=)))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: was he laughing?=))&lt;br /&gt;me: so yun..i was like disagreeing with head movements =))))))TAPOS PRANG HE GOT A GRIP AGAIN AND TRIED taking it away from me =)))))&lt;br /&gt;me: wait =))&lt;br /&gt;me: as in i was holding the one end and he was holding the other =))&lt;br /&gt;me: as in prang agawan tlga=)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;me: and my classmtes were like laughing ata :)) dunno..didnt mind them na =))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;me: as in i only thought of my filecase=))))&lt;br /&gt;me: then ** and ** were like saying "Suju ba yung pics?" suju diba?"=))))&lt;br /&gt;me: and i was like nodding my head while trying to get my fielcase back=)))&lt;br /&gt;me: tapos after awhile...he let go of it and i hugged it and bent down again then after awhile prang ako..."Here na sir oh." then i showed him the side of the filecase with no pics...=))&lt;br /&gt;me: then prang siya, "Ay nako. di kita tititgilan."=))&lt;br /&gt;me: and he was grabbing it =))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;me: if u were there =))))&lt;br /&gt;me: GRABE =))&lt;br /&gt;me: tapos i bent down again and hugged my filecase..=))) and his hands were like:&lt;br /&gt;friend: =))))))))))))))))))))))OMG BENTA!!!!!=))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: i like him na=)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))000&lt;br /&gt;me: he placed his hands on top of my desk and yung hand gesture when you're about to receive something =))&lt;br /&gt;me: and he was like moving his hands ona prang tapping it=))))&lt;br /&gt;me: and then** was like, "Marika..give it to him na..okay lng yan.."=)))Sadly..i got defeated by him because during that time, he really wasnt going to give up=))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;me: and then i dunno what happened...super tawang tawa ako na may tears na ng konti =)) and I hid my face na =)))))&lt;br /&gt;me: then prang I heard my classmates saying stuffs like "SIR! Ano yan!?"&lt;br /&gt;Sir gwapo ba!?&lt;br /&gt;sir may mga lalake?&lt;br /&gt; sir boyfriend ni marika!?=))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt; may boyfriend siya?=)))&lt;br /&gt;friend: =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;me: =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;me: tapos eto pa..&lt;br /&gt;friend: =)))))))))SHHHOOOOTTT=))))WHY COULD I HAVE BEEN THERE=))))))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: i would have been on sirs side=))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;me: someone asked again if gwapo ba yung nasa pic..&lt;br /&gt;friend: **COULDNT&lt;br /&gt;me: and then prang pinakita ni sir and he pointed at someone..eto ba gwapo?=))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: =))))and??&lt;br /&gt;me: shiiz/.=))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))LOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;me: then he gave it back and ended up with everyone wanting to see who was in my filecase=)))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: thats sssooooo funny!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;friend: OMG remember?=)))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: sa GIFT center meeting=))&lt;br /&gt;friend: i was grabbing from u also?=)))))&lt;br /&gt;me: then after chem...i ranted my insights to ** and i was like "Why are you encouraging me to give it to him!?"&lt;br /&gt;me: YES :|&lt;br /&gt;friend: and nainterest din yung mga 4th year?=)))))&lt;br /&gt;me: Anyway....wait=)))&lt;br /&gt;me: not yet xdone =))&lt;br /&gt;friend: thats how benta ur reaction is kasi eh=))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: ok ok go=)))&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL pra daw akong kinakatay=)))&lt;br /&gt;me: and to think im usually quiet =)))&lt;br /&gt;friend: =))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))00&lt;br /&gt;me: anyway....&lt;br /&gt;me: back to the kwento :))&lt;br /&gt;me: so** was like, "kilala mo naman si sir eh. you know he wouldnt stop. At saka..kanina pa kaya yan."&lt;br /&gt;me: and i was like "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;friend: :o&lt;br /&gt;me: and ** told me, " even when we were copying notes he was looking at you na. nagtataka nga ako kung bakit eh then prang nung kinuha mo na yung filecase mo prang he grabbed the chance na to take it away from you"=)))&lt;br /&gt;me: and then i remembered...mostly GUYS yung nasa pics=))&lt;br /&gt;me: =)))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: =)))))))))))))))))))LOOOOOOLLLLROFL=))))&lt;br /&gt;friend: this is soooo funny=)))&lt;br /&gt;friend: he may be annoying but hes soooo benta=)))))&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah..he is..:-&lt;&lt;br /&gt;me: OH AND diba i have a baby pic there..&lt;br /&gt;me: before i got it away from him he was like, "Ikaw toh!?=))&lt;br /&gt;me: and I was like./..dunno how i reacted basta i grabbed my filecase back na =)))))&lt;br /&gt;me: and hid it :))&lt;br /&gt;me: You know....the only thing i could remember well kanina is that i shouted yung usual voice ko when im crazy =)))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you might not get the inside joke here but seriously, it was something I could never forget because my craziness went out in front of my class and teacher when usually, I'm quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-235615841309691441?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/235615841309691441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/nothing-but-filecase-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/235615841309691441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/235615841309691441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/nothing-but-filecase-fight.html' title='Nothing But A Filecase Fight'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-2272528304994244953</id><published>2010-07-07T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:33:55.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurities</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I last blogged isn't it? I guess school has been taking up a lot of time for me considering the tons of homework and other things they're making us students do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna express myself. I'm feeling insecure already. Too insecure enough for me to want to slap myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll start off first with the things that I'm feeling very insecure of. First, I know. I really understand the situation I'm in and I'm just one of those hundred thousands of fans of a particular person but I just can't help but get irritated by a certain batchmate of mine who likes the certain person. Really. I have no problems with batchmates liking the person I like since we are in a free country and we have the gift of freedom but this certain batchmate really irritates me ever since and to know just awhile ago that she also likes someone whom I like too. No, it's different from the other girl I talked about before about the guy and etc. I'm way over that. Anyway, so there. I know this is nothing big but it's really different towards her. Something makes me irritated. First insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of the thing I wanna share is about my friend. Ever since, I have always been proud of myself and happy that I can do something that my other friends aren't that knowledgeable of. You know when you feel as if without you, they won't know about a certain thing and whatsoever? So there. I'm happy because I can somehow be proud of what I'm doing and that they'll always be happy with the things I do but now, I really don't know. I'm kinda, jealous or insecure since this certain friend kinda got what I usually do and honestly, I do not want that at all. Call me selfish because I do think it's what I am right now. I don't know if you understand this feeling I'm feeling but I just can't keep it in my heart and mind forever so I decided to share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to learn even in the slowest possible way how to accept things properly because I also know that the only one getting the low-ends of these things is me since I'm the only one who feels these things and not the other party. It's a one-sided dis-likeness once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-2272528304994244953?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2272528304994244953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/insecurities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/2272528304994244953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/2272528304994244953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/07/insecurities.html' title='Insecurities'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-4627309894519539163</id><published>2010-06-03T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:10:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Accurate</title><content type='html'>So, credits to my friend who gave me the link for this and I was curious so I also took the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are  really hiding your true self. &lt;/span&gt;Your friends love you because you are a  good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be  yourself with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you  are looking for your life partner.&lt;/span&gt; Perhaps you should be more  open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking  for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right  person.&lt;/span&gt; And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might  that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't  interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you  meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Education is very important in life.&lt;/span&gt; You want to study  hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you  can.&lt;/span&gt; The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your  considerable excess energy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at  the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed.&lt;/span&gt; Don't give  up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of  trouble.&lt;/span&gt; You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself.  Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good  advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues.  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a  problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that this test was really accurate. It's really what I am.&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/3779827685416672134-4627309894519539163?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4627309894519539163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-accurate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/4627309894519539163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/4627309894519539163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-accurate.html' title='How Accurate'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-8091384274511427033</id><published>2010-05-30T12:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:15:36.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selina Ren Jia Xuan, Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TAHzWYuA5tI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6vaTXQVm298/s1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TAHzWYuA5tI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6vaTXQVm298/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476926187777353426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Marika/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, last night, S.H.E. held their 3rd World Tour Concert in Taipei. There were also rumors of several artists, e,g. Joe Cheng, Jerry Yan, and others who were rumored to attend. As for me, being a sold CE fan, of course I wanted Chun to attend and him only but with him in Shanghai, the possibility is very very low. But enough of that, I know Chun wanted to see his Baobei badly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that something big was going to happen during the concert. I didn't know if something good or bad was going to happy but out of all the nights they had a concert on, last night was the night that made me feel very very excited yet very nervous. And I guess my hunch was right. Something did happen during the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, opening my computer and visiting CEFC. And there I saw it, a big difference from their previous concerts. A very special night indeed with many shocking moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shocked me was not the fact that Jerry or other artists who were "rumored to come didn't come but the fact that a proposal or a love confession to the public was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Selina Ren's lawyer boyfriend named Richard confessed his love for Selina towards the public. I'm really happy for them. I admire him for his bravery in facing all the crowd in the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TAHzg6QnPNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xzEt3tp7GzE/s1600/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TAHzg6QnPNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xzEt3tp7GzE/s320/Picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476926368579534034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as how Hebe and Ella feels for Selina, I'm glad for what happened. Though I admit, this was supposed to be my dream proposal for CE/ Chun proposing and confessing his love for Ella in front of a lot of audience, during a concert. But I guess CE's time hasn't come yet and I just need to continue and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what Richard said to Ella in the midst of his love confession speech, "Jia Hua, Jia You!" I believe that there's an underlying message towards it. And I believe that Ella got what his message meant because of the things she might be facing right now behind the camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-8091384274511427033?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8091384274511427033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/selina-ren-jia-xuan-congratulations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8091384274511427033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8091384274511427033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/selina-ren-jia-xuan-congratulations.html' title='Selina Ren Jia Xuan, Congratulations!'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/TAHzWYuA5tI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6vaTXQVm298/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-3744114991173407136</id><published>2010-05-18T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:29:54.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rising Gods of the East</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S_KJBt-_HUI/AAAAAAAAABc/ONgPOqH1lQk/s1600/800px-Dream_concert_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S_KJBt-_HUI/AAAAAAAAABc/ONgPOqH1lQk/s320/800px-Dream_concert_08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472587159825227074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rising Gods of the East. TVXQ. I suddenly miss them. I suddenly miss the five guys who would make the whole stadium go wild with their performances. I suddenly miss everything about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell myself to always keep the faith for these guys. They deserve a whole lot better than what they're experiencing right now. We all deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I may not be a fan who have known them for a long time but I'm still waiting for the time they'll come back again. I won't make my blog that long this time since I have a lot of things to do. I just want to let this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for the time when we'll see an ocean of red balloons and light sticks fill a stadium with the five of them performing again. Really can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassies will dominate again and so as TVXQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-3744114991173407136?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3744114991173407136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/rising-gods-of-east.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/3744114991173407136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/3744114991173407136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/rising-gods-of-east.html' title='The Rising Gods of the East'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S_KJBt-_HUI/AAAAAAAAABc/ONgPOqH1lQk/s72-c/800px-Dream_concert_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-8106330178938736989</id><published>2010-05-17T16:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:45:54.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down With Love Episode 15 Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S_D999msW8I/AAAAAAAAABU/biRpVo9j-l4/s1600/20310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S_D999msW8I/AAAAAAAAABU/biRpVo9j-l4/s320/20310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472152788205853634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Episode 15 awhile ago and by far, it surpassed my supposed to be favorite episode which was Episode 8 and 14. The episode itself was too good for me to handle already. It really surpassed my expectations. I mean, the sweetness overload in it. Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll talk about my opinions for my favorite parts.  Firstly, when Yu Ping and the others were having a meeting and his colleagues were lecturing Zhi Hao how to woo Yang Duo with the use of pretending to be sick and cutely, Yu Ping did it too. I can't stop my giggly feeling watching him try everything just to be with his Yang Guo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the part when Yu Ping and Yang Guo were talking outside her house about Yang Guo pretending to be a couple with Ke Zhong. The whole scene was hilariously cute. The way Yu Ping tried to explain to Yang Guo the limits of pretending to date with Ke Zhong and what not to do with a fake boyfriend through telling Yang Guo about the different ratings of movies eg. PG, PG-13, and Restricted. And the cuteness didn't even stop there because of Yang Guo's "innocence" when Yu Ping sneakily made examples when he was explaining. Like he'll hold YG's hands and tell her not to do something like this with a fake boyfriend. Or when he hugs Yang Guo and tells her not do so as well. And the cutest part, when he kissed her and told her not to do kisses with Ke Zhong. I thought it was all but when Yang Guo kissed Yu Ping back. I was like, "It should have been way way longer. I want a longer kiss!" These two, they're so cute with each other. Well okay, that's a given fact for PingGuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here comes the scene of Ke Zhong and Yang Guo pretending to date in front of Qi Ma Ma. Who would have thought that Yu Ping would have the guts to be a stalker. So hilarious! The part which cracked me up the most is when Yang Guo and Ke Zhong held hands because of Qi Ma Ma and Yu Ping suddenly texted: "Hey! I told you, no holding hands!" So much for an overly protective boyfriend. And what made me more giggly is when Ke Zhong wanted to spice up Yu Ping and made him jealous enough for Yu Ping to show himself up to protect Yang Guo from a playful kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most favorite scene from this episode, the overly cute kiss! The episode was filled with so much kiss scenes in it and I'm happy because of that. I can't find the exact words to describe the kiss scene. It was magnificent. And very very long too. I love how Yu Ping kept Yang Guo from talking when he suddenly kissed her. What a sweet kiss indeed. And I thought it was done already since Yu Ping talked but gawd, kill me now. Another kiss followed up, then another talking, and another kiss and another one! Wow! If watching kiss scenes can kill, I would have been dead right now. I feel so happy for PingGuo. They deserve to have a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as you may have noticed, I just talked about PingGuo scenes. But wait! Those aren't the only ones that made me like Episode 15 very much. Zhi Hao and Yan Duo scenes are the cutest too. The other scenes are really worth watching too. You can never find such an episode that is full with sweetness. That's why I said, each and every second of Episode really is worth watching. Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-8106330178938736989?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8106330178938736989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/down-with-love-episode-15-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8106330178938736989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8106330178938736989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/down-with-love-episode-15-review.html' title='Down With Love Episode 15 Review'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S_D999msW8I/AAAAAAAAABU/biRpVo9j-l4/s72-c/20310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-5375669912508731092</id><published>2010-05-14T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T19:58:49.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover May 13-14, 2010</title><content type='html'>I'm really happy that me and my friends were able to accomplish our 2nd sleepover before summer ends this year. Our first sleepover was last year, in my house. This time, we held our sleepover at my friends house. So, I guess we can just hide my friends' name as J and B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though incomplete since our other friend wasn't able to come, I'm still happy because we enjoyed so much. I'd be enumerating what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So May 13, 2010, I was supposed to fetch J and B in B's house after lunch since we had no driver before lunch. But somehow, plans changed and instead of J coming over at B's house, she came over at mine. So after lunch, we fetched B already. Then J told the directions to her house and finally, we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing J's parents and older sister isn't there yet meaning it wouldn't be too awkward and we could make some noise for the mean time. And since it was the first time we went to her house, J toured us around. It was actually a very petite house but a very beautiful one indeed. J's room was really cozy. I actually like it very much. So we opened our laptops, swimming into boredom with no internet as of the moment. After some minutes, we decided to go down and play badminton. So there, I volunteered myself to compete with J. The game was about to start until J suddenly served the shuttlecock with me surprised by it resulting of me hitting the shuttlecock in to the wrong direction which is on the roof. And unluckily, it was our one and only shuttlecock. What we did? We kept on jumping trying to get it out of the roof and since we three were the only ones there because their household maid went to buy something, we needed to do things by ourselves. Thankfully, we were able to get it. So we played and played. Then decided to play badminton. While J was getting something, me and B decided to play the sport which we weren't that good at, volleyball. We know how to play it, it's just that we're not experts. What happened? When B hit the ball, it landed on the house across J's house' backyard. Talk about the clumsiness of J's friends, that's me and B. Haha! We were able to get the ball afterwards after some embarrassing moments towards the neighbors. We didn't play it afterwards, mind you. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, did I mention that J's dog was so cute? And how contrasting because in the house next to J's house, there were cats. So yeah. Anyway, off with that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate our dinner then re-freshened ourselves to get ready into watching some movie namely, Sweeney Todd. Oh yes, we wanna watch it. Haha! Me and J actually saw excerpts from the movie before but not the full one while B have watched it for a couple of times already. Gotta love Johnny Depp's character. The movie was really great except for the gross parts in which I and J cover our eyes while B acts as our go signal to tell us if the bloody scenes are done already. It was about 12 am already when we finished the movie. We were actually pretty tired then so we just played some music c/o B's phone then I don't know what happened but I just slept. It was about 2 am in the morning when I woke up, hearing some music playing near me. It turned out to be that B's phone was still playing songs while B was already asleep. I tried to ignore the music at first but then it was too upbeat that I ad to turn it off already since I really wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 8 am when I woke up already. It was a bit of an awkward moment since I was the only one awake and then the door opened with J's mom peeping, I was looking at her, she was looking at me, but my throat was too dry to talk and I didn't know what to do, so yeah. Awkward. Haha! After awhile, B woke up and I told her to come and leave J who was still sleeping. But when J suddenly moved, both of us went back down the bed and pretended to sleep only ending up with hysterical laughs on our own craziness. About 8:30 am when we decided to go down and eat. After eating, I was nagging J and B to start getting ready and take a bath but to no avail, they still didn't want to. So what we did? We just watched Valentines day which was really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I didn't narrate all the things that happened, just a summary. I'm too tired to narrate all of it. But you get the main point, it was FUN. \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-5375669912508731092?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5375669912508731092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/sleepover-may-13-14-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/5375669912508731092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/5375669912508731092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/sleepover-may-13-14-2010.html' title='Sleepover May 13-14, 2010'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-8991545946735589792</id><published>2010-05-11T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:56:51.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Meng Niu CE CF</title><content type='html'>Finally! The long wait is over. CE Angels' prayers were answered already. Hoping for the BTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSOc8vP1uO8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSOc8vP1uO8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits: kimuchi08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-8991545946735589792?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8991545946735589792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/2010-meng-niu-ce-cf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8991545946735589792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8991545946735589792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/2010-meng-niu-ce-cf.html' title='2010 Meng Niu CE CF'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-1893815460926772808</id><published>2010-05-04T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:59:48.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I'm Crazy</title><content type='html'>Yes, I really do think I am. My blog this time is a bit more personal but I really need to let this out or else I'd probably die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on cursing my headache awhile ago because it was so painful but because of a certain matter that happened to me awhile, it's all gone now. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when I thought I'd finally gotten over you, here you go again coming back to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That line would probably, claimed by me and maybe my friends, be my most used line ever since. Yes, I always say that. And I happened to say that again awhile ago. I think I'm really complicated when it comes to these things.  You know the feeling when you're rejoicing because you're finally moving on and then BAM! Something happens and the past hunts you down again? Yes, I'm literally experiencing that, once again. And with the exact same person too whom I least expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge, no wait, I was able to move on already with "other" people. About 4 of them I think. Yes, I was able to extinguish them into my life right now meaning I'm over them already. And not like I hate them or anything, but over. I do hope you get what I mean. And one of those 4 people, I actually thought that that certain person would be the one who would go back into those "specials" in my heart since that person was the one who made a big impact in my life but I guess I stand corrected. That person still, as of now, hasn't come back to me. And that's a good thing for me since I'm trying to clear up those people so that I won't have any distractions for the upcoming school year. But what surprised me is, what I have said awhile ago, someone from those 4 people "came" back into me just tonight. And I never expected things to turn that way. I really didn't expect it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it was techincally my fault too. You see, I had a massive headache that you seriously wanted to curse through and through awhile ago and I couldn't do much in front of the computer so I skim sites and suddenly though of checking those "pages" that I tried hard not to go into for the reason that I wanted to get over from those stalking business I did before. But who could blame me? I was bored and my mind wasn't steady then because of the headache. So there, checked it and there goes my plan of getting over that person AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, again. That's why I think it really is Deja Vu since the same thing happened to me last summer with the same person too. So in one way or another, that person comes back into my life once I had gotten over that person. Weird, isn't it? Same scenario? Same person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make such a big deal out of this but the feeling. I don't know if you get what I'm feeling right now. I'm happy, excited, sad, irritated,giggly, all these feelings, I'm experiencing it right now. You see how I am so crazily confused already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm back into my crazy mode again. Crazy here, crazy that. Yes, I really do think I'm crazy because of what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-1893815460926772808?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1893815460926772808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-im-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/1893815460926772808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/1893815460926772808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-im-crazy.html' title='I Think I&apos;m Crazy'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-1510368868240416464</id><published>2010-05-01T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T14:26:43.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog-Cat Chasing</title><content type='html'>This day is too memorable that I can't forget blogging it here. What really happened? Well, see the title of today's blog? Yes, a dog.  I dog-sitted my friend's dog named Duchess. Actually, I'm still dog-sitting her up to tomorrow but I better post this right now so that the memories are still fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about 6:30 am awhile ago, I woke up hearing a familiar song playing. Then I realized that it was my phone. I was still confused that time since I just woke up but later on realized that someone was calling me that early. I looked at my phone and I saw my friend calling me. I was wondering why the heck she'd call me at this time of the day but nevertheless, I answered it. I was in the hospital then if you're curious since I slept there with my "sick" sister. Anyway, so I answered the phone and my friend and I chatted for a bit. Then after awhile, she asked me if she could drop of Duchess, her dog, to our house and let me take care of it for the whole day until the next day. And that favor made me happy. How much I wished to be with her Dachshund since Duchess is so cute. I asked my mom if I can and thankfully, she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 9:30 am when I finally got home and saw Duchess with our household helper. She was tied on one of the posts there with her leash on. I was so excited. Then after awhile, I saw my cats coming. Yes, cats with the s. Since it was normal for my cats to come near me everytime they hear my voice, it wasn't surprising for them to be coming near me today. But that wasn't it, Duchess hated cats. So she was like barking over at my cats. After that, I walked Duchess around our house first so that she can get used to it. I didn't take of her leash first because I was afraid she might do something not that good but later on took it off so that she could enjoy running around freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I noticed about her was that she liked to sit down or lie down by the door/gate that leads to the outer part of our house where the cats where. And it hinted me that maybe she really wanted to chase the cats. But I neglected that hint after awhile since she was very behaved. So about 30 mins ago, I was supposed to go inside the inner part of our house where Duchess was in. But here goes the catch, she was waiting on the other side of the door and if no one holds her, she'd go out towards the outer part of our house. And unluckily, all of my cats were also standing on the outer side of the door. So thankfully, our driver and household helper was there, I asked our driver to stand by if ever Duchess would go AWOL while I asked our household helper to hold Duchess for awhile so that I can go inside. And then it happened, at the sight of those cats in front of her, Duchess wiggled herself out of our household helper's hands and went out. So there goes the cats' nightmare. The cats then ran away from her, trying to get a good place to hide. And for 5 mins, our house became very noisy. Duchess barking loudly and running around, my cats bumping into things in order to hide, me shouting and laughing trying to chase Duchess. Wow, really memorable. My first time doing a dog chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are still a lot of events that would happen while my friend's dog is here. Having Duchess around is really fun, at least I won't get too bored though I just hope we won't have another Dog-Cat chasing. It's pretty tiring if you ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-1510368868240416464?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1510368868240416464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/dog-cat-chasing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/1510368868240416464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/1510368868240416464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/05/dog-cat-chasing.html' title='Dog-Cat Chasing'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-2140781854154925953</id><published>2010-04-25T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:05:43.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inescapable</title><content type='html'>Been a while since I last blogged something. Anyway, just wanna share the new Fanfic trailer I made for 'Inescapable' with the use of my new program. haha! Really hard using it so forgive me if the trailer isn't that good. I made it for about 12 hours and 30 minutes excluding the numbers of times I kept on repeating the rendering of the video because of my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gc7-FSjJVSk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gc7-FSjJVSk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span&gt;-No Copyright Infringement Intended-&lt;br /&gt;I do not own anything  at all except for the storyline, time and effort used in making the  trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to like and comment :D You know it makes me  happier and more inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fan-made trailer for the upcoming  fanfic of HowsurLife Production entitled Inescapable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanfic  Title: Inescapable&lt;br /&gt;Author: HowsurLife&lt;br /&gt;Fanfic Link: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/Inescapable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters:&lt;br /&gt;Wu  Chun&lt;br /&gt;Ella Chen&lt;br /&gt;Jiro Wang&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Xiao Bin (as Mason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything  is planned, as most people say. Destiny and fate, these are two  different words that almost mean the same. Destiny, something that is to  happen or has happened to a particular person or a thing. Fate,  something that unavoidably befalls a person. Just like this story of two  lovers, they were fated to meet. But after a while, fate lets them be  separated from each other. A few more years, fate lets them meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is  this the whole cycle of what we call fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this going to be  the never ending story of these two lovers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet, separate, meet,  and separate again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wont they be able to find their true  happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they just let fate ruin their lives? Well, yes  its true. Sometimes, fate who you think is the most splendid thing to  have a happy ending for two lovers, youre wrong. Sometimes, its even the  one that makes you suffer the consequences that it made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  what could fate possibly bring these two? Suffering, Happiness, you  never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess you just need to wait and see what  happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To read the full forewords, please visit the fanfic  link given above. The forewords was a bit long and I find it tidier to  just post a part of the forewords. So yeah, do check it out.&lt;br /&gt;*The  fanfic won't be update sooner or later now, I guess since there's still  another fanfic that needs to be finished. But I guess if the demands for  this fanfic is high enough, then maybe we can adjust the original plan  and update this fanfic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-2140781854154925953?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2140781854154925953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/inescapable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/2140781854154925953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/2140781854154925953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/inescapable.html' title='Inescapable'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-6851566981279596505</id><published>2010-04-21T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:24:16.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous Yet So Proud Of Them</title><content type='html'>Yes, as what the title of the blog says. I'm jealous yet so proud and very happy for two people. Who are these two people? Well, they're my CE-mates and I'm so proud of them. You see, they went to the events where Ella was in Singapore so they saw her up close especially in the autograph event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so blessed to have held, talked, made eye contact, be recognized and lots more by Ella. Just reading their blog about their 4 Days encounter with her makes me feel so happy for them even though I wished that I was also there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of them, by just reading their 'adventures', you can really prove how kind and sincere Ella is to her fans. And somehow realize that some fans are really like their idols, whether in a good way or in a bad way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-6851566981279596505?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6851566981279596505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/jealous-yet-so-proud-of-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/6851566981279596505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/6851566981279596505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/jealous-yet-so-proud-of-them.html' title='Jealous Yet So Proud Of Them'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-2784657247319180034</id><published>2010-04-18T16:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:34:38.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once In A LifeTime Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S8rGCTflunI/AAAAAAAAAAs/66KNxs_mN7U/s1600/17e19110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S8rGCTflunI/AAAAAAAAAAs/66KNxs_mN7U/s320/17e19110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461395241034955378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be interested in writing today. Probably because of the recent findings I found out. At first, I was suppose to write about the 'other girl' and say my opinions why I don't like her, but I guess that can wait since I'd like it better if I'll write about something I love.&lt;br /&gt;So as most of you know, Ella had their concert in Singapore last night, April 17, 2010. And as always, I wasn't able to watch the concert. But thanks to those friends who went, I was able to know what happened during the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can say that the concert last night was one of the nicest so far; With the crowds cheering, lights giving brightness to the stage, the songs, the voices, the dances, the three girls, and most of all with Ella around, it was perfect. I also liked this concert batch since Ella got rid of her wig and displayed her natural red hair which really looks beautiful on her. Well, she has always been beautiful no matter what anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I read some stories of people who attended the concert, and reading those made me realize how lucky I am to find an angel indeed. An angel who I can look up to as a role model. And that is Ella Chen Jia Hua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I met Ella late 2007, I can really say that a lot of things changed for the better after that. She even took me out of sadness from personal reasons. I don't know how she did it at all but she changed me. You may say that I'm crazy but I beg to disagree because she really did change me even though I'm miles away from her. It was probably because of her charisma, talent, and attitude that made me like this.&lt;br /&gt;You see, there are only a few artists who are like her and it is really rare to see such an artist these days. She never had the 'airs' of being an artist. She never bragged about her popularity status. She had always been staying to the ground no matter how much praises she got. She never forgets to greet her fans. She never forgets to accept fan letters and gifts from fans. She has always been grateful for all the things she receives whether it's small or big.  She had always accepted all the love from people but never forgets to give the love back to them. She had always considered the feelings of other people before she takes a step to do something. She had also marked a deep impression on other people which made them love her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, these aren't the only things about her which made me love her. There are tons actually, too many in fact it would take about 10 pages or more if I write all the detailed facts about her which made me, and other people love her. And no, I'm not joking when I said 10 pages or more because ever since her debut in 2001, she had done so much sacrifices and gave so much love to other people that only a few people, or celebrities if I may be more specific, can actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S8rQdY8uOrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-VO4iGRXbwA/s1600/706a9910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S8rQdY8uOrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-VO4iGRXbwA/s320/706a9910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461406701472070322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, because of her kindness, pain and sadness can't be avoided by her too. And that's what hurts me the most. When she gives happiness to other people but receives nothing but pain back. It really hurts me. People would think that just because she's a bubbly girl, she wouldn't get hurt of criticisms thrown at her. She's still a human after all. She may regard herself as a little sun who gives sunshine to others but as what she had said, she's just a little sun and can't give happiness all the time. I still don't get why other people can't see her the way the people who love her sees her. And I don't know if it's just pure jealousy but some people would ignore her and take credit for something Ella had done. I don't know if that person really is just jealous but if that person is jealous of her then why wouldn't that person change for the better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though there are people who continues to dislike her, I'm still contented for her. Because I know that there are more people who loves and cherish her so much compared to the ones who dislike her. People would say she's ugly when in fact she's a very beautiful woman inside and out. People would say she's nothing but a little boy when in fact her feminine side has always been there only that those people weren't able to see it. And other people would say that she's good for nothing when in fact she has always been angel to a lot of people.It is really a rare chance to see and encounter an angel like Ella, a really rare chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S8rRF72CiPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dJyVZ-yX2IQ/s1600/sheropre56.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S8rR2TkfphI/AAAAAAAAABE/FfkVse2JM2A/s1600/sheropre56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S8rR2TkfphI/AAAAAAAAABE/FfkVse2JM2A/s320/sheropre56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461408229036631570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My love for her may not be expressed in terms of money by attending concerts and flying oceans just to see her, or may not be expressed by buying her gifts like how other fans are doing. But one thing is for sure, my love for her can never be replaced by any other idol anymore now that I have met her. I mean, why would I let go of something so priceless? And besides, you can only encounter an angel probably once in a lifetime.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S8rRF72CiPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dJyVZ-yX2IQ/s1600/sheropre56.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S8rRF72CiPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dJyVZ-yX2IQ/s1600/sheropre56.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-2784657247319180034?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2784657247319180034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/once-in-lifetime-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/2784657247319180034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/2784657247319180034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/once-in-lifetime-angel.html' title='Once In A LifeTime Angel'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S8rGCTflunI/AAAAAAAAAAs/66KNxs_mN7U/s72-c/17e19110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-8327500612710063358</id><published>2010-04-14T08:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:55:35.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Keep The Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;lways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;isten closely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;re  still here just like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;esterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;upporting  you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;eep in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ntirely  and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ternally you are our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;hrough  this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ard time we will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;nsure  you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;aith that we have will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;lways  be here because we have an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nextricable connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;hat  we built together so stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;opeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always keep the faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TVXQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We will Always believe in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken From:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jeeelim5.livejournal.com/36922.html#cutid1"&gt;http://jeeelim5.livejournal.com/36922.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-8327500612710063358?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8327500612710063358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/always-keep-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8327500612710063358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8327500612710063358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/always-keep-faith.html' title='Always Keep The Faith'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-4955891770034003745</id><published>2010-04-12T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:18:18.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Hold Of My Own Copy Already</title><content type='html'>Wee~I'm so happy. I finally got hold of my own copy of SHERO. Though I liked the white version's pictures more, I preferred to pre-order the black one since it contains a collection of 2008-2009 MVs and I like it better than the FM S.H.E. Concert Version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished listening to all the songs and wow, by far, I'm really in love with the album already. I also got 2 Top Girl Folders. Yay! Baobei is so gorgeous in the mini photobook of the album. Though it wasn't the sexy Baobei in the wool outfit, I still like it and I'm very thankful that I was blessed to be given such an album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-4955891770034003745?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4955891770034003745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-hold-of-my-own-copy-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/4955891770034003745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/4955891770034003745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-hold-of-my-own-copy-already.html' title='Got Hold Of My Own Copy Already'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-6324996824490350734</id><published>2010-04-11T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:21:38.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super (Junior) Coincidence</title><content type='html'>Oh. My. Gosh. I couldn't believe what just happened awhile ago. Seriously unbelievable. Why? Well, you all know that Super Junior had a concert in Araneta Coliseum yesterday, April 10 here in the Philippines right? And that they stayed in EDSA Shangrila Hotel for their stay here right? And of course, that they were locked inside their rooms for the rest of their stay. Unlucky them. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I actually had no intentions of stalking them everywhere they go and of course, I didn't go to their concert. But what actually amused me is that I saw them all awhile ago. No, as I have said, I had no intentions of stalking them at all. It's just that, I guess luck is on my side right now. How did it happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well my mom asked me if I want to visit our relatives who were currently checked in EDSA Shang Hotel, and wanting to socialize, of course I said yes. And I never remembered that the Suju members were also staying there. So yeah, I went there and remembered that the boys were there. I was actually disappointed somehow because I'm in the hotel but haven't seem them at all yet. So after awhile, I went up to the room where our relatives were checked in. Then as I was watching Suju clips in Youtube, suddenly my Aunt asked me if I want to see Suju since their driver told her that they were downstairs. And I panicked and went down without even bringing my camera. Stupid me. So I went down and saw a couple of people waiting also for them. It was actually kinda awkward for me since I was all alone with no one to talk to so I kept on texting my friedns to reply to my messages. (And that's why I have no load already. haha!) After some wait, the elevator opened. And gosh! Haha! I think I nearly fainted awhile ago. The boys went out and how weird that no one even squealed, (Of course no one would dare to since the security scolded us not to do so.) Such an amazing experience. They're so close to where I was standing. Ah! I think I'm gonna faint. So yeah, it wasn't something extravagant, but I'll forever remember this day since luck was chasing after me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Though I had an embarrassing moment after seeing them. In the elevator, I was texting my friend when I accidentally clicked the 'play' button on my cellphone causing my phone to play Still(As Ever) of ANJell since I was listening to it for some purposes yesterday. Then everyone in the elevator (we were quite many) looked at me. The embarrassment. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-6324996824490350734?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6324996824490350734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/super-junior-coincidence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/6324996824490350734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/6324996824490350734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/super-junior-coincidence.html' title='Super (Junior) Coincidence'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-4523788235213835277</id><published>2010-04-09T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:56:41.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Isn't Funny At All</title><content type='html'>What isn't funny? The fact that someone by the name Drama Fever reported all the back-up videos for Down With Love in my 'secret channel' that I created specially for Down With Love's Channel in Viikii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I understand that maybe uploading those videos in Youtube are really not allowed but heck. First of all, how the hell did that Drama Fever find my channel or videos when in fact the Down With Love Episodes that I upload in that secret channel are in ignorant names like far from the real title that is supposed to be placed. Second, I or the other mods in Viikii Channel don't promote or shout to the world the channel that we are using for the back-ups. Third, that Drama Fever, whoever that is, reported that the DWL videos matched a third party content and has reported my videos in behalf of MBC. The question is, MBC? That's a Korean Channel if I know correctly. And I don't see any reason for MBC to report the videos. And no one was even watching those videos since we don't intend to publicize those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I intend my DWL videos to be watched by many in Youtube, I can let go of those reports from that DramaFever, but I didn't and have no intentions to! That is the thing that pisses me off the most. And now, who suffers from the deletion of those back-ups? Not me but all those people who watch in DWL's channel in Viikii. Why? Because from Episode 1-9, all the episodes were deleted and the links in Viikii are all broken. And why again? Because the original source of those videos where we get our back-ups from also deleted her DWL episodes. And I don't know the exact reason for her in deleting those videos but after seeing how my hidden videos got deleted/reported, I think that DramaFever also reported her(The original source). So now, even the back-ups for Episodes 1-5 are broken, and Episode 6-9 are also broken. Gawd, who knows how many viewers will suffer in Viikii because of those who reported the DWL Videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what's the hidden agenda of that DramaFever in reporting the YT videos since MBC has no connections at all with DWL but all I know is that karma comes really fast and it isn't funny at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-4523788235213835277?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4523788235213835277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-isnt-funny-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/4523788235213835277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/4523788235213835277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-isnt-funny-at-all.html' title='It Isn&apos;t Funny At All'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-5419818711119041872</id><published>2010-04-06T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:39:44.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Vibes</title><content type='html'>Okay, I think I'm making my blog as my twitter but anyways. Gosh! I'm so irritated! Just an hour ago, I was supposed to start watching Down With Love's Episode 9 since I had loaded each part already. Then the moment I started playing Part 1, Blackout. Nothing but darkness. Turned out to be that we had a brown out. Gosh! I keep screaming like a mad-hatter awhile ago. You know the feeling when you're loading something then after 99% it gets an error? That's how I felt awhile ago. I thing Bad Vibes are coming to me today. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-5419818711119041872?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5419818711119041872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-vibes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/5419818711119041872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/5419818711119041872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-vibes.html' title='Bad Vibes'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-5102731623633273466</id><published>2010-04-05T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:29:02.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Hey there. As you can see, I'm finally back from my HK trip! Yay! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought that this trip would be pretty boring since it's already my 3rd time going to HongKong and there'll be no Disneyland anymore. But I stand corrected, it was actually very memorable from the airport in Manila up to our flight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as much as possible, I'll try to narrate what actually happened during our stay in HongKong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was April 2 in the morning, about 5 am when we arrived in the airport. I was so sleepy back then but excited nonetheless. So after checking-in and doing some immigrations stuffs, there we were waiting for the plane to arrive. So we did stuffs to overcome boredom such as playing psp, using the wifi in the airport and other stuffs like that. But of course, I shouldn't forget telling you about two things that happened during our wait for the plane. So the first one is, a Filipina woman. My family and I were talking with each other back then as we were seated on the benches in the airport when a woman suddenly sat beside my brother. But that wasn't the freaky part. As we were talking, I noticed that she kept looking at us. At first I thought she was just looking at us because she wants to but not until i realized that she was actually listening to our conversation(eg. When my brother talks, she'll look at him). Way freaky isn't it? But that's not the end of it, when we laugh about something funny, she'll laugh or smile too. I really found it very very awkward especially when she actually butt into our conversation. I was actually shocked about that because I for one wouldn't be able to do such thing. So that's it, a really freaky woman. And when her American boyfriend came and placed his hand on her shoulders, she actually kissed his hand continuously with the sounds while talking to us. Gawd! The awkwardness I faced that time. So another memorbale thing during our wait for our flight to HK which is by the way PR300, I actually saw this guy, a teenager to be specific who really looked handsome and looked like the guy I saw with my friends when we went to EK during my birthday. I actually wanted to stalk him but wasn't able to since there was no time for the boarding gates were open already. So there, lost my chance to see him. And so I was bored sitting in the place (I sat on the seat beside the right aisle). And then after awhile, as the other passengers were moving in the plane, I actually saw him with his family again. And was literally shocked when they sat on the fours seats in the middle, beside my seat. And I was just one person away from him. Haha! Such a nice luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's it for the airplane stories. Now we're off to HongKong. It was really cold in HK during our stay, like 16 Degrees Celsius or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, the moment were finished resting in our hotel room after our flight, my mom together with my siblings went to the Space Museum for the Omnimax show. It was really entertaining since we were inside a dome and the screen was actually the whole roof on top of us. So basically, that's our main agenda for that day since after that, we went to rest then ate dinner. After some rest again, my mom and I decided to go to MongKok. We rode the MTR which was really fun. I actually love riding the MTR for no reason. Haha! So after that, we got back to our hotel around 10 pm or so then I slept at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for the 2nd day which was a Saturday, we went to ride the Star Ferry in Kowloon to be able to go to HongKong Island since my family wanted to take the ferry instead of the MTR to get to the Peak Tram. So after we rode the Star Ferry, we got in a bus to get to our destination, the Peak Tram. It was actually my first time to ride the Peak Tram and I find it really really enjoyable. The moment we were inside the tram and it started going up made me feel excited. And though the main purpose of the Peak Tram was to see the scenic view of HongKong from the top, we weren't able to see such view because of the very thick fog. I was actually quite disappointed but not really since after we got off the tram, wow. It was really cold. You can see the thick fog coming from the outside and the very cold wind coming across your face. And when I said really cold awhile ago, I really mean it. I mean when we went outside The Peak Tower, we saw nothing at all, only fog. Like when you go away from your companions, you won't be able to see him/her at a particular distance because of the fog. But nevertheless, I enjoyed it.  So we didn't use the fairy in going back to our hotel but the MTR since it was easier. Oh yeah, this was also the day when I was able to buy a pair of boots! It was really pretty that I can't resist to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd day was more or less shopping except for the fact that we woke up for the 8 o'clock mass fr Easter Sunday. After the mass, we took the MTR from Tsim Sha Tsui to TungChung. There was actually one or two things that happened but I don't dare to share it since it is sorta not right if I share it to the public. Anyway, so we went to TungChung for the CityGates Mall or something like that to see the shop outlets there. And after shopping, we went back to our hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui using the MTR again. We actually passed under the underwater tunnel. How did they actually make that underwater tunnel? Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, we actually did nothing. Just woke up at 6am and got ourseleves ready to be picked up by our transportation to be able to go to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that was actually some parts of my adventures in HongKong. And though I got tortured since there was no free internet in the hotel we stayed in, I actually miss HongKong right now. Firstly, I miss riding the MTR to get to a place where you want to go. Second, I miss shopping by the streets and bazaars in HongKong. Third, I miss the food we eat in HongKong. Fourth, I miss the cold temperature in HongKong since in the temperature in the Philippines is double the temperature in HongKong. I guess, to make it short, I miss everything about HongKong. But though I miss it, all I can say is that I'm happy to be given a chance to visit HongKong and be able to come back to my homeland, the Philippines. Nothing is indeed better than to be in your own home sweet home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-5102731623633273466?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5102731623633273466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/5102731623633273466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/5102731623633273466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-9116527127265913403</id><published>2010-04-02T04:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T04:14:25.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Off</title><content type='html'>A couple more minutes and I need to go already. I'd miss writing stuffs down here. Haha! 4 days is really long. Okay ranting again. But yeah, it is for someone like me. Woke up at around 3am today and I'm so sleepy up to know. And later I need to wait in the airport for hours before we get to HK. Anyways, Bye! Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-9116527127265913403?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/9116527127265913403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/9116527127265913403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/9116527127265913403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m Off'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-4917855142979372248</id><published>2010-04-01T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:51:32.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>Yay! My mom allowed me to bring my laptop to HK tomorrow. At least I wouldn't be that lonely as what I had expected. Really excited for tomorrow. Anyway, you must be wondering why I'm writing something again. You probably are bored just by reading this. Anyway, I'll stop now and move on to my main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be getting crazier as each day goes by. Just like what happened to me last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really really happy. I was able to go to one of S.H.E.'s autograph signing event. I got my album signed by Ella. And I even saw her up close. She even talked to me for awhile. I was really happy to the point that I kept jumping and jumping out of joy. My friends are also there with me, but Ella didn't talked to them, only me.  It felt so real. The emotions I felt that time was really true. And then it struck me, how was I able to see Ella? After a few moments, I found myself lying on my own bed. I knew it. It was too good to be true. If only that dream was real. If only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-4917855142979372248?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4917855142979372248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/4917855142979372248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/4917855142979372248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-1259350467843753104</id><published>2010-03-31T18:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:36:01.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting Mode Again</title><content type='html'>Okay so as some of you know, I'd be going to HongKong for the 3rd time on Friday. But now, we'll be having a real city tour and not just Disneyland here and there. I'm actually pretty excited about it since we'd be there for 4 days. But 4 days is so long. I mean 4 days without any CEFC? I think I'd die. Haha! I know that I'm overreacting again but without any internet, I wouldn't be able to take it unless of course, something good will happen during our stay in HK this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually still hoping and dreaming that I'd be able to see Ella personally and up close. Okay, I'm ranting about me not being able to see her again but it's really something I want. You know when you feel like you really want this thing and you'd do anything just to have it. Yeah, that's what I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, don't want to let you suffer because of my complaining on how unfortunate I am when seeing Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to what I was saying awhile ago. I'd be flying off to HK this Friday without any internet connection along with me. I really don't know how I'd be able to live without that. Who knows. What if I'm enjoying my life in HK then CE suddenly revealed their real status with each other. haha! Okay, I'm imagining things too much already. But yeah. I wanna enjoy HK though because of my addiction for CE/Ella, having updates here and there, I'd probably be crazy in HongKong imaging what is happening to CE/Ella during those 4 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-1259350467843753104?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1259350467843753104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/ranting-mode-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/1259350467843753104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/1259350467843753104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/ranting-mode-again.html' title='Ranting Mode Again'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-1141819038884665098</id><published>2010-03-30T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T17:08:02.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down With Love Episode 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S7G_ESp2P8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zCyH_6RLCeA/s1600/98980eee98c9d1d3b2fb95b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S7G_ESp2P8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zCyH_6RLCeA/s320/98980eee98c9d1d3b2fb95b9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454350704170123202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching Episode 8 for Down With Love. All I can say is, the episode was really worth watching. Though over-all, the episode was sad. But gosh, the PingGuo scenes are really killing me. You would really see the longing for love of each side. Okay, if you still haven't watched episode 8 yet then don't continue reading since there'll be spoilers unless you love being spoiled :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to start off, I'll be saying my insights about Ke Zhong and Hui Fan's plans. Gosh, I knew it. KZ was too good to be true. I knew there was really this side of him. I really liked him before but now, I'm hating him already. Hui Fan, pissed off with her ever since the beginning. Doesn't she know what "I don't Love you anymore" means? Or what breaking up means? She really is delirious already. She still can't accept the fact that Yu Ping doesn't love her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for Ke Zhong, another hateful character as of now. I hate him. I really hate him for using Ella just to make a friend happy. I hate how he prevents Yu Ping from saying things. Yes, he may have a good purpose since it's for a friend but god. He's making two lovers stand apart. I really don't feel any of his sincerity towards Yang Guo anymore. Every good thing he does, I wished that it really came willingly from his heart but no, there's still an evil intention no matter how you look at it. I really felt sad for Yu Ping when Ke Zhong told him about him and Yang Guo dating. The look on Yu Ping's face was so pitiful. And Ke Zhong seemed to not care at all whether his friend is hurt deep inside. He still continued his evil plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough for those KZ and HF moments. I wanna focus on PingGuo. :D Though their scenes here are sad. All I can say is, some of my most loved PingGuo scenes can be found in Episode 8. Like what? Like when Yu Ping arrived in KZ's house and his gastric pain attacked again. Then him and Yang Guo were all alone then. The way he hold her hand asking if she really loved KZ. You will really feel how hurt he was that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one is the "full moon" scene wherein PingGuo were alone at night outside the house and their conversation started about the full moon that time. And when it came to the part when both sides were indirectly asking if he/she loves her/him. Gosh, I really wanted to destroy my computer. They both love each other but both of them also thought that the love they're feeling is just one-sided. But gawd! Can't they read between the lines? Both of them didn't say that they didn't love each other when answering each other's questions. They avoided the question and answered something different. But damn Yu Ping! He had the chance to say "I Love You" to Yang Guo but he chose not to. That was really a chance for him but he didn't. AH! I'm screaming my head off here. And the way he brushed his finger unto Yang Guo's lips. You'd really feel his longing and love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, one of my favorite scenes from this episode, the red dress dancing scene. Truly one of my ultimate favorite. The tension surrounding PingGuo. When they were dancing, I don't know how to express this but all the hidden love for each other was seen. Though they didn't say anything about it, you can still feel the love and tension surrounding the two. Very different from Ke Zhong and Yang Guo's dance later on. Though the scene wasn't happy at all since both sides didn't know that their love for each other isn't unrequited, it was still perfectly made, no doubt about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Yu Ping's crying scene was really something. All the emotions piling up inside his heart. The heartbreak of seeing someone you love with another person is really something very hard to accept. And when he ate the candy, then he cried more. Gosh, I was so touched by the scene. I really feel sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's all for now. But yes, don't hesitate to watch this drama just because of my lousy writing about it. Haha! Down With Love is something worth watching. And though the ratings of this drama isn't that high, don't let it discourage you because the quality of this certain drama can't be based on the ratings since as we all know, the drama was leaked worldwide. So if you're looking for a certain drama which will make you laugh, cry, be giggly, feel nervous,feel agitated, feel like slapping the actors/actress's face because of something he/she did, watch Down With Love. Really a good drama if I may say so. A mixture of different genres such as romance, comedy, drama, etc, you'd find it in Down With Love. AND it's wholesome which is very suitable for all ages not like other dramas which uses intimate scenes to capture viewers and which can't be watched by younger audiences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-1141819038884665098?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1141819038884665098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/down-with-love-episode-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/1141819038884665098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/1141819038884665098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/down-with-love-episode-08.html' title='Down With Love Episode 08'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S7G_ESp2P8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zCyH_6RLCeA/s72-c/98980eee98c9d1d3b2fb95b9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-5969150472906824983</id><published>2010-03-29T20:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:00:14.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Coward</title><content type='html'>As usual, here I am again sulking over something that isn't much of a big deal. Is this what jealousy does to you? But I can't help it. I can't help being jealous towards some Filipino CE fans all because they'll be going to one of Ella's autograph event. I mean, an original album plus an autograph from Ella AND they get to see Ella up close and greet her. Gawd, that's one of my dreams in life. I really can't help but be bothered. I know that being jealous is really a not so nice attitude but this is Ella we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my dreams can come true. I can die without any regrets after seeing Ella personally and up close. But what can I do? I'm a mere 15 year old girl who doesn't have the courage to fight for her dreams. And also, what can you do if your parents themselves don't want to come to Taiwan since there aren't much to see there, for THEM. But for me, that would be paradise of course with Ella in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know any of you reading this now would think that I'm overreacting and that I'm a coward for not fighting for my dreams. Call me a coward and I wouldn't care. But it's really hard if you're in my situation.  You see, in my world, it's pretty hard getting what you want without getting judged. I may have all the money I want but if asking to fly all the way to another country to see Ella would be your wish, that would be different. First of all, as I said I'm just a teenager who doesn't have any work and just get allowances from my parents. Second, if I want to go, I still can't since I need a companion who can take care of me in another country and who is willing to withstand the heat just for Ella. And third, even though I'll be allowed to have what I want, it will still be different. After that, they'll talk about you behind your back. They'll have this 'concept' about you just because of your wish. In short, things will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, someday, I'd be able to fulfill my wishes and dreams. I won't die with regrets, I promise myself this. Some things only come once and I don't want to miss those once in a lifetime chances. I just don't know when that day would come where I could gather up all my courage because as I said, I'm a coward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-5969150472906824983?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5969150472906824983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-coward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/5969150472906824983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/5969150472906824983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-coward.html' title='I&apos;m A Coward'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-6753789771921102758</id><published>2010-03-29T11:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:41:13.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can We Stop Believing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S7AgA_VcA5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PXPUrcJarSs/s1600/cen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S7AgA_VcA5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PXPUrcJarSs/s320/cen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453894350119109522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, With all the tidbits CE is giving us occasionally, I'll only ask one question. How can we stop believing? So what? We're just going to stop now after all the things we have gone through for the past years? I don't think so. I mean I for one won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be quoting what I said in AF awhile ago since more or less that's all I want to say with the exception that I was more lenient with my comment in AF since I don't want to get banned or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It really hurts to know that some fans of the other one are Ex-CE  angels. I can accept them losing faith to CE. But what I can't really  accept is how they drag CE into the picture whether in a nice way or  bad. I can't stand CE being talked by them at all because after a few  hours all that CE gets are harsh comments from others. That's why even  though I really want to post and defend CE in the other thread and try  to open their eyes to reality in a platonic way. I can't because people  are just going to think wrongly of me and they won't ever let me come  back ever again there. But getting accused by those fans are okay with  me still. But the converts also saying the the other one is more real  than CE. Now what happened to their former belief when they would be  hyper even by a small gesture done by CE and how they defend CE from  others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, I also can't help but be amused on how their delusions  are coming to be. Just like for instance, in the other thread one was  asking why H's expression was like that and questioning if she is  always like that in front of new people. All I can say is, she is  always like that regardless of who she is with except for Chun. Not that  she is noisy around Chun but hey. You can see the great difference on  how Ella's lao pos treat Chun and Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're even talking about a JE movie together since J fans said  that he was interested in doing movies. Okay, CE was first in line.  Haha! BUt on the contrary, Ella treats Jerry as a friend. In fact, a  great friend if you ask me and that's all. But for Jerry, Tsk. I don't  know how he sees Ella but he's really happy when he and Ella  communicates with each other. &lt;/blockquote&gt;I may be an idiot for giving into such a small thing as this but I can't help but feel hurt somehow for a reason that's pretty vague to me. But as what I have asked earlier, what if you were in the situation? Will you stop believing into something just because others are saying that you should stop believing? Or will you continue believing not because of others but because you trust and love your belief?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-6753789771921102758?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6753789771921102758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-can-we-stop-believing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/6753789771921102758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/6753789771921102758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-can-we-stop-believing.html' title='How Can We Stop Believing?'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S7AgA_VcA5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/PXPUrcJarSs/s72-c/cen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-2894039491805779756</id><published>2010-03-28T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:29:07.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Currently listening to Shao Le Yi Ge Ren [Without You]&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, amazing. Truly amazing. The way the song was sung was very remarkable. It was a song full of emotions. And everytime I hear Ella's parts in the song, the more I feel the emotions the song is conveying to the listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't know what the message of the song was yet but when I did a couple of hours ago, I really loved the song more than I did before. The English Translation of the song is really something. And to think that I can really relate with the lyrics of the song. After reading the lyrics, here I went listening to the song again with the song's message deeply engraved in my heart. It is really a very nice song indeed. No matter how many times I listen to it, it never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the song in my profile is the song I'm talking about. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics of the song in case you're curious why I like the song very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shao Le Yi Ge Ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;少了一个人&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing  Someone (Official trans: Without You)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;peng you ju hui chao nao de kuai le zai ta men li kai yi  hou bian xi bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;朋友聚会吵闹的快乐 在她们离开以后变稀薄&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;The happiness of gathering together with friends  bickering away, fades away once they leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;zou lu hui jia hui xiang shan dong de wo tu ran ke wang  you ren neng lai jie wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;走路回家 回像山洞的窝  突然渴望有人 能来接我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;As I walk home to that  cave-like house, I suddenly wish there was someone who could come pick  me up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pao zhe re shui zai yu shi  lai zhe si nian que ye bei gun tang mao yan le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;泡著热水在浴室赖著 思念却也被滚烫冒烟了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;In  the bath, soaking in hot water, even my thoughts of you boil and turn to  smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;zui hou de jian xun kan dao  neng bei le duo jiu mei you zai lian luo yi xiang hai shi tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;最后的简讯 看到能背了 多久没有再联络 一想还是痛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;The last text message, I can even memorise it now. How  long since we talked? It still hurts when I think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shao le yi ge ren chong ai wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;少了一个人宠爱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;Missing someone  to love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;peng you de ai cheng fen  jiu shi bu tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;朋友的爱 成分就是不同&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;Love from friends, just isn't the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;zui nan guo shi xiao zhe mian dui bei xian mu zi you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;最难过 是笑著面对被羡慕自由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;The  saddest is smiling as others admire my freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lian hen jiu de cheng shu ye kuai zhe yan bu zhu ji mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;练很久的成熟 也快遮掩不住 寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;The  maturity I've been practising for so long, can't cover up my loneliness  for much longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ma ma zai dian hua  li gua nian wo shang ci yu yan you zhi ta hai ji de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;妈妈在电话裏挂念我 上次欲言又止她还记得&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;Mama  tells me on the phone that she misses me, she still remembers the last  time I wanted to say something yet didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xi huan zhuang mei shi qi shi zui lei le dan wo qing chu  hen duo shi ku le ye mei yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;喜欢装没事  其实最累了 但我清楚很多事 哭了也没用&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;I like to pretend  there's nothing wrong when actually I'm really tired. But I know that  there are many things there's no use crying about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shao le yi ge ren yong bao wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;少了一个人拥抱我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;Missing someone  to embrace me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;na zhong yong bao  neng gou wang le suo you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;那种拥抱 能够忘了所有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;That embrace, can make me forget everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;liang ge ren jiu suan xia xue hou chi jiao ni zhe feng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;两个人 就算下雪后赤脚逆著风&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;Even  after it snows, when two people are barefoot in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ye bu jue de bing dong hai xiao de bi yang guang chi re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;也不觉得冰冻 还笑得比阳光 炽热&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;It  doesn't feel ice-cold, our smiles are warmer than the sun's rays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shao le yi ge ren dong de wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;少了一个人懂得我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;Missing someone  who understands me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;neng gou ti hui  wo jue qiang you cui ruo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;能够体会 我倔强又脆弱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;Someone who knows when I'm being stubborn or feel weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bu ji chou wen rou yuan liang wo qing xu tai bo dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;不记仇 温柔原谅我情绪太波动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;Someone  who won't hold grudges, gently forgive my sudden changes in mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yong lei guang she bu de rong hua wo lei ji de ji mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;用泪光舍不得 融化我累积的 寂寞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;Someone  who can't bear to see me use teardrops to dissolve the loneliness I've  built up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hen gu zhi wu tiao jian ai  wo cong lai mei bian guo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;很固执 无条件爱我从来没变过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;Someone who'll be persistent, unconditionally love me  for never changing who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;zai da  chao de shi hou hui bao zhe wo chen mo bu dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;在大吵的时候 会抱著我 沉默 不动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fb7daa;"&gt;And  when it's noisy, someone who will hug me, quietly, without movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;English translation by catalie @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://asianfanatics.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asianfanatics.net/" target="_blank"&gt;http://asianfanatics.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pinyin translation by kimuchi08 @ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chunellafc.phpbb9.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chunellafc.phpbb9.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.chunellafc.phpbb9.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Please credit the translators and include this note if/when  transferring elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-2894039491805779756?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2894039491805779756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/2894039491805779756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/2894039491805779756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/without-you.html' title='Without You'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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-3779827685416672134.post-8140383385895028585</id><published>2010-03-28T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:21:42.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S68tKWVO52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/iVzLPBUuofs/s1600/4464293706_3023aa2291_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S68tKWVO52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/iVzLPBUuofs/s320/4464293706_3023aa2291_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453627329585538914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really don't get myself anymore. But one thing is for sure, I am really disappointed. Disappointed by the fact that I won't be able to hold the white version of the SHERO Album and hug it so tightly in my arms. The reason? Simply because I ordered the MV Version of the album which later turned out to be the black version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sulking about this issue for about a week already. I don't know but call me crazy. I can't believe they made the Live version the one where Ella was wearing the wool outfit. Gawd, I wanted that version so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling I'm feeling right now. I'm feeling guilty for having ordered the Black Version of the album when I want the most is the White one. But then again, part of me isn't guilty because I want the MV version (Black) compared to the Live Version (White). This is really hateful for my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least, I'm still thankful that I'm able to have a copy of the album regardless of which version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-8140383385895028585?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8140383385895028585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8140383385895028585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/8140383385895028585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eJCgSJEA8VI/S68tKWVO52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/iVzLPBUuofs/s72-c/4464293706_3023aa2291_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3779827685416672134.post-7755220817167725499</id><published>2010-03-28T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:28:31.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Finally, I've waited for a very long time to have a blog such as this. I really am in dire need of it. I have so many thoughts that I can't express verbally everyday. Thoughts that I can't but I want to share to the whole world. And now I guess I have a chance to fulfill my wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3779827685416672134-7755220817167725499?l=obscuredmadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7755220817167725499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/7755220817167725499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3779827685416672134/posts/default/7755220817167725499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscuredmadness.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>obscuredmadness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803137150548858450</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></feed>
