<?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-4405525459482198710</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:30:28.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUNA SPHERE</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Yuna's sphere!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>314</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-5892866483150082115</id><published>2010-07-08T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:24:37.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedges &amp; Yong Tow Foo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/TDaxLiAOlNI/AAAAAAAAEeI/H0dpjkrP9LI/s1600/shoes-wedges-charla-01silverdismet_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/TDaxLiAOlNI/AAAAAAAAEeI/H0dpjkrP9LI/s400/shoes-wedges-charla-01silverdismet_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491771607289337042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I went shopping for shoes…I love wedges but not just any kind of wedge shoes. I’m particular about the style, colors and cuts besides the comfort. There's nothing as cute as and supportive as a wedge heel. Contrary to beliefs wedge shoes do support your full foot unlike heels that put strain on your heels, ankles and sometimes, toes. Wedges also support the arch of your foot as long as you are wearing the proper size shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid Valley, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lumpur&lt;/span&gt; shopping mall, I REALLY love going there. Once I step in, my mind will be thinking of food… :D There are so many food operators, fast food and restaurants at every floor. Parking is cheap too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘honey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mv&lt;/span&gt;’ I text him once I’m in the compound….’so r u going for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yong&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt;?’ he replied.  Yong Tow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Foo&lt;/span&gt; is made from fish paste,  stuffed it in the chilies, ladyfingers, egg plant, bitter gourd, tofu or in any vegetables or turned it into fish balls and fish sheets…taken it with soup or curry or on its own along with sauces…&lt;a href="http://rasamalaysia.com/recipe-yong-tow-foo-stuffed-tofu-chili/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YUMMMY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the shoe hunting, well, I’m pretty fussy on shoes… I’d be looking at any wedges. Then, checking out the shoes’ design and colour.…it should be stylish, unique and yet simple. It also should make my legs sexy when I wear it ( :-D ) and of course, comfortable to walk in it too…lastly, it is affordable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been going from one shop to another but none really catches my eyes...just a so-so and walked off.  My feet was getting tired…I remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Naqi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tenko&lt;/span&gt; once wondered how a woman can window shop for hours because they were flat out after a day’s outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/TDaxe-YRsjI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/-9E6q6BwTJs/s1600/juicy-couture-kiera-too-wedges-shoe-4-250x250.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/TDaxe-YRsjI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/-9E6q6BwTJs/s400/juicy-couture-kiera-too-wedges-shoe-4-250x250.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491771941323911730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, the secret is...it is in the mind! See here… see there…shop! shop! shop! And take it as a therapy... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I found two pairs of sexy wedges at Metro but bought one… (I wish I could have both). Anyway I am happy with what I got and off for the Yong Tow Foo.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-5892866483150082115?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5892866483150082115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=5892866483150082115' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5892866483150082115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5892866483150082115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2010/07/wedges-yong-tow-foo.html' title='Wedges &amp; Yong Tow Foo'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/TDaxLiAOlNI/AAAAAAAAEeI/H0dpjkrP9LI/s72-c/shoes-wedges-charla-01silverdismet_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-1805453584795811087</id><published>2010-06-14T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:22:09.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/TBXYkU3lEeI/AAAAAAAAEd4/ElkO_xIyuDQ/s1600/love-you-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/TBXYkU3lEeI/AAAAAAAAEd4/ElkO_xIyuDQ/s400/love-you-shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482526239982162402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Life is never truly black and white -- there's always a gray area where things get a little messy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;In life, we are bound to be in pickled situations where we have to make difficult choices.  We are bound to face a number of challenges from day to day but in the end, we find triumph and strength in knowing that we’ve made our best decisions, there are no mistakes and everything in life happens just as it should.  Sometimes we beat up ourselves for making certain decisions, taking the risks, putting our dreams, friendships or family ties on the line &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Life is about choices . . . and with all of our choices, there are circumstances.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;My good friend decided to put aside his love because his grandfather opposed their relationship. I was really mad at him when he broke the news. His reasons for breaking up were not astounding as it should and I feel sorry for them since both are my good friends. I could only gave spiritual supports for them to pull through though I wasn’t sure if I did it right&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;As the time goes by, they move along and became best friends. ..Looking out for each other…making sure that the other half is doing ok and making the right choice in whatever decisions. This kind of sacrifice really disheartening me…I feel so so sad what they have to go through the onus of love. It is REALLY not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Then how much should one sacrifice for love? Can someone sacrifice all life's worth of love? 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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-1805453584795811087?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1805453584795811087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=1805453584795811087' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1805453584795811087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1805453584795811087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-much-love.html' title='How much love?'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/TBXYkU3lEeI/AAAAAAAAEd4/ElkO_xIyuDQ/s72-c/love-you-shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-5671654953197825923</id><published>2010-05-18T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:32:04.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not bullet proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S_NpQiDk0sI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/oK5w8YHa4C4/s1600/1212059890_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S_NpQiDk0sI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/oK5w8YHa4C4/s400/1212059890_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472833704925909698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a one fine day, I felt utterly great like I could just do about anything and take things by the bull and by the horn…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of ‘Things’ and ‘People’ that deprived me from getting my ‘Sunlight’ and I want back my laughter and have a good time like I used to be. I’m in charge of myself and I must control not to flop sided or cry silently in the dark corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having so much pressure at home and becoming a punching bag to their wrong doings and faults though I’m not free from making mistakes too. Life is totally different from my parents’ view and expectation….everything is pre-plan…everything is speed…everything is calculated…and judged. Though they are my parents and I respect them, someone should advise them to just enjoy life as it is and live gracefully. They have and had their days and all their children are ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My honey, who was raised from a different wave of speed (life) is more relax, hoping that I would adopt his well being. But sometimes, my upbringing burns the patience in me…that day I had the courage to inform him what went through my head. I was afraid to speak out and made him thinking that I’m alright and I can take any strides but I’m not….(Sorry honey). He’s my pillar of strength who keeps me on and on and on…but if the pillar builds on a shaking ground, it will eventually fall sooner or later….He said; “ Love, you are still my honey bun”  and he smiled. I was totally glad and showered him with hugs and kisses…xoxoxoxo…I got my sunshine and rainbow too…there was misty in my eyes …I don’t think I can go through without his supports and understandings and I don’t want him to think that I’m pulling him to the ground or a burden to him. Also, I want him to know, I need him because he is the essence of my perfection and to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYqz3Fe0S_8"&gt;wash away the pain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some you guys out there who think that they can buy my friendliness  and thought that I can take just any punch from your inconsiderate attitude…keeping me on hold…broken promises…telling tales…pretending nothing had happened…luring me to your schemes…rotten language…trying out…thinking I had or I am not aware…well, you are wrong!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S_Np0GxxY8I/AAAAAAAAEdY/Sn5CQ37e9ao/s1600/ffx-2_screenshots_044_110x62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 62px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S_Np0GxxY8I/AAAAAAAAEdY/Sn5CQ37e9ao/s400/ffx-2_screenshots_044_110x62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472834316078769090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t open the door each time you ring my door bell…you may stay out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=om09W3drIiE"&gt;I'm not bullet proof&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-5671654953197825923?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5671654953197825923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=5671654953197825923' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5671654953197825923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5671654953197825923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-bullet-proof.html' title='I&apos;m not bullet proof'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S_NpQiDk0sI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/oK5w8YHa4C4/s72-c/1212059890_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6788925299517611466</id><published>2010-05-03T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:49:26.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day called weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S9-dhKGtWhI/AAAAAAAAEcw/ZgyPFLR_0O0/s1600/final_fantasy_x_image32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S9-dhKGtWhI/AAAAAAAAEcw/ZgyPFLR_0O0/s400/final_fantasy_x_image32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467261665624807954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are two days of weekends enough? After days of working, my weekends were about spring cleaning. My honey compensate to his own recluse, the Slumber Land…how lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Usually after the laundry, I quickly checked my Facebook and then hurried to the kitchen and cook up ‘something’. Usually a couple of simple dishes and many thanks to the kitchen appliances which makes my cooking even easier and quicker…and viola! I was already out of the hot environment and into another ‘hot room’. ..Iron clothes. I HATES ironing clothes! I can just take these clothes to a nearby launderette and get it pressed for a 20 or 30 bucks a week but nawww…I’m saving up and it will be just another two hours in that ‘hot room’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;which I may as well takes it as my personal sauna. Once over, I’d be exhausted and a good bath will do but nawww…weekends is also meant for a thorough cleaning the bathroom and toilet too…&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaRfxjcpYvM&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;so here we go again&lt;/a&gt;! *sigh* =_=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later in the evening: “Honey, I’ve just woke up!” …(how lucky!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a couple of hours in solitude, engaging myself in some computer games at home, I’ll be up and slaving myself again… If these chores are not met, I have my Sunday to catch up with…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday is my pampering day…scrubbing , cleaning, grooming, steaming, shampooing my personal self…hey, it is hard work too…that is tiring too k….being a female is not that easy actually and it doesn’t comes free. All those cream, make ups and fragrances plus this plus that plus those will sum up $$$$$ to tone your body, face and crowning glory where you guys sort after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later in the evening: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Honey, I’ve just woke up!” …(how lucky!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And at night, I’d love to be pampered by honey…say something nice and beautiful…hugs and kisses after breaking my back and sweat around the house.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S9-d5KEC8TI/AAAAAAAAEc4/ttQ8wspPD6w/s1600/ffx_Screenshots_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S9-d5KEC8TI/AAAAAAAAEc4/ttQ8wspPD6w/s400/ffx_Screenshots_019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467262077930500402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How I wish there is another day called weekends where I’d be lounging around instead. And honey, it’s your work-out day! Pampering me…&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7-FWGZI4IY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd love that (and serenade me with your &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7-FWGZI4IY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;love song&lt;/a&gt;!) Muah! 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It brought me to the ‘Time Travel’ and whirled me back to the yester years and yester days…those wonderful moments….and it’s all coming back to me….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s raining cats and dogs at the moment, at this lonely hour and with this song in the air….what can you do but thinking of your dearest one…sweet sweet memories…and it’s all coming back to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;“When you touch me like this&lt;br /&gt;And when you hold me like that&lt;br /&gt;It was gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;When you see me like this&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then we see what we want to see&lt;br /&gt;All coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;The flesh and the fantasies&lt;br /&gt;All coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;I can barely recall&lt;br /&gt;But it's all coming back to me now”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also thought of my late grandpa who have not visited in my dreams for so so long…and those days when he was everything to me but it’s all gone…and it’s all coming back to me….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought of my first independence and enjoyed that freedom…and no more nightmares…built my castle…and it’s all coming back to me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you, my dear…and it’s all coming back to me…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S8_wknB1S3I/AAAAAAAAEbU/QMTw7InWFwg/s1600/z50584981sh6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S8_wknB1S3I/AAAAAAAAEbU/QMTw7InWFwg/s400/z50584981sh6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462849384766327666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fill your days with good times and treat yourself as best possible and take every moment accounted for because you'll never know when '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all coming back to me&lt;/span&gt;' for you to ponders on, on an empty day ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RER12NwWMJU"&gt;live like you're dying by Lenka&lt;/a&gt;)    &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-9176713559819011209?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/9176713559819011209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=9176713559819011209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/9176713559819011209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/9176713559819011209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-all-coming-back-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s all coming back to me'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S8_wCMN-dwI/AAAAAAAAEbM/LyndFwFQSbI/s72-c/kualalumpur0502010eote_s_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-7444601363788271506</id><published>2010-04-08T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T01:50:56.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About a man and a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S72SWf8IoxI/AAAAAAAAEbE/xaIK_Idjkf0/s1600/197b_dating_tips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S72SWf8IoxI/AAAAAAAAEbE/xaIK_Idjkf0/s400/197b_dating_tips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457679238671409938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend, Anand, told me that ‘Only girls know what girls want and that Man is clueless about them’.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmmm…I think I’ve told him once before, I think, to any guy friends who were confused about their girl friends’ actions and attitude. It also happens to me too….(stop laughing k!) So I tried my best, rationally, from my point of view though they can always google any topics they want to know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told him that mostly girls want attention…not too much but simple attention…n EVERYDAY! Hahaha…Guys you don’t have to give flowers or presents everyday to your lady love…save that for a rare or special occasion….ok? Just at the end of the day saying ‘I love you’ or ‘I miss you’ will mellow any girls’ heart. A peck on her cheek or a small kiss as soon as you greet her…is that too much to ask?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A girl would do anything for her beloved…small task and big task…the guys just don’t have to ask or say…she’ll do it out of love…willingly and sincerely. Little things do matter because she has put so much effort for that little world, so called A Man’s World. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And guys just don’t want to open their eyes to see the little things she do and open his mouth to say ‘I am aware and acknowledged it’, even a simple nod or gesture and smile or a hug…because “Honey, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it is not the cozy lovey-dovey time” yet. When it comes to romance, the man will mellow and comply….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S72RchaAqYI/AAAAAAAAEa0/Iu3HcKZrAwg/s1600/7031_10797679587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S72RchaAqYI/AAAAAAAAEa0/Iu3HcKZrAwg/s400/7031_10797679587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457678242632739202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The way I see it, Man thinks straight and thinks what he wants most and gets what he want. Hmmm...I think it has to do with the male ego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was confused about my man’s action, I searched about relationships at the internet.…seek understanding from some guy friends' opinions…on what Man thinks or want, trying to understand him, his love….that actually he truly love me (oh! How romantic! Blink!blink!blink!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But oh come on! Must I throw a brick at his head every day? Or should he smack my butt every night? LOL!...oh how funny the way I’m looking at it now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;( I love you, honey…I really do! Muah xoxoxo)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SpBPLwW4OUQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Ordinary boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-7444601363788271506?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7444601363788271506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=7444601363788271506' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7444601363788271506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7444601363788271506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2010/04/about-man-and-girl.html' title='About a man and a girl'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S72SWf8IoxI/AAAAAAAAEbE/xaIK_Idjkf0/s72-c/197b_dating_tips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6275063384445037359</id><published>2010-04-02T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T03:19:53.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose house are you haunting tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S7W_eeBivnI/AAAAAAAAEac/yp-HFmG79pQ/s1600/414150098_9692b4a6fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S7W_eeBivnI/AAAAAAAAEac/yp-HFmG79pQ/s400/414150098_9692b4a6fa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455477053805739634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I was so bored and login to my Yahoo Messenger and waited…..and waited…..and waited…and waited……Boy, friendship do change according with time…sigh! =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished with my Tribalwars, War Metal and Café world games…and it was 11:00pm,  my beloved who is ocean away has been  quiet…I guess he was tired who have been working from morning till dusk and finally succumb to his relaxing mode watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of my PS2 which I have left 3 years ago…dust settling on the console…and the games are history but I would love for some pack of action at the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDmOhpk2Q1Q&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Dino Crisis 2&lt;/a&gt; blasting some Dinosaurs at my PS1 but I was too lazy to look for that game…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven’t made up my mind if I should get PSP or PS3. I’ll settle for one by this year, which should keep me busy and awfully busy ....hahahaha (lots of fantastic and awesome games! Blink! Blink! Blink!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man..! I cannot wait any more and close the YM window….I did drop a line at my friend who was eager to chat with me that afternoon and asked if I could online with him that night. He said, it has been awhile we haven’t chat.….this was what I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Hey, there is a great movie on TV”&lt;/span&gt; and it went dead….&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had the FEELING of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘I’ve just have been dumped’&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘I don’t care’&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘I’m not interesting anymore’&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘So what?’&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘A nothing at all’&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Whatever’&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘I am not a box’&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My phone ringing) My honey sent me a message &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“ Alo lov! Wat r u doin? There’s a gr8 muvi on tv 2nite...lets watch 2gether honey bun ”&lt;/span&gt;…Eyes rolling and sigh!&lt;br /&gt;That’s it! Not this man! I’m going to get his attention because he IS my man and replied &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“OK honey, I’ll watch with you”&lt;/span&gt; (LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t win them, join them! (oh, No!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S7W_63MGqiI/AAAAAAAAEak/EADX_37G9OI/s1600/2051000457_8d6e576505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S7W_63MGqiI/AAAAAAAAEak/EADX_37G9OI/s400/2051000457_8d6e576505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455477541597260322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I am a ‘Whatever’ girl…so? WHATEVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiuXP_Zyvv4&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=9J8TNy8fP0I"&gt;Oh lately it’s so quiet&lt;/a&gt;……………………….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-6275063384445037359?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6275063384445037359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=6275063384445037359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6275063384445037359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6275063384445037359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2010/04/whose-house-are-you-haunting-tonight.html' title='Whose house are you haunting tonight?'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S7W_eeBivnI/AAAAAAAAEac/yp-HFmG79pQ/s72-c/414150098_9692b4a6fa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-5307738734247209229</id><published>2010-03-19T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:14:19.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S6Ms4MnbXvI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/5WF8QpUQsBM/s1600-h/Aerith_Avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S6Ms4MnbXvI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/5WF8QpUQsBM/s400/Aerith_Avatar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450249318019325682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All seems quiet. Those days have gone.&lt;br /&gt;No more hectic days, balancing daily chores, work, surfing and playing games…even chat online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Eo-IixA7YY"&gt;Why?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It didn’t bothers anymore if no one drops by to say ‘Hi’&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t know what to say or talk about…even to some good friends&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to me? =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mission&gt;energy&gt;rewards&gt;experience&gt;battle&gt;stamina&gt;tokens&gt;kills&gt;experience&gt;victorious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Yunie, are you done (playing games) honey? Come to me love xoxoxoxo"&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what had happened to me...hahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-5307738734247209229?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5307738734247209229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=5307738734247209229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5307738734247209229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5307738734247209229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2010/03/quiet-life.html' title='Quiet life'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S6Ms4MnbXvI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/5WF8QpUQsBM/s72-c/Aerith_Avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-8292456403613476037</id><published>2010-03-04T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:16:48.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mode: Kerli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S5Cs84WdqjI/AAAAAAAAEZs/F-5JTjn_q04/s1600-h/KerliPicture001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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I’m sure some of you will bounce to clueless, your temple frowned trying to connect to your brain library....’say what? Kerli? Who is she or he?’…duhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ah well, we have a fantastic electronic library right in front of our face named ‘Google’. You can get anything you need to know by just typing out whatever you desire to feed your hungry brain with knowledge....so here it is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kerli"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kerli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go ahead and digest it! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feast your ears on this, ‘Love is Dead’ &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdXvqMF-6vI&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdXvqMF-6vI&amp;amp;feature=fvst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is almost 3:00pm and I looked at my phone, silent and quiet…hmmm misty in my eyes…I was thinking of the ‘Phone is Dead’ and I’m sure my honey is very busy at work unlike before but now he is ‘Dead Serious’ with some projects along some ‘Deadlines’ (Awww man!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, I’m not going to spoil my day with this ‘Whatever’ mood...hehehe because it is a ‘Beautiful Day’ &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4S5kpgZEeg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4S5kpgZEeg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kerli's official site: &lt;a href="http://www.kerlimusic.com/"&gt;http://www.kerlimusic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-8292456403613476037?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8292456403613476037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=8292456403613476037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8292456403613476037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8292456403613476037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2010/03/mode-kerli.html' title='Mode: Kerli'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S5Cs84WdqjI/AAAAAAAAEZs/F-5JTjn_q04/s72-c/KerliPicture001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-697604137116066355</id><published>2009-12-14T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:45:03.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SycTAdc1WAI/AAAAAAAAEZM/IQMQDt5NJ9o/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SycTAdc1WAI/AAAAAAAAEZM/IQMQDt5NJ9o/s400/twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415317975562803202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every day I thought of blogging like I used to be. It was fun and I have so many things to write to express what I thought and what I’m feeling. Yeah, it was utterly fun and I feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Edward Cullen (Twilight) confessed to Bella Swan that he can read people’s mind except Bella. And he wondered why and what so special about that particular girl whom he was so much obsessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ‘Love’ makes everything hay wired. You don’t know the reason why you are behaving that way and can’t think of any but that particular person. Your mind body and soul slaved by this obsession and you are not yourself anymore until you accepted the fate that you ARE in love with that particular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once you are there, you left all behind your world and into a new world...a rebirth and somehow you see a bigger picture about your life in front of you. Amazing! Wonderful! Magical too  …A reason to start over new…and the reason is YOU! And the reason is YOU! (sang Hoobastank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then into another phase to understand this new self being and devoted only to Love. It feeds on me and used up all my energy and my life somehow depends on this livelihood. Love is a vampire and my life system depends on this Love! Hahaha..Bella wants to be with Edward Cullen forever! But, he protected Bella from becoming one…she’ll never understand...WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do now... his sacrificial of undying love to ensure her ‘pristine’ love stay untouched and not wanting the beautiful Love to emulate and evolve into ugliness. ‘I bleed it out deeper deeper just to throw it way?’ echoed by Linkin Park…this message should hit your head and makes you wiser…LOL!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SycUAbfIXII/AAAAAAAAEZc/beFKd-L9-gs/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SycUAbfIXII/AAAAAAAAEZc/beFKd-L9-gs/s400/1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415319074547195010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..I’m still here and Bella, in her New Moon wants to be Forever Dawn with her Edward one day....Muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-697604137116066355?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/697604137116066355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=697604137116066355' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/697604137116066355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/697604137116066355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-here-almost-every-day-i-thought-of.html' title='Forever Love'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SycTAdc1WAI/AAAAAAAAEZM/IQMQDt5NJ9o/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-361675757148383466</id><published>2009-10-26T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T02:46:20.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S6M_ksfeMNI/AAAAAAAAEaE/oiFTzizntJw/s1600-h/5685-nokia5700c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S6M_ksfeMNI/AAAAAAAAEaE/oiFTzizntJw/s400/5685-nokia5700c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450269873699434706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Toss and turn and my hand grab my red and white Nokia 5700 XpressMusic and it lighted up brightly in the dark cold room. Reading back the messages he sent to me and my messages I sent to him…my mouth just glued tightly and tears just flows out slowly…then I went to the 'Miss Call' log, staring silly at the out dated miss call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ever favourite companion, the PC, plays a bigger role half of my life… “Oh hello! lets see what you can do for me this time?” I login the Facebook and played the War Metal mindlessly...just carry on with the mission and some battles. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, do you like Naruto?&lt;/span&gt;”; the chat bubble pops out and I replied “ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I watched Naruto but I am a Final Fantasy Fan&lt;/span&gt;”... I would love to chat with him longer especially when he said that FF8 was the most fun but I was in no mood at all....Epic Failure on chatting!&lt;br /&gt;Later, I recalled the ‘Epic Failure’ photos posted in the FB which make me laughed...so I go looking for it but somehow it fizzles out....Epic Failure on 'Not Funny Anymore' Epic Failure's pictures ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the world 7 Tribalwar's Tribe Tatec forum, there was one proud comment on my partner's successful defend his village against our enemy tribe player....“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onvaukter's attemp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t on Ravager Prime 06 # (857|806) K88 village FAILED!&lt;/span&gt;”. Our Baron praised him with “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice!! I got the reports. Epic fails on -WE- attack!&lt;/span&gt;” ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I Googled the “Epic Failure’ dead in the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 3:00am, this self motivated to sleep is an Epic Failure too. I dreaded myself to bed and another rerun whenever I touch my phone “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh! Again, Epic Failure&lt;/span&gt;” I said t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S6NHpT_LnFI/AAAAAAAAEaU/PXk5m9BODlc/s1600-h/sleepissuesbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S6NHpT_LnFI/AAAAAAAAEaU/PXk5m9BODlc/s400/sleepissuesbig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450278749113916498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o myself as I keep reading over and over our text messages and I couldn’t sleep still. Pressed ‘Image’ and search for some pictures…I remembered he once said “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When did I sent you that pic? I can’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; recall&lt;/span&gt;” Geez, Epic Failure again? I pulled up my comforter covering over my head, closed my teary eyes, grabbed my “Mr Incredible” pillow tightly to my chest and thought of the little kisses I planted that afternoon…zzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-361675757148383466?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/361675757148383466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=361675757148383466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/361675757148383466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/361675757148383466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2009/10/epic-failure.html' title='Epic Failure'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/S6M_ksfeMNI/AAAAAAAAEaE/oiFTzizntJw/s72-c/5685-nokia5700c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-3000208164422949797</id><published>2009-10-08T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:49:10.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/Ss2-Hk2waqI/AAAAAAAAEYM/0oyOyrYHu6Y/s1600-h/3606258300_72fe2cec93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“He said I’m very emotional”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He has the point there but when I feel like I’m falling into the bottomless pit and desperate to climb over, all I do is succumbs to negativity. I wonder if I choked him instead of myself…this sickness is killing me at times…geez!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Listening to the songs from my MP3…each song recollecting ‘my space’ and nostalgia, reminiscing some good times and bad times. I remember the fun, laughter and some crying times too…I was just having good times at the internet and also, I can’t sleep….geez!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time changes everything and I can’t stop the speed. It keeps me spinning round and round like a wheel of fortune. If you look ahead, you have time to plan that push you forward and unlimited. On your right, your pace of today…the steps you take are accounted for…you are balancing the wheel. On your left, your emotion and real feelings and uncheck reality keep you from falling. If you look back, history is waving goodbyes, some regrets and some bestowed and some….are memories… yearning and wish for more...geez!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am riding in a roller coaster and only god knows the minute I screamed deafening myself as the car goes down the steep slope and every turn, the cold air blasting in my face….when it goes up slowly, I was gasping for air and ‘No Air’ was drumming in my head…and tears drowning my blinking eyes…almost everyday…but why?..geez!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nailed needled stapled stitched the “I love you” and “I am with you” at my temple because my heart is already carved poked cut chopped and bleeding “Forever yours”…emotionally well said….geez!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-style: italic;" id="watch-headline-title"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-mR7xtNpQs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Jordin Sparks feat  Chris Brown - No Air"&gt;No Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-3000208164422949797?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3000208164422949797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=3000208164422949797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3000208164422949797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3000208164422949797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2009/10/emotionally-yours.html' title='Emotionally yours'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/Ss2-Hk2waqI/AAAAAAAAEYM/0oyOyrYHu6Y/s72-c/3606258300_72fe2cec93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-8006055654152561524</id><published>2009-07-22T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:00:07.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass in the name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SmffkT39pwI/AAAAAAAAEXU/u4OEzRpQytM/s1600-h/gallery9ld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SmffkT39pwI/AAAAAAAAEXU/u4OEzRpQytM/s400/gallery9ld.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361499696311150338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom jokes around….I really don’t know how to crack a joke spontaneously. I am not the social type person but who will sit in front of the computer playing games, surfing and communicating with friends if not working. Apart from that I would be in the kitchen, cooking up some quick, delicious and easy dishes at home...snap! snap! snap! ..some candid shots and mms-ing , showing off and let him ‘ooh I am already hungry, love’ (naughty me! Sniggering…hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to be naughty…hmmm..only to someone I am very close and love with. Perhaps, it is just to let off my steam that is pressuring my head and let my hair down once awhile. Zaza, my sister who lives in Malacca, she’s the only person whom I can let out my laughing gas naturally. We always have ‘A Topic’ to joke around and it is usually when we cook up something in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Move your ass (as she was carrying the hot pot)&lt;br /&gt;Y: Moving my beautiful ass (shaking my ass n blocking her way)&lt;br /&gt;Z: I m ass-ing u (we already laughing n giggling)&lt;br /&gt;Y: Ass-ing me to.?&lt;br /&gt;Z: Ass if u don’t know..(what she meant)&lt;br /&gt;Y: My ass is already hot! (we burst up laughing even louder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ended up making jokes with any words that sound with ‘S’ and making fun of ‘Ass’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Do u need my Ass-sistant?&lt;br /&gt;Z: I m gladly u ass! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-8006055654152561524?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8006055654152561524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=8006055654152561524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8006055654152561524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8006055654152561524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2009/07/ass-in-name.html' title='Ass in the name'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SmffkT39pwI/AAAAAAAAEXU/u4OEzRpQytM/s72-c/gallery9ld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-1521768938178181408</id><published>2009-07-21T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:53:34.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nbtd~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SmWSU9r2-oI/AAAAAAAAEXM/lw84fTuE4LA/s1600-h/2050977429_aff593ecc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360851820308003458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SmWSU9r2-oI/AAAAAAAAEXM/lw84fTuE4LA/s400/2050977429_aff593ecc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a boring day&lt;br /&gt;With nothing better things to do….it makes me wonder and wander too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tribalwars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the first thing and the last thing I do...almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;Log into my accounts, minting gold coins, level up buildings, scout for barb villages, and coordinate attacks and whatever!&lt;br /&gt;I had it all listed on ‘What to do today’&lt;br /&gt;Done! Wuhoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Office matters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My assistant, Shaun, is on medical leave and not much I can do for today, just keep tabs on incoming registrations for reports&lt;br /&gt;Yawning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dearie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s busy as a bee….oh! Really?&lt;br /&gt;I log into yahoo today to catch up with Rinoa and ‘Look! Who is busy?’&lt;br /&gt;Eyes rolling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forward&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read some personal mails and had a good laugh&lt;br /&gt;Forward it to my loved ones and a couple of good friends&lt;br /&gt;Chuckle! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All seems quiet now….&lt;br /&gt;Feels like zzzzzz as nbtd~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-1521768938178181408?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1521768938178181408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=1521768938178181408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1521768938178181408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1521768938178181408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2009/07/nbtd.html' title='nbtd~'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SmWSU9r2-oI/AAAAAAAAEXM/lw84fTuE4LA/s72-c/2050977429_aff593ecc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-4816504142065485109</id><published>2009-07-09T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:49:13.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse - Time Is Running Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SlaPSX-y2zI/AAAAAAAAEW8/-YsmUJAaATM/s1600-h/L58261_POOL_03_J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356626352641596210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SlaPSX-y2zI/AAAAAAAAEW8/-YsmUJAaATM/s400/L58261_POOL_03_J.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hxye7OiL6Gs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm drowning&lt;br /&gt;asphyxiated&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break this spell&lt;br /&gt;that you've created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;a contradiction&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play the game&lt;br /&gt;I want the friction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;you will be the death of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;you can't push it underground&lt;br /&gt;you can't stop it screaming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted freedom&lt;br /&gt;bound and restricted&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give you up&lt;br /&gt;but I'm addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that you know I'm trapped sense of elation&lt;br /&gt;you'd never dream of&lt;br /&gt;breaking this fixation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will squeeze the life out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;you can't push it underground&lt;br /&gt;you can't stop it screaming out&lt;br /&gt;how did it come to this?&lt;br /&gt;ooooohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will suck the life out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you bury it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you smother it&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you murder it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;our time is running out&lt;br /&gt;you can't push it underground&lt;br /&gt;you can't stop it screaming out&lt;br /&gt;How did it come to this?&lt;br /&gt;ooooohh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-4816504142065485109?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4816504142065485109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=4816504142065485109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4816504142065485109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4816504142065485109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2009/07/muse-time-is-running-out.html' title='Muse - Time Is Running Out'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SlaPSX-y2zI/AAAAAAAAEW8/-YsmUJAaATM/s72-c/L58261_POOL_03_J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6147051054798733998</id><published>2009-07-04T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:27:20.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/Sk-Q1-OoYUI/AAAAAAAAEW0/T8ohEAoh_pI/s1600-h/Yunaend7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354657738878640450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/Sk-Q1-OoYUI/AAAAAAAAEW0/T8ohEAoh_pI/s400/Yunaend7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up in the middle of the night…staring in the dark...my mind thinking …..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read his last messages “ Nite2 lov..lov u ..muah xoxo”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We’ve been too busy and sometimes in between space there is ‘quiet’ and sometimes ‘blue’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read back some sacred messages that I keep for my strength, an essence to move forward and holding on to it…tears slowly flows down when I miss him so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reminiscing the hey-day time and good times and some dedication songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gazing and touching some photos…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can’t sleep..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-6147051054798733998?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6147051054798733998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=6147051054798733998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6147051054798733998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6147051054798733998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/Sk-Q1-OoYUI/AAAAAAAAEW0/T8ohEAoh_pI/s72-c/Yunaend7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-8028102208351190886</id><published>2009-06-22T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:11:32.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to the one I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/Sj9KgB_1KoI/AAAAAAAAEWU/xfwUox1ueZI/s1600-h/24-05-08_2118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/Sj9KgB_1KoI/AAAAAAAAEWU/xfwUox1ueZI/s400/24-05-08_2118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350076796491868802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My hunger is not of food but sweet love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My thirst is not of water but fulfilling love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You gave me your heart and I gave mine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You gave me your love and I gave mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I traced your face with my fingers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And kissed those loving eyes with my lips&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I loved your hair when untouched&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And those ‘hug me please’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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WIDTH: 243px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338499237283423810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/ShYoxY_45kI/AAAAAAAAEV8/yTnRbEVFFaw/s400/wmi3ipoc9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They haven’t been with each other for quite some times. She was missing him terribly and he was longing for her. He’s trying to get into the life of a working environment and balance it with his personal life. On the other soft side of his, he yearned to be with his beloved once again; ‘Be strong dear, you know that I love you and I miss you too’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at his picture, a rough face with messy hair, a picture where he just got up in the morning telling her that he needed a hair cut that day. “Honey, I love to ruffle and mess up your hair” she chuckled and wished she could pinched his cheeks and kissed his lovey-dovey eyes. Her tears flow as she gazed at the picture reminiscing the old days where it was fun and love together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard for her to live in his shadow…trying to get to know him better...his way of life...his way of thinking...his gesture of love...his likeness and dislike…pleasing and unpleasant…he was no like other and she wants home to him. ‘Stop crying, love’ when she emotionally off balance, calming her restless heart. “I love you” he assured, she just wished she could run into in his arms once again; him holding her tight and plant kisses on her face…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He introduced her Kings of Leon and she loved it especially the ‘California Waiting’ since it reflects so much of their life. “I want to be with you, dear. That’s my decision, love”, she hang on to his words…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘and hey! California waiting...and every little things gotta be just right…and say, while you trying to save me…can I go back to my lonely life?”&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-YUAVXXlSM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-547012185198159914?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/547012185198159914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=547012185198159914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/547012185198159914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/547012185198159914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2009/05/california-waiting.html' title='California Waiting'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/ShYoxY_45kI/AAAAAAAAEV8/yTnRbEVFFaw/s72-c/wmi3ipoc9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-4028592967224464160</id><published>2009-05-10T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:23:44.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/Sgb_eHNUaGI/AAAAAAAAEVM/XhIYxjbN6z8/s1600-h/l_48edcaeabb05be1c86f62b4653e2ff55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334231701463001186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/Sgb_eHNUaGI/AAAAAAAAEVM/XhIYxjbN6z8/s400/l_48edcaeabb05be1c86f62b4653e2ff55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight, I went to ‘The Plain’ and sat by the bedrocks just listening to the stream, my eyes were staring at a spot and my mind, empty. My heart, beating slowly, crying out this feelings like out of touch. I have been to Eden Prime, the most beautiful place in a solar system. I can never get enough of that romantic rendezvous and the undying love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Time’ move and change the surrounding and people, from a slow phase to a faster phase…from alone and not alone…and as it goes by, it drags along either removing a scar or be scarred and felt my skin being peeled away per second and my heart beats in his name yet drawing blood and ‘vampire’ forever and the kisses where it sealed only when we close our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw dandelions ride along the soft wind which carries as far as it could. I think life is about the same theory. We move with time and go as far as we could…as far as we could, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t cry had I not loved&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t cry had I not longed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In silence and I wonder if I can steal and sealed ‘The Time of us’&lt;br /&gt;Hush..hush now…as tears flow and the pain grows, knowing it hurts when you’re in love&lt;br /&gt;One part at ‘The Plain’ and one part at ‘Eden Prime’ and one part …in ‘Whatever land’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night! Adieu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-4028592967224464160?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4028592967224464160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=4028592967224464160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4028592967224464160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4028592967224464160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2009/05/whatever-land.html' title='Whatever Land'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/Sgb_eHNUaGI/AAAAAAAAEVM/XhIYxjbN6z8/s72-c/l_48edcaeabb05be1c86f62b4653e2ff55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-4835386164214730364</id><published>2009-04-14T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:45:50.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribalwars : W.E rank 14 in world 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SeVYHKixIVI/AAAAAAAAEVE/nk7AlUZFPuQ/s1600-h/W.E+rank+14+15.4.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324759014547988818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SeVYHKixIVI/AAAAAAAAEVE/nk7AlUZFPuQ/s400/W.E+rank+14+15.4.09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all supporting members!&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;yunie10ko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-4835386164214730364?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4835386164214730364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=4835386164214730364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4835386164214730364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4835386164214730364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2009/04/tribalwars-we-rank-14-in-world-7.html' title='Tribalwars : W.E rank 14 in world 7'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SeVYHKixIVI/AAAAAAAAEVE/nk7AlUZFPuQ/s72-c/W.E+rank+14+15.4.09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-7620763052769840119</id><published>2009-04-14T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:50:28.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Tribe Yunie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SeQ-dR9-nZI/AAAAAAAAEU8/xJWCYW_72So/s1600-h/_44072951_giraffes_ap416.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SeQ8qvwUHrI/AAAAAAAAEU0/rnZwukejRHQ/s1600-h/W.E+rank+15+14.4.09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324447364530052786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SeQ8qvwUHrI/AAAAAAAAEU0/rnZwukejRHQ/s400/W.E+rank+15+14.4.09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A tribute to Tribe Yunie (W.E)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W.E is among the best 20 tribes in world 7 of tribalwars....Currently ranking 15 and soon we will reach rank 14.Thanks to all the members!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to admit that I was somewhat skeptical when Tenko introduced me to &lt;a title="Tribal Wars, a browser-based game set in the Middle Ages." href="http://www.tribalwars.net/%20"&gt;Tribal Wars&lt;/a&gt; for I dislike playing games online but it was our first game playing together and I was looking forward to it. I wonder what he was like in a game after hearing him talks about some games he played. Perhaps he too wants to find out my gaming skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it was just us. I find it rather boring for I have to upgrade the resources in order to level up the buildings and recruit troops in it. We exchange info and make fun of our Paladin. He named his paladin, Yunie and mine, Tenko. It was fun to see our villages and points grew. Our only problem was our villages were so far apart. We couldn’t send support on time when under siege. When we lost a couple of times, I had to make plans to over come our problem. We chose ‘South East’ as our home destination. We invited our friends, bro, sis and cousins to play and join our tribe ‘Whteve’ a short form of ‘Whatever’, little did they know it was actually ‘Tribe Yunie’. I wasn’t aware of it too until later. “Yunie, I named the tribe after you” he said. At first, I was shy and amused when I got to know and “How romantic!” I thought and laughed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got bigger, I invited young small players and seeking alliance with other young small tribes. I hate hostility and thus I tried to prosper the growth of Tribe Yunie also known as W.E (Whatever) by making friends with my neighbouring tribes and non ally players. It worked! We noble the barbarian villages around us and never attack players but defend our villages to the bone. And as our tribe grows, our rank shot up too. I begin to seek alliance with the bigger tribes by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time we were sabotaged by a player, Kaylan and was under a threat of a bigger tribe too, Tribe Immortal aka *I*. Panic stricken members seeking supports and we have to work even harder. Planning! Lots of planning and strategies! Tenko and I sometimes were online from night till dawn just on Tribalwars. At one point we accepted the merge with *I*. W.E became *I*-R, Tribe Immortal-Recruits. It was a bad move. We were actually being hijacked. Tenko and I rebuilt Tribe Yunie (W.E) once again and we were touched and grateful with the W.E members’ allegiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since experiencing the game for myself, I can now see the attraction. Tribal Wars has been my first introduction to a &lt;a title="Wikipedia - MMOG" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MMORPG%20"&gt;MMOG&lt;/a&gt; and while I may not be the best of players, I find the in-world politics and fight for survival fascinating. It's interesting to witness how the players, tribes and tactics evolve over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Tenko. Actually, you are good with your personal planning and strategies too. Not only you created Tribe Yunie but captured the heart of ‘Yune10ko’ too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-7620763052769840119?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7620763052769840119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=7620763052769840119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7620763052769840119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7620763052769840119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2009/04/tribute-to-tribe-yunie.html' title='Tribute to Tribe Yunie'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SeQ8qvwUHrI/AAAAAAAAEU0/rnZwukejRHQ/s72-c/W.E+rank+15+14.4.09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-7561036481131646479</id><published>2009-02-15T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:26:54.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SZjcg1EGw0I/AAAAAAAAEUM/La0lgydSZ0M/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303231017786983234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SZjcg1EGw0I/AAAAAAAAEUM/La0lgydSZ0M/s400/friendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to spend as much time I have with my beloved. Ever since our confession we haven’t hit the break and constantly in touch with one another and it is like an endless journey…We no longer wants to be by ourselves but inside one another’s dream. I began to feel the beauty in ‘Love’ and want to give more and more. I couldn’t find the exact thing or being or word to show him the ‘Beauty’ I feel for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times he said “Don’t care about it. It is us that are matter. I love you very much” whenever I feel small or lesser person. He has so much to offer whereas mine is limited. Sometimes I feel sorry for him having me as his girl but he is so persistence, adamant, focuses, loving and sacrificial. I don’t want to change him with anyone else. I am loved. What more do I want? Just that I wish that I’d be there for him like forever….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus we created our own portal, running free in our world called Eden Prime; creating an atmosphere we longed for, breaking down the barrier and distance between us, giving all and showing all, the love we have for each other…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the thought of his friends teasing him and under mining his credibility about&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SZjcJ74_qMI/AAAAAAAAEUE/c3el_ce4_CM/s1600-h/250px-Perfectffx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303230624482437314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SZjcJ74_qMI/AAAAAAAAEUE/c3el_ce4_CM/s400/250px-Perfectffx2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; his love interest. He protects and hides me from the people who don’t understand my well being. He never takes advantage of my kindness and my existence. I don’t know what he sees in me but I feel his existence and his love. I feel myself being envelope by his sincere love and he wants to give me something worth living for and I want to die for him…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is worth living for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-7561036481131646479?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7561036481131646479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=7561036481131646479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7561036481131646479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7561036481131646479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2009/02/loved.html' title='Loved'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SZjcg1EGw0I/AAAAAAAAEUM/La0lgydSZ0M/s72-c/friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-1280416431554651985</id><published>2009-01-27T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:39:51.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Tiny Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SX_RbcLm-QI/AAAAAAAAET0/d0VfjrO9Sck/s1600-h/flyin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296181956162550018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SX_RbcLm-QI/AAAAAAAAET0/d0VfjrO9Sck/s400/flyin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello…I haven’t been coming here as often as I should. I have been busy..yeah, busy building my love nest! Hahahaha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, my friend, Fendi, chat with me. The last time we talked was that he found someone and most probably his soul mate, he said. He gave me her friendster’s profile. Hazlina is her name. I was happy for him and remembered those days when he had problems over his ex girlfriend, re assuring him that the right girl will come for him…just like Azizi. Fendi got married and now a husband to Hazlina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to start and where to begin about my love life. From just a mere friend to mutual friends and then best friends and now, we are stuck to each other as lovers. WE, never though of falling in love but it did happened. Along the way, it grows unexpectedly or probably we spent too much time together and care for each other. We felt the pinch when we can’t be online and even more when he had to move away back to his home town. Both of us knew, it was ‘love’ that had developed during our friendship days. It was like a roller coaster ride. There was a high time and a low time. It was life and yet it was zombie. All this mix feelings engulf each other and yearn for more and our existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am more settled than before. I feel great! I feel loved! The best thing that ever happens to me was in love with him. He gave me freedom and everything or whatever a girl wants to be. I feel like a kite with a string bound to him. He let me fly higher to feel the life in me …to love him. In him, I am his ‘Tiny Dancer’ and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SX_Q8ftq8xI/AAAAAAAAETs/RgzOptx0kOw/s1600-h/8001050A_FC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296181424534778642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SX_Q8ftq8xI/AAAAAAAAETs/RgzOptx0kOw/s400/8001050A_FC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;forever his. He let me into his heart and pampered by his true love. I want to be there at all times..just holding his hands and rest my head on his shoulder ..Speechless over whelming by this passionate feeling and sealed it with a kiss….(Strumming my pain with his fingers...Singing my life with his words...Killing me softly with his song...Killing me softly with his song...Telling my whole life with his words...Killing me softly with his song...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love you, Tenko-san! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-1280416431554651985?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1280416431554651985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=1280416431554651985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1280416431554651985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1280416431554651985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-tiny-dancer.html' title='His Tiny Dancer'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SX_RbcLm-QI/AAAAAAAAET0/d0VfjrO9Sck/s72-c/flyin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-2041218079846117436</id><published>2008-12-14T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:41:10.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SUXTdNaYC5I/AAAAAAAAERo/4GbBe3xRFuI/s1600-h/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279858636931730322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SUXTdNaYC5I/AAAAAAAAERo/4GbBe3xRFuI/s400/020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since most of the W.E members were banned and later some accounts were deleted and lost a few trusted members, I am lost and alone. Though Tenko will always be by my side as my pillar of strength but that has not lifted my spirit in this game (Tribalwars). After tending to some necessities, I sit and wait. I played some new games like Travian, Samurai of Legend and Vampire...it just stop there with no enthusiasm in me. I tried…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make myself busy going into Friendster, MySpace, Tagged, PerfSpot and update whatever to put back the fire in me but it didn’t ignite my worldliness. I am also saddens to see my playgrounds were left in the cold and untouched by the warm embrace by my dear ones. Was I thinking too much as he suggested? Perhaps…but it doesn’t make sense when a couple of minutes, his greetings was for somebody else instead. It hurts..ok? It hurts...a little brush of denial and some how I feel left out and alone. I surf into YouTube and Metacafe and whatever I could think of to push myself away from the zero degree spaceball. Geez...I am like a bush fire, ever ready to burn myself to make way for a new life. But, I have never forget myself that in&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SUXTLK2xCSI/AAAAAAAAERg/iqeMVzMIg-U/s1600-h/yuna9_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279858327007856930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SUXTLK2xCSI/AAAAAAAAERg/iqeMVzMIg-U/s400/yuna9_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my ‘Whatever’, I am Yunie who may be bed ridden one day…I wasn’t thinking too much but in reality it is a fact and I counter check every possibilities to raise my spirit or whatever is left….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So where am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-2041218079846117436?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2041218079846117436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=2041218079846117436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/2041218079846117436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/2041218079846117436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I?'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SUXTdNaYC5I/AAAAAAAAERo/4GbBe3xRFuI/s72-c/020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-4298277217186300841</id><published>2008-12-11T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:58:32.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald's Prosperity Burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SUHSlY3bRsI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/spv8icEtAco/s1600-h/88_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278731778026849986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SUHSlY3bRsI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/spv8icEtAco/s400/88_1_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SUHSbVCY86I/AAAAAAAAEQw/Po7oDuHONCo/s1600-h/2177715178_f40b7b24ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;McDonald started selling their " prosperity burger " again for a limited time only..And this year again ....The same old beef patty " spiced with black pepper sauce " and fresh onions....again...!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But this time they have DOUBLE beef prosperity burger...double yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s Prosperity Burger only comes once a year, during the Chinese New Year (hence the name Prosperity). So it may sound like that I am really looking forward to the Chinese New Year because of the burger, which is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday my friend, Azizul, was talking about the prosperity burger. We both seem to like the same burgers..The Carls Junior’s, Burger King’s and McDonald’s Prosperity Burgers..ya, just that. We talked about Wendy’s too. Today, I got a flyer on McDonald’s Prosperity burgers and showed it to him. He was delighted and will make a date for the Prosperity burg&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SUHSNfC2dwI/AAAAAAAAEQo/AznuwLH9QJI/s1600-h/2177715488_49f814840f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278731367368521474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SUHSNfC2dwI/AAAAAAAAEQo/AznuwLH9QJI/s400/2177715488_49f814840f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ers! Yummy! Again he passed by and saw me STILL looking through the flyer and was laughing at me “Tak habis-habis lagi?” (Still hasn’t finished going through it?)...actually I was reading a fine print stating “Beef Prosperity Burger is not available in Sarawak” ...I was thinking of my dearie who won't get to enjoy the burger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But no matter what..I LOVE whoopers! (Burger King) hahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-4298277217186300841?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4298277217186300841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=4298277217186300841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4298277217186300841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4298277217186300841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/12/mcdonalds-prosperity-burger.html' title='McDonald&apos;s Prosperity Burger'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SUHSlY3bRsI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/spv8icEtAco/s72-c/88_1_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-3868862515146470274</id><published>2008-11-30T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:55:17.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switchfoot - Learning to Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/STJxBOiGwvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/eZnKouDh1GI/s1600-h/1ad89aa6-23ac-4a0f-87a8-1eea075df4b9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 379px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/STJxBOiGwvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/eZnKouDh1GI/s400/1ad89aa6-23ac-4a0f-87a8-1eea075df4b9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274402379499225842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to wake up reading messages from a loved one ^__^&lt;br /&gt;with this song in the air....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJUtQYYLSPU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, good morning, how you do?&lt;br /&gt;What makes your rising sun so new?&lt;br /&gt;I  could use a fresh beginning too&lt;br /&gt;All of my regrets are nothing new&lt;br /&gt;So this  is the way that I say I need You&lt;br /&gt;This is the way&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that  I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to crawl&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that You  and You alone can break my fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm living again, awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm  dying to breathe in these abundant skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, good morning, how you  been?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday left my head kicked in&lt;br /&gt;I never, never thought that&lt;br /&gt;I  would fall like that&lt;br /&gt;Never knew that I could hurt this bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to crawl&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that You  and You alone can break my fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm living again, awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm  dying to breathe in these abundant skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these abundant skies, yeah&lt;br /&gt;abundant skies, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is  the way that I say I need You&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that I say I love You&lt;br /&gt;This  is the way that I say I'm Yours&lt;br /&gt;This is the way, this is the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--Lyrics End--&gt;Learning to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to crawl&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that You  and You alone can break my fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm living again, awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm  dying to breathe in these abundant skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, good morning, how you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Aifailoffofyufusofovafaryfymachfach!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-3868862515146470274?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3868862515146470274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=3868862515146470274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3868862515146470274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3868862515146470274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/11/switchfoot-learning-to-breathe.html' title='Switchfoot - Learning to Breathe'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/STJxBOiGwvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/eZnKouDh1GI/s72-c/1ad89aa6-23ac-4a0f-87a8-1eea075df4b9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-7287890796725737075</id><published>2008-11-27T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:48:19.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Biohazard game: I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SS-bR1wKzXI/AAAAAAAAEP4/gsd8awlGfwk/s1600-h/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273604419463335282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SS-bR1wKzXI/AAAAAAAAEP4/gsd8awlGfwk/s400/64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a game, a biohazard ‘I love You' game. One of people's choice favourite and hostile game of all time. Have you heard of this game? OK, let me tell you what had happened ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been in this game for so long. I wasn’t interested in this ‘I Love You’ anyway. I have indirectly been ushered to this game but I played plain dumb and will ignore any invitations which will lead me to this. However, I got this visiting from a guy, a year ago and I don’t mind being visited by him and I told him I don’t play ‘I Love You’ game. “Me too” he said and we became friends…we played any games ^_^. Then somehow we did play it for we have known each other and there is nothing to be afraid of or doubt anyway. It was meant for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, I got confused. Geez…what did happen? Shall I surrender and tell him I don’t want to play anymore? It is very uncanny of me to just give up for I am a fighter and even if the character dies, I play it again and again until I scores! And yes, I raised the ‘White Flag’ (reminds me of Dido). “Hey, you won in the ‘I Love You’ game and it doesn’t matter anymore” He was relieved. Next he showed the prizes he got from that game and willing to share it with me. It was our efforts anyway and he wanted me to have it too. I was happy and how thoughtful of him ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yuna, in ‘I Love You’ game he forgot to say the magic word! And that means he didn’t win that war game and you have actually supposed not to surrender that soon” said my friend who have been playing this game like a pro. I got restless and tried not to bother because anyway we have called it even….I Think. Until, “Excuse me, I want to know did I do the right thing?” I asked my friend and somehow my doubts fall in. “IF you want, I can help you…actually it doesn’t work that way” he continues. My world was spinning and spiraling down but I don’t need his help. I know how to deal with it…it is getting more personal now. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SS-bAmToAqI/AAAAAAAAEPw/Vhw4s8bgZr0/s1600-h/FF_Agito_XIII2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273604123259306658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SS-bAmToAqI/AAAAAAAAEPw/Vhw4s8bgZr0/s400/FF_Agito_XIII2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yuna, I have placed the play cards to your opponent. Did you get that magic word?” my friend sms-ed that evening while I was in the shower. I was like “AAARRRGGGHHH!!”. I know he meant well but I don’t need anyone to baby sit my ‘I Love You’ accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the war game started. It was rather serious this time and I want to end this war, PERIOD! We didn’t choose the battle ground but my friend initiated it. He almost lost in the game. I drop the bomb into the rabbit hole. He knew, it was not my style dropping the bomb that way. A daredevil's move shall I say. He knew what’s in my head that night and have to play his cards right. He was furious with my friend who intervent and placed doubts and nonsense in his girl’s mind. He wants her back and luckily he drew the right card of “You know I love you too”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yuna, actually he’s supposed to throw in two cards of ‘I love you’ and ‘Will you be my girl’ ?” my friend explained. “Oh, shut up will you! I don’t want to play any more stupid ‘I Love You’ war game” Besides I have already settled with him with “No more doubts…no more doubts!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew!&lt;br /&gt;Now I am playing other games like “Behind the close door”, “Headaches Medicare”, “Secrets” and “Mind your own business” . Oh yes, I am also playing the second version of “I Love You”, the “I Love you very much” hahahahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SS-bd3y2rPI/AAAAAAAAEQA/8XIdGNn4pz4/s1600-h/lovehelp.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273604626169900274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SS-bd3y2rPI/AAAAAAAAEQA/8XIdGNn4pz4/s400/lovehelp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U should try ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-7287890796725737075?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7287890796725737075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=7287890796725737075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7287890796725737075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7287890796725737075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/11/biohazard-game-i-love-you.html' title='A Biohazard game: I Love You'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SS-bR1wKzXI/AAAAAAAAEP4/gsd8awlGfwk/s72-c/64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-5141311292627689701</id><published>2008-11-24T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:46:54.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alright dearie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SStS5aatHlI/AAAAAAAAEPg/R36WD-C8qq0/s1600-h/ffx_Screenshots_063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272398935064649298" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px; height: 287px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SStS5aatHlI/AAAAAAAAEPg/R36WD-C8qq0/s400/ffx_Screenshots_063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SStRb_V4s7I/AAAAAAAAEPY/Ht7ecJg68Nw/s1600-h/1880899268a3650242890b184543482l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been so many days I was restless…thinking too much of my life. At first, I thought I’d be ok that I am able to control my emotions. But ever since he can’t online I feel the pain in me…it bothers me so. Putting my concentration on Tribalwars , a diversion, not to think so much of the missing days we have. I guess he felt the same too…his text messaging beginning to reveal his feelings for he is not the kind of person who would just say out loud. I hold on to it and read over and over and over and over again. Whenever I missed him, I read it over and over again. He has touched my heart and melted the iron ore covering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night he told me that he was going home the next day, I was longing for him…crying silently myself to sleep. He has been away too long and I too want him back to where he belong and fix our missing puzzle from where we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be alright, I have him. Ever since I let him into my dream domain, The Plain, I knew it wasn’t just an empty talk and picnic we had back then…it was a gesture to spend together at all times. The dream we share was our only visiting, a time machine, where we run free and express ourselves… &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SStRGoVd3ZI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/qUkIzquQIzY/s1600-h/2050417873_10897bc0dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272396963115818386" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 256px; height: 203px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SStRGoVd3ZI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/qUkIzquQIzY/s400/2050417873_10897bc0dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Eden Prime, counting shooting stars? The night glowed in romantic purple with two moons raised high above. It wasn’t about Burger King and whoopers for supper too. It was just the two of us moonlighting together until we fall asleep…don’t want to let go until the sun greet us and take our dream away …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here now…I am calm…I am alright! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-5141311292627689701?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5141311292627689701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=5141311292627689701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5141311292627689701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5141311292627689701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-alright-dearie.html' title='I am alright dearie...'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SStS5aatHlI/AAAAAAAAEPg/R36WD-C8qq0/s72-c/ffx_Screenshots_063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-1124696665242064512</id><published>2008-11-22T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:32:23.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing on a wire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SSjb7pCqQ9I/AAAAAAAAEOA/Zi67cGUtTtE/s1600-h/2050383235_15499c19be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271705181512942546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SSjb7pCqQ9I/AAAAAAAAEOA/Zi67cGUtTtE/s400/2050383235_15499c19be.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t know where we stand but we have mutual feelings and understanding. Once again my life was not like before. We are so far and yet so close. It hurts so much so that I cannot take it anymore. I feel like running away as far as I could and barf out whatever feelings that is hurting me inside. All those words he gave me …only he knew…or was I wrong? The further we are the closer we gets…confused and in dilemma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We care so much and respect our differences…I was afraid if it is too much, I cannot handle it, I may end up in much worst situation of my life and that my heart was touched for the wrong reason and I can never play the games again…ever! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SSjbQ4kSgxI/AAAAAAAAEN4/LeQfiAiIM2U/s1600-h/passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271704446946149138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SSjbQ4kSgxI/AAAAAAAAEN4/LeQfiAiIM2U/s400/passion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I cannot withhold anymore and told him so….for I seek the calmness in me, to take away the pain and confusion…I rest my case and I am balancing on a wire...just dont catch me when I fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-1124696665242064512?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1124696665242064512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=1124696665242064512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1124696665242064512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1124696665242064512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/11/balancing-on-wire.html' title='Balancing on a wire'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SSjb7pCqQ9I/AAAAAAAAEOA/Zi67cGUtTtE/s72-c/2050383235_15499c19be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6862238620701953078</id><published>2008-11-17T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T05:09:40.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SSJLb0__qyI/AAAAAAAAENw/wejXS70_Lis/s1600-h/z72340750vc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269857455432510242" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 301px; height: 209px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SSJLb0__qyI/AAAAAAAAENw/wejXS70_Lis/s400/z72340750vc4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Too tired to sleep, too weary to think, too exhausted to stay another hour…I just want to relax for a while and thought about ….......I used to spend my midnight hour chatting with him…yeah, about anything! Most of the time we end up with our making-up stories, traveling near and far, continuing our rendezvous in another portal, our dream world….hahaha just having fun our ways. I miss our talks and stories….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lets go to Rome, we meet at the coliseums” he sms-ed. “Tell me about it, I’ll listen to your war story with awe!” I just love to hear him explaining in details of any war epics like a historian telling me what weapons they had, how many they were, war formation and strategies, right down to the garments, also about the reasons behind the winning and losing. I know some wars but unlike him, he tore it right down in the middle and spread out and turn it into a world map history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with text messaging, we just let our imagination run free. “Ok, c ya!” short and sweet but no frills. When he said ‘Miss u dearie’ I guess we both miss our usual good-night-cap to seal it with our usual bedtime stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SSJKrGu9BMI/AAAAAAAAENo/XphFL8COJRw/s1600-h/071012071516110605_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269856618379281602" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 287px; height: 167px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SSJKrGu9BMI/AAAAAAAAENo/XphFL8COJRw/s400/071012071516110605_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we finally rest to sleep with a smile on our face, thinking of nothing else but the fun we just had a few minutes ago with our text messaging game…ending the day…full stop…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAif3KBavSQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gv4JnFClVmo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-6862238620701953078?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6862238620701953078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=6862238620701953078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6862238620701953078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6862238620701953078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/11/miss-you-nights.html' title='Miss you nights'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SSJLb0__qyI/AAAAAAAAENw/wejXS70_Lis/s72-c/z72340750vc4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-3827956851174660152</id><published>2008-11-12T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:51:18.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SRsJJhxkC5I/AAAAAAAAENY/yuNHvpdeKUM/s1600-h/l_97c29c53f0ce50fa4a47cab4fef013ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267814248429652882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SRsJJhxkC5I/AAAAAAAAENY/yuNHvpdeKUM/s400/l_97c29c53f0ce50fa4a47cab4fef013ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is strange tonight…all quiet…and I am alone..&lt;br /&gt;The oneness and loneliness brought me back to where I was before …totally one and independent and longing for no one…my fingers were not tapping on the key boards but the play station joystick. My eyes glued on the TV Screen absorbed into the characters I played in a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, my heart felt different, I feel the tinge of pain deep in my heart like a long needle slowly poked through it and I want to cry for no apparent reason. And I feel strange tonight like I am splitting into two. ‘Lost Butterfly’ sang by Rurutia was in the air gives an impact to the surrounding…I am unguard…I am without wings…I am mute…I am blind…I am deaf…I am soulless…I am without dream…I am Vaccum..I am nothing…I am LOST! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWmcUQqoakM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWmcUQqoakM&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/4405525459482198710-3827956851174660152?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3827956851174660152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=3827956851174660152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3827956851174660152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3827956851174660152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SRsJJhxkC5I/AAAAAAAAENY/yuNHvpdeKUM/s72-c/l_97c29c53f0ce50fa4a47cab4fef013ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6572349538186548467</id><published>2008-11-05T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:57:52.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>W.E rank 25!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SRJ5C_uH4jI/AAAAAAAAC7U/JaIxxoEUOgY/s1600-h/W.E+rank+25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265404006721118770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SRJ5C_uH4jI/AAAAAAAAC7U/JaIxxoEUOgY/s400/W.E+rank+25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a show off!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W.E is now rank 25 in world 7 of Tribalwars! YEAH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to all members...keep up with your good work...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-6572349538186548467?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6572349538186548467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=6572349538186548467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6572349538186548467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6572349538186548467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-rank-25.html' title='W.E rank 25!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SRJ5C_uH4jI/AAAAAAAAC7U/JaIxxoEUOgY/s72-c/W.E+rank+25.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-5583690736791809114</id><published>2008-11-05T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:25:02.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SRJ1pwfftTI/AAAAAAAAC7E/SMhrMfD-8fI/s1600-h/Summoner_Yuna_by_FallingFeathers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265400274601620786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SRJ1pwfftTI/AAAAAAAAC7E/SMhrMfD-8fI/s320/Summoner_Yuna_by_FallingFeathers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am very happy that W.E gets going and marching up. I have no complaints since then. Members are doing their best maintaining a neutral tribe concept and for the first time I feel so relax managing W.E in Tribalwars. There is a lot more to learn about this game where you find rivals, friends and foe…In fact, perhaps you find your partner too who is willing to make your goals happening in your tribe and believing in you. Indirectly, it is a virtual society, a community, your own kingdom and civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, is a quiet week to me. There will be a big change in my daily activity nearing to the middle of November. I have to adjust myself to whatever circumstances to keep me busy after Tenko left to Bintulu, his home town in Sarawak. Though he said that he’ll be in touch whenever he can, things will be different from then on….I know dear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to spend more time with my favourite guy playing games, exchanging songs, music and any news or info. I think by now, we are more at ease since the day I told him what is in my heart, my mind and my selfness. We just enjoy and share our mutual friendship and perhaps maybe envy to some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SRJ0LqIBKDI/AAAAAAAAC60/sDNzmmVm_Ic/s1600-h/l_fdce2accec47435e8953322977145d13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265398657984833586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SRJ0LqIBKDI/AAAAAAAAC60/sDNzmmVm_Ic/s320/l_fdce2accec47435e8953322977145d13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenko-san you are the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;Anymore challenging games? Hahahaha..I guess by now you know how far and serious I am when I am in a game…A bit ‘ &lt;em&gt;kiasu &lt;/em&gt;’ you may say for I always want to have the best personal result.&lt;br /&gt;Duke Nukem once said “Come get SOME!” (raining bullets!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, got to horned my shooting skills once again..in Team Fortress 2? (&lt;em&gt;adeii..I tunggu nih!!!!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am contented! XOXOXOXO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SRJ0LqIBKDI/AAAAAAAAC60/sDNzmmVm_Ic/s1600-h/l_fdce2accec47435e8953322977145d13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-5583690736791809114?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5583690736791809114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=5583690736791809114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5583690736791809114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5583690736791809114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-season.html' title='Quiet Phase'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SRJ1pwfftTI/AAAAAAAAC7E/SMhrMfD-8fI/s72-c/Summoner_Yuna_by_FallingFeathers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-7325958013476695266</id><published>2008-11-03T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:29:42.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Arms by Mariah Carey</title><content type='html'>Dedicate this song to Dearie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye8oc98qfHk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ye8oc98qfHk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-7325958013476695266?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7325958013476695266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=7325958013476695266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7325958013476695266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7325958013476695266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/11/open-arms-by-mariah-carey.html' title='Open Arms by Mariah Carey'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-797383741762678074</id><published>2008-10-26T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:00:27.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W.E Forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SQVHJ_FvS7I/AAAAAAAAC5c/oDUWzCij9ac/s1600-h/FFXII_judge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261689976532192178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SQVHJ_FvS7I/AAAAAAAAC5c/oDUWzCij9ac/s320/FFXII_judge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tribalwars: World 7 &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am dedicating this song to the tribe W.E and a tribute to all loyal members who brought W.E back to live. Tenko and I are honored and would be remembering that to date is the birth of our tribe Yunie aka W.E. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.E ..Keep holding on..I won't give in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jFaAcRWibY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jFaAcRWibY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With YOU by my side I'll fight and defend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-797383741762678074?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/797383741762678074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=797383741762678074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/797383741762678074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/797383741762678074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-forever.html' title='W.E Forever!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SQVHJ_FvS7I/AAAAAAAAC5c/oDUWzCij9ac/s72-c/FFXII_judge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-4293678658495649812</id><published>2008-10-20T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:44:09.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go stealth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SP1ra-tG5MI/AAAAAAAAC5E/b2PCRbC_E1c/s1600-h/ATT980957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259478051091571906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SP1ra-tG5MI/AAAAAAAAC5E/b2PCRbC_E1c/s320/ATT980957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was a bit taken when he was screaming from the other end like “Damn! You wasted my time!”...thats what I felt. Confusion set in or was I too much? I felt guilty of course and I thought about our nuts, chasing round the bush, exchanging words and our findings trying to find a solution over a non important matter which we thought it was from the beginning…(oh dear!). I went into ‘vacuum’ and isolate myself. I don’t want to think further more but ‘Sorry..sorry..sorry..’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend was wondering if I am ok since I was quiet and didn’t say much. I have been receiving a number of negative energies and this small one just added to my blue mood. Ever since ‘I will be off during your General Assembly” My lips were tighten and tears envelope my eyes. I don’t want to show my sorrow and I don’t want to spoil whatever left we had. Days are numbered. For a while I was staring blindly and couldn’t think until he asked “What were you doin&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SP1sBnb3QbI/AAAAAAAAC5M/HHtWFzXk5cM/s1600-h/071012182501110650_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259478714860126642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="228" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SP1sBnb3QbI/AAAAAAAAC5M/HHtWFzXk5cM/s320/071012182501110650_l.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g?” that brought me back to just play along and have a good chat till morning after. “Don’t make any promises” I once told him for I hate promises. They are either to be kept or broken. I rather take my days run freely and no empty promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I thought of good friends I have and had. I just wish I could start all over again and maintain the friendship like the beginning of our acquaintance. Those days were more fun and full of laughter. I think they probably agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows were wide open and now shutters have set up and soon the blind will completely close and there is only one door...and go stealth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-4293678658495649812?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4293678658495649812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=4293678658495649812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4293678658495649812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4293678658495649812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-stealth.html' title='Go stealth'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SP1ra-tG5MI/AAAAAAAAC5E/b2PCRbC_E1c/s72-c/ATT980957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-407689999267358300</id><published>2008-10-14T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:51:19.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Flaw by South Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SPRaWcz82-I/AAAAAAAAC4s/q9UJmX1K8pI/s1600-h/yuna9_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256926006785924066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SPRaWcz82-I/AAAAAAAAC4s/q9UJmX1K8pI/s320/yuna9_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this song so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9k61jX_G_k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9k61jX_G_k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me be careful&lt;br /&gt;They said be weary of you&lt;br /&gt;They warned: persistence is the fatal flaw&lt;br /&gt;I find myself waiting&lt;br /&gt;I find myself hoping that you’d&lt;br /&gt;One day fall into my open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s okay, you can just call me friend&lt;br /&gt;Even though I mind, I’ll just take the back seat again&lt;br /&gt;Cuz in the end, I’m here&lt;br /&gt;In the end just sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;Seasons change, now making way&lt;br /&gt;As I’m just waiting, waiting, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been here a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fight the dying breath&lt;br /&gt;Why is every step I take so damn hard&lt;br /&gt;I got some battle wounds from this&lt;br /&gt;I got the sinking feeling in my skin&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting tired of the night&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting for your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s okay, you can just call me friend&lt;br /&gt;Even though I mind, I’ll just take the back seat again&lt;br /&gt;Cuz in the end, I’m here&lt;br /&gt;In the end just sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;Seasons change, now making way&lt;br /&gt;As I’m just waiting, waiting, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s okay, you can just call me friend&lt;br /&gt;Even though I mind, I’ll just take the back seat again&lt;br /&gt;Cuz in the end, I’m here&lt;br /&gt;In the end just sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;Seasons change, now making way&lt;br /&gt;As I’m just waiting, waiting, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;As I’m just waiting, waiting, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;As I’m just waiting, waiting, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said be weary of you&lt;br /&gt;They warned: persistence is the fatal flaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-407689999267358300?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/407689999267358300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=407689999267358300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/407689999267358300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/407689999267358300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/10/fatal-flaw-by-south-jordan.html' title='Fatal Flaw by South Jordan'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SPRaWcz82-I/AAAAAAAAC4s/q9UJmX1K8pI/s72-c/yuna9_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-1439959851208836188</id><published>2008-10-06T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:52:31.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W.E is moving up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOoSZRLGDFI/AAAAAAAAC4E/c90_HV9nDNw/s1600-h/I-R+6.10.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254032140597070930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOoSZRLGDFI/AAAAAAAAC4E/c90_HV9nDNw/s320/I-R+6.10.08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been many days, Tenko and I, have been playing ‘Spore’ before we check into our Tribalwars game. Beside that, we’ll be sending SuperPoke messages in MySpace, plus playing with our SuperPoke pet Tigers. We love to see whose pet is the most decorated pet. Hahahaha...."Yunie, my Vampire is now level 6” He said last night and showed me the screen shot. I was like “Aaarrgghh!" when I got to know he named ME for his vampire. Geez! I haven’t been playing the Vampire game for many days but I am right behind him (Level 5)..Hmm..I’ll catch up =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two nights ago we were discussing about the growth of our tribe in Tribalwars. The morning after he sent me an interesting text messaging to which I was not surprised at all. Tribe *I* has offered us a mergence with them. Our tribe will be an extension to the second largest and strongest tribe in World 7. Just a month ago we have been tryi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOoSO4S0G4I/AAAAAAAAC38/Ehzp0iGv5ns/s1600-h/5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254031962119871362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOoSO4S0G4I/AAAAAAAAC38/Ehzp0iGv5ns/s320/5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng to get a new sub-tribe called ‘W.E-R’, an academy to the parent tribe, W.E. There were two other tribes offered to become our Academy but were irrelevant. And ever since our encounter with the *I* member council, we have been corresponding non stop, making deals and proposals. We always do what is best for our members. Our members don’t really know the bruises and wounds we had to endure to bring up W.E. It has always been about them, our members. And, it is also about our achievement too, our rank was 28 just two days ago. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 6th October, 2008, Tribe Yunie aka W.E is officially known as *I*-R, the most influence tribe in World 7. Ironically there is a similarity of ‘R’ (Recruit) on making an Academy. “Yunie, I know you would love to keep the name W.E ” he said the night before, sensing the restless in me since I didn’t talk much. This time, I let him have the upper hand, his tribe, his decision. Tears swelling from the corner of my eyes, not wanting him to know the real truth how I felt that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t hold on anymore and I had to let it out, I was crying when I saw W.E as *I&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOoRlgW3ldI/AAAAAAAAC30/vjD18C0KoWk/s1600-h/avatar2992_3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254031251319789010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOoRlgW3ldI/AAAAAAAAC30/vjD18C0KoWk/s320/avatar2992_3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*-R. I underestimate myself of wanting the changes, which benefit the members. I felt the lost for losing the original identity...our main purpose in playing Tribalwars. Tenko was not available but I am also not so sure if he could handle my sorrow. “Houston! We have trouble!” I quickly called Naqi and the rain set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory: 19 November 2008, is W.E’s 1st anniversary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-1439959851208836188?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1439959851208836188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=1439959851208836188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1439959851208836188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1439959851208836188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-is-moving-up.html' title='W.E is moving up!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOoSZRLGDFI/AAAAAAAAC4E/c90_HV9nDNw/s72-c/I-R+6.10.08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-2555383157731151294</id><published>2008-09-28T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:42:27.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK and not ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOBcptdcXNI/AAAAAAAAC3k/CQgNAoKlyY0/s1600-h/Yunaend7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251299037161479378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOBcptdcXNI/AAAAAAAAC3k/CQgNAoKlyY0/s320/Yunaend7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok…..not ok…..ok…..not ok….ok…not ok&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am getting fed-up of can’t be doing much of late. Most of my activities have been slowed down…I will online occasionally just to catch up with him. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Nothing, just with you” for I have no energy just to browse my usual routine checking on the Tribalwars and others. I just want to chat after hours and hours of sleeping and recuperating. My mum will come in once a while to check if I am ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you are not well, please don’t go or you’ll be sick” he advised on my pre-planned Saturday outings. It was a great Saturday and text him once a while,  ‘There’s a co&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOBbtO0QkqI/AAAAAAAAC3U/JxClIBMGkRI/s1600-h/28092008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251297998143525538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="215" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOBbtO0QkqI/AAAAAAAAC3U/JxClIBMGkRI/s320/28092008(002).jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;splay at Mid Valley’. My supposed to be shopping was ditched and went to the Convention Center instead, participated in some online games just to get that blown-up Panda Toy. My feet were aching and the blisters were slowing my strut…Geez! Later on, gave him full details of whatever fun and the spoilt dinner we all had. It was great but not to the fullest, it could have been better. I woke the next day with heavy head and exhaustion was hampering me all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after played ‘Spore’ for awhile, I told him the frustration I felt on being sick and not able to be active for the past week. I felt guilty of leaving all the Tribalwars’ matters to him alone and promise to come back once I am truly alright. “Can you handle it?” seeking assurance.. He is the most patient guy I know who will absorb anything I give…time, disappointment, anger, fun, laughter and endearment…He IS the Panda! Rough but yet gentle where I usually will run to him for comforting. As for&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOBbWOjTcJI/AAAAAAAAC3M/3kQiqCkSGUo/s1600-h/Eden_Prime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251297602935419026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="203" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOBbWOjTcJI/AAAAAAAAC3M/3kQiqCkSGUo/s320/Eden_Prime.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tribalwars concerned, he knows that I’ll defend and fought for him to the fullest. If not, what is ‘W.E ’ (tribe) without him and me. We are partners! And as for the sick me…I am a fighter…his side kicks…is fighting out to kick some butts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling weak and drousy....&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait Eden Prime, I am on my way there…&lt;br /&gt;The deep purple will fall when the blue and the red moons are high above and we’ll be counting stars for the Burger King wars! Hahahaha…yeah..Whoopers! ZZZZZZZzzzzzz…… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-2555383157731151294?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2555383157731151294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=2555383157731151294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/2555383157731151294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/2555383157731151294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-and-not-ok.html' title='OK and not ok'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SOBcptdcXNI/AAAAAAAAC3k/CQgNAoKlyY0/s72-c/Yunaend7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-1155286474883906257</id><published>2008-09-09T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:33:12.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W.E!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SMYoccStp2I/AAAAAAAAC2k/rjnc1hfQ-nI/s1600-h/W.E+Rank+32+as+at+8.9.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243923285215651682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SMYoccStp2I/AAAAAAAAC2k/rjnc1hfQ-nI/s320/W.E+Rank+32+as+at+8.9.08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been awhile I have not blog. Busy as ever!&lt;br /&gt;But last night, I discussed about our tribe’s next plan with my Tribalwars partner, Tenko, leader of Yunie tribe aka W.E (Whatever!). We were surprised that though most of our members are and were under siege but our ranking is still rising. Surprisingly more players wanted to join our tribe. There is nothing special in our tribe as we are neither fighters nor looking for trouble. Unlike our allies who have more fighters in their tribe where some of our members joint venture with them taking other players’ villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the 2nd biggest tribe *I* aka Immortal is pounding on tribes like us and our allies to gain more points to conquer the North, South and West for coalition, to be the number ONE in World 7 where T.F.B aka The Fluffy Bunny has been holding the trophy for such a long time. Wake up T.F.B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is your next plan, Yunie?” He asked.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought W.E should have more grounds in world 7. Just last Sunday, I have sent nobles out to conquer some villages at another continent and thus explaining to Tenko on our movement to settle in the center block of world 7 and then spread out like a star. “It is like the Chinese!” I told him. “You know, there are china town in every country in this world and I want to adopt that plan” I smiled. And yet, time is the factor. I am wondering for how long we are going to play this game. It is not easy to be the Duke and Baron in the tribe. We don’t play full time and will log in whenever we can. “Tenko, we did well ha? We are rank 32 in World 7! Best fifties! I never thought we could go this far and that we have so many members now….Are we going for 20?” The feeling was so soothing and damn proud of our achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.E’ll see…! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-1155286474883906257?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1155286474883906257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=1155286474883906257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1155286474883906257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1155286474883906257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/09/we.html' title='W.E!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SMYoccStp2I/AAAAAAAAC2k/rjnc1hfQ-nI/s72-c/W.E+Rank+32+as+at+8.9.08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-1047495589835317197</id><published>2008-08-20T01:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:10:42.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SKvQRGOuhuI/AAAAAAAAC2c/THP-btinC9w/s1600-h/0510050929085fo-3150_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236507983897069282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="205" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SKvQRGOuhuI/AAAAAAAAC2c/THP-btinC9w/s320/0510050929085fo-3150_l.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grey&lt;br /&gt;There is a period I call it Grey Period as nothing seems right as planned, wrong words, wrong perception, misunderstanding, bad news and nothing seems to be over whelming; hurt and sadness goes deeper and deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;I felt blue and can’t even lift a smile. My mind wonders away thinking and thinking and perhaps rerun of the incident which I wish I could have make changes, to make a difference, to make a mend. Teary eyes reflect the pain and sorrow in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White&lt;br /&gt;This could be pure and my internal instinct has not betrayed me at all. It could also mean that I am worried and scared shit to lose a valuable asset. Picture framed, hoping to steal the moment to stand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats faster and harder. I am alive but life is like dead….will I bleed for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;It does not resemble evil but restoring my sanction, back to my cold dark room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow&lt;br /&gt;A bright light showers me with warmth and kindness, hugs and kisses that still waits for my return patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SKvP_j_nyXI/AAAAAAAAC2U/YWEsoRCIgJE/s1600-h/yuna9_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236507682649131378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SKvP_j_nyXI/AAAAAAAAC2U/YWEsoRCIgJE/s320/yuna9_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple&lt;br /&gt;I brave the storm. In silent no words express my sadness moment….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-1047495589835317197?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1047495589835317197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=1047495589835317197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1047495589835317197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1047495589835317197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/08/colours-of-day.html' title='Colours of the day'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SKvQRGOuhuI/AAAAAAAAC2c/THP-btinC9w/s72-c/0510050929085fo-3150_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-3432258849494267799</id><published>2008-08-01T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T02:31:02.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SJLXoPNCGTI/AAAAAAAAC2E/ZMOUhouimXg/s1600-h/ff7_advent_children_1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229479203606501682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="159" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SJLXoPNCGTI/AAAAAAAAC2E/ZMOUhouimXg/s320/ff7_advent_children_1759.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since we became closer, our conversations are more casual and relax…buddies! He’s very open and we are very playful. I used to say that he’s mysterious and I think he like the idea of me portraying him as Cloud Strife (FF7 protagonist)who is sensual, quiet, a loner and mysterious. From my point of view, he likes to be in control of himself but is he able to dodge his Yunie’s charm? Hahahaha…..(just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes no plan and if he wants to go he’ll just go along with his guts to which I think sometimes he is nuts! “Could you at least check it out? Have you confirmed? Where are you now? What? So What now? Stay put and get help..bla..bla..bla..” I turned out to be a nagging nanny at one point (My eyes are rolling..tist!tist!tist!tist!) Hmm..I wondered if he enjoyed making me being over-the-edge and worrying. “I’ll be ok” That’s what he’ll say in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently he’s adding more kilos for his six packs (hahahahaha…) but back in my mind I wished I could say “You are really a Panda!” since he is always “I have just eaten but am still hungry” and off he goes for more bites..Geez! Last night he wrote “Hehe..I cannot fit in to my slack and I am zipping half way” I was laughing my head off. I feel sorry for him and wish I could help him…(hahahaha..LOL! still laughing! Oo dear..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t have to cook tonight, I think I have had enough about food” me, making up story. It is our way to bid goodnight, so we put up some imagination on places we should go or would be doing in our dreams..yes, dream! “Then where are you going?” he asked. “The usual place” I said. For the first time he complaint &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SJLWEGoa0dI/AAAAAAAAC1k/QKTSXPMr5Gg/s1600-h/21640507346147l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229477483318530514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="204" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SJLWEGoa0dI/AAAAAAAAC1k/QKTSXPMr5Gg/s320/21640507346147l.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about us going to my choice of destination. This time he wants us to be in his dream world. “Lets go snorkeling in Similanjau (somewhere in Sarawak)..the water is crystal clear and there are many corals and fishes to see and I want to meet Patrick the Star Fish (from Spongbob, his favaourite)!” he giggles. I was so delighted to hear that he finally cooking up a story instead of me..(hahahahaha…charmed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we go…snoring zzzzzzzz! (Geez..it is snorkeling la…!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-3432258849494267799?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3432258849494267799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=3432258849494267799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3432258849494267799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3432258849494267799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/08/charming.html' title='Charming!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SJLXoPNCGTI/AAAAAAAAC2E/ZMOUhouimXg/s72-c/ff7_advent_children_1759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-3889148973705549670</id><published>2008-07-16T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:41:39.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret rendezvous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SH6jDy2c3gI/AAAAAAAAC0c/ALe65v22mdQ/s1600-h/scenery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223791903381446146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SH6jDy2c3gI/AAAAAAAAC0c/ALe65v22mdQ/s320/scenery.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Do you want to come?” I asked him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a place that only existed in Yuna’s world, just a plain, a grassland, an open space..so wide and serene but I have a favourite spot. It is just by the stream over a slope there’s a shady tree. The stream is crystal clear with lots of beautiful pebbles in it. The weather is fine and windy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you do?” he wondered&lt;br /&gt;I usually go there for a picnic…relax, lying in the grass. I can even hear the soft trickling sound of the river and the grass whistle when it rubs against each other in the wind. “Ok, I’ll come because I am going to roll in the grass” he said. I laughed because I find it rather odd and funny. Back in my mind that after all the years, I have not told anyone of my secret rendezvous...One must thinking that its weird but to fall asleep I usually imagined of this secret place I’&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SH6ixNOoCvI/AAAAAAAAC0U/jf3NhOgfles/s1600-h/bxp59807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223791584044649202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" height="259" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SH6ixNOoCvI/AAAAAAAAC0U/jf3NhOgfles/s320/bxp59807.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d go to. Just to ease my mind and calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll bring the sandwiches and you bring the Ribena” we chuckled. He knows that I am good at setting up mind games which we call it bed time stories just before we bid goodnight. Maybe it is something new to him; maybe he was just being cool and played along; maybe he just want to make me happy…..maybe..maybe..maybe..maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just use your imagination to make up a wonderful story and adventure, sharing with someone whom you care and who is/are very sporting and it can make your day extra special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-3889148973705549670?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3889148973705549670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=3889148973705549670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3889148973705549670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3889148973705549670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/07/secret-rendezvous.html' title='Secret rendezvous'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SH6jDy2c3gI/AAAAAAAAC0c/ALe65v22mdQ/s72-c/scenery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-8869876596745542929</id><published>2008-07-12T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:27:58.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down..down..down..down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsnIESGLsfE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsnIESGLsfE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-8869876596745542929?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8869876596745542929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=8869876596745542929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8869876596745542929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8869876596745542929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/07/downdowndowndown.html' title='Down..down..down..down...'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-5317549456236416991</id><published>2008-07-12T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:03:16.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on dear Yuna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SHhkwgzPdxI/AAAAAAAACz8/gWadOO2sLd0/s1600-h/u+will+find+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SHhkwgzPdxI/AAAAAAAACz8/gWadOO2sLd0/s320/u+will+find+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222034552537446162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was about this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xo0bpPbiUlM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xo0bpPbiUlM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been listening and singing it over n over to make room and to be free again…Having a fabulous time playing games online and I feel home once again and I am not alone…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t help laughing and admiring the Jonas Brothers did their gig on their official ‘Hold On’ video clips…I feel my room lighten up, with my guitar hero in my hand, following Kevin’s dance and movement &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and pretending I am with them too….wuhoo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;We don’t have time left to regret (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;It will take more than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; common sense (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;So stop your wondering take a stand (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;There's more to life than just to live (hold on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;'cause an empty room can be so loud&lt;br /&gt;It's too many tears to drown them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;I have lost too many friends…friends that hurt my feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;I forgive them and I hope they enjoyed the friendship that I gave or offer..&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need more…just be with me drowning my empty roo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;m with so call friends who believe in sincerity and simplicity…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Hmm..sometimes I am a bit hard and yet I am not pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Rest assure, I was just helping…&lt;br /&gt;So come on and sing with me if you believe in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhlcOMxBMoo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhlcOMxBMoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;When it falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;And your feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;All your hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;don’t forget to hold on, hold on”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-5317549456236416991?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5317549456236416991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=5317549456236416991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5317549456236416991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5317549456236416991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/07/hold-on-dear-yuna.html' title='Hold on dear Yuna!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SHhkwgzPdxI/AAAAAAAACz8/gWadOO2sLd0/s72-c/u+will+find+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-4686203708897467791</id><published>2008-07-02T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T02:04:59.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am nobody’s baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SGtCycjIK7I/AAAAAAAACzc/FqK7ukbdtCQ/s1600-h/312980226_6dfb62a5a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218338027663272882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="278" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SGtCycjIK7I/AAAAAAAACzc/FqK7ukbdtCQ/s320/312980226_6dfb62a5a6.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“u r a different girl” he said about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about this, me being different and I think everyone has the right to be different, their own identity. ‘u r the first gamer girl that I come to know’ he explained. At first I was a bit apprehend with that statement. I believe there are many other girls gamer in the world. But perception works differently through the eyes of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By nature, I am a very private person. One hardly sees me mingle but I am quiet popular with the people who knows me who I am…a blogger and a gamer. Just asked me, I’ll sincerely help out but just don’t bark at me. I retreat and won’t come around to appear helpful. I’ll just go away and do my own things. A lady, I believe was trying to get to know me better but she find it hard to reach me and maybe that’s where the problem started. If you are nice…I am nice too and I am sorry if I am NOT a chatty person. But I AM chatty IF they got my ‘spot’..my attention...my interest…my ‘Whatever’..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am going to die chatting with you” he once cracked a joke out of my chattiness. It is because we share the same interest and I feel relax. Maybe due to my different-ness she attacked me …leaving me puzzled and hurt. If she needed help, she can just ask me. If she wants me to respond quickly, she may just informed me. Not judge me through her eagle’s eyes, hawking my activities. What IS the point here? I can’t change and my world is different than that of hers. And so is my circle of friends. I respect her ways of living and hope she respect mine. I am not here to please anyone and I am nobody’s baby too. I am just being who I am, minding my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SGtCXhDGZcI/AAAAAAAACzU/ubu5bfR8BkU/s1600-h/residentevilcvx_0607_screen001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218337565014648258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SGtCXhDGZcI/AAAAAAAACzU/ubu5bfR8BkU/s320/residentevilcvx_0607_screen001.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should not judge a book by its cover without even reading the summary? Hmm…if you want to get to know me better, try playing Final Fantasy, Resident Evil, Quake, Medal of Honor, Devil May Cry…bla..bla..blab..bla..bla..(games)... where all the boys are! Hahahahaha….XD (just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, just join the Mybloglog…for I love reading your blog(s). :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-4686203708897467791?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4686203708897467791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=4686203708897467791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4686203708897467791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4686203708897467791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-nobodys-baby.html' title='I am nobody’s baby'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SGtCycjIK7I/AAAAAAAACzc/FqK7ukbdtCQ/s72-c/312980226_6dfb62a5a6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-5798949951043022715</id><published>2008-06-23T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:48:57.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Panda Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SGCRW3jC60I/AAAAAAAACzM/fdix0dvlAdk/s1600-h/002381045202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215328190549125954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SGCRW3jC60I/AAAAAAAACzM/fdix0dvlAdk/s320/002381045202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday, I thought of watching Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull but unfortunately it was sold out but Kung Fu Panda…”Hmmm..kids stuff!” I was reluctant to see it but I bought it anyway after the looong que at the CG Mid Valley. “Yunie is at McD, eating French fries, another half hour for Kung Fu Panda” Me exchanging messages with Tenko to kill my boredom. “Kung Fu Panda is the Best and Hilarious! That’s what they say” he replied. Well, he was right! I was laughing at all the funny and brilliant remarks in that movie. I somehow relate the characters in the movie to W.E members in Tribalwars. Gosh! That was even more funnier and was laughing away…I wish I had a friend with me to share with…Geez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yesterday is a history, tomorrow is a mystery but today is a gift, that's why it is called the present - Master Oogway (Rebelrednex).. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, go and watch Kung Fu Panda... :-) so many beautiful quotes in it..I love it! you must see the Tigress (Rinoa-san) bashing Tai Lung (DragOOnaire) and Panda (Tenko) saved the W.E members..YEAH! oh yes, other characters are Monkey (Fareeq), Mantis (Cellster), Viper (Huipinglai), Crane (Sir Donicus) and Master Shifu (Ayaghi)... you’ll watch the movie differently which is much more funnier when you replaced the Kung Fu Panda characters to W.E players acting in it...XD.. I am GAMED! Hahahahaha….." I told him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SGCRF3Aa-TI/AAAAAAAACzE/KHdlyKtnBEQ/s1600-h/002455633248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215327898346125618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SGCRF3Aa-TI/AAAAAAAACzE/KHdlyKtnBEQ/s320/002455633248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I enjoyed the movie but could someone make another Final Fantasy movie please!! It would be heaven to me….oh dear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept early that day as I was getting ready for my usual midnight rendezvous to TW-ing until wee hours in the morning. I looked at the clock it showed 12 midnight and was thinking of someone who would be spending with me at this hour but he can’t. It was a silent evening. I picked up my phone and saw “miss call at 20:00” Geez!&lt;br /&gt;Y:Hello? You called&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ya, I was just making a miss call to you&lt;br /&gt;Y: Oh? I’m sorry I was sleeping at that hour. What’s up?&lt;br /&gt;Him: miss ya&lt;br /&gt;:) yeah, I miss you too (How nice....!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-5798949951043022715?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5798949951043022715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=5798949951043022715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5798949951043022715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5798949951043022715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/06/kung-fu-panda-day.html' title='Kung Fu Panda Day!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SGCRW3jC60I/AAAAAAAACzM/fdix0dvlAdk/s72-c/002381045202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-751265981799595858</id><published>2008-06-19T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:32:00.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFtEiRGLiRI/AAAAAAAACy8/dO_OESijGW8/s1600-h/10883-3473-1-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213836349107046674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFtEiRGLiRI/AAAAAAAACy8/dO_OESijGW8/s320/10883-3473-1-t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever felt ‘alone’? Yes, just alone.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes out of the blue when you have a bad day or unpleasant experience and you bottled up …no one to share with ...the problems that are bugging you…make you feel all alone. Sadden by that atmosphere, trying to compose that you are fine but deep inside you almost gave up hope and slowly dying….spiritually dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolate yourself not just in a room but anywhere. You are not connected and you don’t want to be connected. You are an alien because you felt different than others. Hmm..you just want to be left alone. Your heart sank and you feel that sensation right down to your bone and it is cold. Your eyes swelling in tears, an escape pod of being pressured. You think of no one but yourself…Why Me? Is often the question…Flashes of familiar faces or friends passes by …Yet you don’t care…and you don’t want to be bothered….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you alright?” She asked. “Not really and why?” I said. “You are visiting me.” as she  was concerned. “Am I?” I was wondering and not thinking. “You’ve been here before and you were crying” she was recalling. “I just want to sit under that cherry tree and waiting” I explained, not wanting to bother her. “I saw you waited no one but just gazin&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFtEG3POofI/AAAAAAAACy0/sXj5xVm3tXk/s1600-h/ffx_Screenshots_027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213835878309208562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="214" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFtEG3POofI/AAAAAAAACy0/sXj5xVm3tXk/s320/ffx_Screenshots_027.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g at the river banks” how true…but how does she know? I wondered. “I AM waiting for someone” I felt the pressure and my eyes swelling in tears. She hugged and patted my back. “I am here now; I’ll stay with you by that tree. I’ll hold your hand if you want to and you can cry as much as you want for I am the other side of you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need to go to a place where no one knows and you find yourself once again……. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/extras/stillalive.php"&gt;http://www.vgcats.com/comics/extras/stillalive.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-751265981799595858?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/751265981799595858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=751265981799595858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/751265981799595858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/751265981799595858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/06/have-you-ever-felt-alone-yes-just-alone.html' title='Just you'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFtEiRGLiRI/AAAAAAAACy8/dO_OESijGW8/s72-c/10883-3473-1-t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6103195807401535341</id><published>2008-06-19T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:11:58.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabotage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFow36_4xRI/AAAAAAAACys/CkDluC9VwfI/s1600-h/ffac_intro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213533255922926866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFow36_4xRI/AAAAAAAACys/CkDluC9VwfI/s320/ffac_intro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just last night, I received a sms from Han, my ever ardent W.E member. “Yunie, read my mail” I was online with Tenko, discussing on some plans with him as usual. I was shocked to know that Audun from the tribe *I* has launch a massive attacks to all W.E members. “This is gong to be the prime news in our forum” I told Tenko. And today it is a buzz. Ayaghi, the 2nd in command in K79, was trying to calm our members by advising them on what to do. News posted everywhere…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yuna, I have being dismissed by Dakota1213. Who is Dakota1213?” Fareeq, our no. 1 warrior, was puzzled. I was shocked? And I haven’t the slightest idea who that person was..IMPOSSIBLE!..we do not give out special privileges to just anyone but its true..it happens…somehow everything has gone awry “..dimiss..dismiss..dismis..invites..invites..dismiss..invites” were displayed at the board. I was SHOCKED! It was like a war games on dismiss and invites. Tenko did not pick up my calls. I think he was busy tending to that problem. “Duh..He also change our tribe description..don’t worry dear, I’ll fix everything” Tenko sms-ed. Gosh..! W.E has been sabotage! Due to dismissal of members, W.E’s rank from 60 has gone down to 76. Oh..man..what a bad timing, just when we are getting ready with Audun’s inbound. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFowFl9n5DI/AAAAAAAACyk/81mDfCj6Tx4/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213532391282828338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFowFl9n5DI/AAAAAAAACyk/81mDfCj6Tx4/s320/4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn’t wait to go home and pay more attention to W.E. Attend the disease or whatever bugs in our plans. Giving some love serum for the speedy recovery. At the moment I am sure the General of W.E is doing the best he can to retain back whatever has been lost. That will do, Tenko…that will do…that is all I could think of after hearing from him saving W.E from the disaster. Luckily the General was on guard. Phew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-6103195807401535341?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6103195807401535341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=6103195807401535341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6103195807401535341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6103195807401535341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/06/sabotage.html' title='Sabotage'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFow36_4xRI/AAAAAAAACys/CkDluC9VwfI/s72-c/ffac_intro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-1051179259911480402</id><published>2008-06-13T03:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:17:00.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't cry....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFfuiep0hII/AAAAAAAACyc/VKJenb1PSdU/s1600-h/test3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212897369816073346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFfuiep0hII/AAAAAAAACyc/VKJenb1PSdU/s320/test3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFftWW1pP4I/AAAAAAAACyM/pfrVIXe1zeM/s1600-h/test3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should be happy today since our tribe W.E in the Tribalwars is ranking no. 61. There have been lot of changes in W.E management as we move forward. The members are very supportive and they are very jovial too. Tenko and I laughed at the jokes on when they finally figure out that yunie10ko and rinoa-san, are girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yet this week is my 'blue' week. I was trying to not to think so much about this but I can't. At time I pause...thinking about him...he seem to be cool...I try to be cool too. My mind was like a projector but going backwards tracing the day we got to know each other. I like him so much as he makes me laugh! A very easy going fella, supportive, comical, hot temper too, forgiving and mischievious. My eyes in tears just the thought of him. I stay silent...most of the time. I know I'm going to miss him so...it will be a silent night....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Yuna, if u see the Karmen Rider action figure..please don't cry" he seems to know how my heart will sank by just seeing those toys I used to get for him. "I'll remember you for the rest of my life, Yuna" I cann&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFfsO1Mqo2I/AAAAAAAACx8/BUQ64wWHknk/s1600-h/u+will+find+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212894833247167330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="165" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFfsO1Mqo2I/AAAAAAAACx8/BUQ64wWHknk/s320/u+will+find+me.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ot hold my tears anymore. Am I asking too much because I know the day will come and it wont be the same anymore. I have prepared myself for this situation six months ago. "Naqi, thank you for being my best friend...that is all I need from you...and I am sorry if I did you wrong" It was the saddest moment that we both rained in tears. He kept saying "Love you, Yuna! and don't you cry". I dedicated this song to him as I know I will miss him.....so muchy.....and life has to move on.....&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8JX8fA-6Ps"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8JX8fA-6Ps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-1051179259911480402?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1051179259911480402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=1051179259911480402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1051179259911480402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1051179259911480402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-dont-cry.html' title='Please don&apos;t cry....'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SFfuiep0hII/AAAAAAAACyc/VKJenb1PSdU/s72-c/test3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-5850202063347546548</id><published>2008-05-28T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:02:25.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you too....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SD4caPcc76I/AAAAAAAACwc/A0yzmg8ej_o/s1600-h/10883-10259-1-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205629456434917282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SD4caPcc76I/AAAAAAAACwc/A0yzmg8ej_o/s320/10883-10259-1-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello! I m back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was away helping out for the Asia Media Summit 2008 at Nikko Hotel for three days. It was tiring but I met a number of wonderful students from Limkokwing University, Botswana and of course some amorous delegates too. It was also wonderful to meet my long time friend, Noraini too... "Yuhoo Yuna, I miss you!". I love joking with her as she is full of life. I envied her sometimes. “Yuna, she’s very nice towards you” my boss, Mary, suddenly voiced. Noraini would do just anything for me making sure I’d be comfortable during my assistance with their Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yuna! Where have you been? I miss you soooooooooo muchy!” I guess Fareeq was searching high and low and has been wondering on what had happened to me. Out of the blue I was ‘dead’ for 4 days….Hahahaha….( I left offline messages but unfortunately he didn’t get it). Tenko-san was manning W.E while I was away and I would be checking it from 12am until 4am and then catching some sleep before going back to Nikko by 7:30am. On the forth day, I gave in and needed more rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to share my Yuna with anyone!” screamed Naqi. Naqi left his messages yesterday morning when a ‘someone’ nosing about me. Naqi, Tenko and I, we have bonde&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SD4b9Pcc75I/AAAAAAAACwU/W5IGPmUHE-A/s1600-h/image+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205628958218710930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SD4b9Pcc75I/AAAAAAAACwU/W5IGPmUHE-A/s320/image+1.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d a special kind of friendship…hmm..very hard to explain…all in a virtual manner….accepting who we are…our closeness…we are more than that…so close and yet so far…In reality and yet fairy tales? “Ya, me too!” Tenko felt the same, telling me not to worry so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to know that you are being loved, appreciated and protected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-5850202063347546548?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5850202063347546548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=5850202063347546548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5850202063347546548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5850202063347546548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-you-too.html' title='Missing you too....'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SD4caPcc76I/AAAAAAAACwc/A0yzmg8ej_o/s72-c/10883-10259-1-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-8270353828925911932</id><published>2008-05-21T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:32:10.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien verses Predator!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SDPLAz1eAxI/AAAAAAAACvs/SosfmhCjxQU/s1600-h/alien-versus-predator-requiem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202725209317966610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SDPLAz1eAxI/AAAAAAAACvs/SosfmhCjxQU/s320/alien-versus-predator-requiem.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenko, Fareeq and I, we share some common interest like in games, songs, movies and hobbies. What we love most is about history on wars. The three of us will chat endlessly on war games, weapons, tactics, famous incidents, quotes, war movies…bla….bla…bla…wars! Somehow we ended up playing Tribalwars together. Among three of us, Fareeq is the most aggressive one who will use ‘Command &amp;amp; Conquer’ tactic. He and his fellow comrades act like a pack of wolves bringing down the unwanted players or any threatening players, keeping the peace in K88. Tenko, the assassin type, who loves the under covers’ job, would rather work on his own than in group. “The General, the most important person, would stay behind giving orders and focus on the mission” he said…Ggrrrr..{Oh, yeah?} And me, I am more like an ambassador, a liaison officer, a diplomat, a councilor, bridging a relationship with the other tribes and advisor too to both gentlemen and W.E members. I will try my very best to create rooms for our tribe to grow by creating ideas and visions besides seeking approval by her gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, “You love Aliens?” Fareeq was surprised that I too loves all the Alien movies especially played by the actress, Sigourney Weaver. “Yeah, Predators too!” I declared “but I love Aliens more and Tenko loves Predators” I told him. The boys LOVE predators so much and we were trying to proof which one is the strongest…Alien or Predator?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boys: Predator!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alien!&lt;br /&gt;Boys: They are civilized and intelligent, a skilled hunter.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alien, an intelligent animal who use their basic instinct for survival. They live in a colony and adapt to all kind of surroundings!&lt;br /&gt;Boys: They have cool gadget and superb weaponries&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alien is self proclaimed killer weapon on its own!&lt;br /&gt;Boys: Predator lives on a planet of its own&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alien lives anywhere and everywhere they like...hahahaha…&lt;br /&gt;Boys: ?????&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alien will take any living creatures as their surrogate mother! Hahahaha..you just name it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: Alien marries Predator…a new breed, a Predalien!&lt;br /&gt;Fareeq: You think Alien can dominate Superman?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why not? A Superalien! Wearing underwear! LOL! Hahahaha…WOW! I have yet to see this because Superalien can fly! Inherit Superman’s abilities…what a bonus indeed!&lt;br /&gt;Fareeq: What about Spiderman? Who is the strongest?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course Spidalien! Hahahahahaha……GOSH! Spidalien swinging from web to web!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a fun time already, dodging everything queries from Fareeq on Predator verses Alien. Yeah! I strongly believe that Alien is more dominant than predator. I love &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SDPKnj1eAwI/AAAAAAAACvk/RLd96F9zc2w/s1600-h/res27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202724775526269698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SDPKnj1eAwI/AAAAAAAACvk/RLd96F9zc2w/s320/res27.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the movie where Sigourney Weaver playing the role of part human and part alien…..a Humalien? Don’t be humiliated people for she is the super human breed! Excuse me John Rambo..make way..make way…hahahahaha….Girl Power! Yeah! XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-8270353828925911932?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8270353828925911932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=8270353828925911932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8270353828925911932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8270353828925911932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/alien-verses-predator.html' title='Alien verses Predator!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SDPLAz1eAxI/AAAAAAAACvs/SosfmhCjxQU/s72-c/alien-versus-predator-requiem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-5490779727679735947</id><published>2008-05-16T03:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T03:20:41.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect thy brothers n sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SC1i1j1eAtI/AAAAAAAACvM/tXaoWyBUuEA/s1600-h/Yuna3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200921816974885586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="230" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SC1i1j1eAtI/AAAAAAAACvM/tXaoWyBUuEA/s320/Yuna3.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am not sure where to start….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yuna, you better watch out! I am going to attack your village” warned GG about his involvement in Tribalwars at World 19. Maybe he was trying to make a comeback to be a best friend like before. He left me 10 months ago and perhaps he forgot about the 10 months of silence and absent. Indeed it was not a laughing matter. “My TW boyfriends are just next to your village. YOU better watch out!” I warned him. How shall I say to him? That in TW, I am NOT the Yuna he used to know…Hahahaha…I have my loyal TW boyfriends who would just make a kill at my order “I have my interest with GG’s village near you for my new villa” I mailed out. “In due time my dear, we will have a tea party at your new villa..LOL!” was the reply. Hmmm…how sweet of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sms..sms..sms..sms..sms” Han! The most humble W.E members that I know. “Do you want this 3K village?” He sms-ed to me the other day. He’s been very cooperative and willing to give away any villages with good points he had scouted and even cleared the nuisance troops for me, and then offered me like “At your majesty’s service”. I am embarrassed. “Do you want the 5k and 6k villages?” he sms-ed again today. Gosh! This time I turned down his offer “Why don’t you have it Han? You deserved it!”. I have had such offers from my two TW boyfriends and Hey, I have adopted the same concept with my fellow members and friends too, for example, one for Tenko86 and another for Skyhill. Sometimes you take some and you give some. The sacrifices and offers o&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SC1imT1eAsI/AAAAAAAACvE/qQtpBbhoqHQ/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200921554981880514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SC1imT1eAsI/AAAAAAAACvE/qQtpBbhoqHQ/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ne make to all the good friends. “Yunie, you killed two of my nobleman caused you got that village first” cries the General. “Don’t worry, I will replace it with two more villages for you” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Respect and cooperation will buy you an honour. No matter where you are! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-5490779727679735947?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5490779727679735947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=5490779727679735947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5490779727679735947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5490779727679735947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/respect-thy-brothers-n-sisters.html' title='Respect thy brothers n sisters'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SC1i1j1eAtI/AAAAAAAACvM/tXaoWyBUuEA/s72-c/Yuna3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6601343497876100975</id><published>2008-05-15T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T03:17:38.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rinoa-san</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCv1CT1eAoI/AAAAAAAACuo/kuZCfBfsGog/s1600-h/02thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200519614762451586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCv1CT1eAoI/AAAAAAAACuo/kuZCfBfsGog/s320/02thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you about Rinoa-san of W.E. She’s the top player among the members and who have the biggest point and the most villages too. She work hard and play hard. Tenko was right all along to award her with the “War Chief” title for she fought her way up to strengthen W.E position in World 7. She got the right people to be as per personal allies and she’s popular too. Yes, she is. She’s a strong headed and fun girl. Yes, she’s fun. “ Rinoa is popular in TW..heheh.” teased Tenko. “Popular? How do you know?” I asked and was surprised. “Go to the forum, a member called her as My luv..hahaha..” Tenko was mockering. Hahaha…it didn’t stop there. She has two personal ally boyfriends who would give her anything in TW. Oliver wants to give her a villa and Karl will send his support troops and resources whenever she ask for help. Yunie10ko would just wish if only she could be in Rinoa’s shoes. Here is another remarks I saw in another forum “Rinoa-san, she’s my PA..No one touches her” GOSH! She is so damn lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I do once I reached home is to check with the Tribalwar and check all the accounts I have entrusted if everything is alright. “Hmm…yeah, everything is alright” Read some mails and see W.E’s forum…Hahahaha..another love message posted by Eskapo from Philippine trying to woo her but it won't be that easy....for I know Rinoa huhuhu... I went to Rinoa’s account and there was a recent report stating that during her absent, Rinoa has lost one village. Though she’s the strongest in her tribe, her villages were an easy target as no one attending her village during the day time. “Oh No! That scum-bag Drag00naire!” I screamed. Drag00naire has been Rinoa’s neighbour for quite some time but now he is showing his true colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCvzVj1eAmI/AAAAAAAACuY/H49QTesq9KA/s1600-h/ff8jan189_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200517746451677794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCvzVj1eAmI/AAAAAAAACuY/H49QTesq9KA/s320/ff8jan189_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, I sent sms to Fareeq and Tenko about Rino-san situation “Rinoa-san is under siege bla..bla..bla..” but no reply…I cannot sit still……Gosh..Tenko please look after Rinoa or she going to lose 3 more villages right under her nose as she is not here to defend her villages. For I know she’s going to be pretty mad ...mad…mad…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s. Just got news that she got the helps from..huhuhuhu...all the guys who love her...GOSH! she is so damn lucky! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-6601343497876100975?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6601343497876100975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=6601343497876100975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6601343497876100975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6601343497876100975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-me-tell-you-about-rinoa-san-of-w.html' title='Rinoa-san'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCv1CT1eAoI/AAAAAAAACuo/kuZCfBfsGog/s72-c/02thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-1237677885840321421</id><published>2008-05-14T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T03:23:22.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more relax?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCq6Cj1eAkI/AAAAAAAACuI/3H0NHbhP4Bg/s1600-h/ff7_advent_children_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200173272894669378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCq6Cj1eAkI/AAAAAAAACuI/3H0NHbhP4Bg/s320/ff7_advent_children_0151.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Friday afternoon, my office management have blocked the url to Tribalwars. There goes my free time to monitor the W.E tribe. And I cannot be running to Tenko every time as he has classes during the day time and some assignments during the night time…whatever! So I have divided those tasks into four caretakers, Tenko, Fareeq, Han and Karl. At least I am at eased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, my mobile phone was screaming with sms…sms…sms…sms..and calls, all on the updates of Tribalwars especially when I am not online and to be honest, I hate sms! I mean I love receiving sms but I hate it when I have to reply, taping the small buttons on the phone. “Online pls!” I told them. With Instant messenger, there is no limit to message and free from all cost. How convenient! My PC screen was flooded with TW members’ YM and I have been giving orders and advise on what to do plus some lengthy chat on some jokes and links. It was tiring but Wow! At least it is operational from the other hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yuna, I got a group from TATEC to retaliate. Give me their coordinate” Fareeq our devoted member is a fighter. “I can’t..I m blind! Remember?” as I cannot give him the coordination he required. Oooo..man! What a set back….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I quickly access the Tribalwars as soon as I reached home. Phew! I feel relieved! Again and again I will briefed Tenko on whatever plans we have. Gosh!I wonder if he ever gets bored for our chat is no longer the fun chat but on Tribalwars…hours and hours…(I am sorry k..!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, “EEEEK..YM have been blocked” There goes my eyes and my ears! Naqi was laughing when he got to know about this. My mobile phone once again screaming with sms..sms..sms..sms..sms…and calls...hahahahaha…there goes my credit too. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCq6oT1eAlI/AAAAAAAACuQ/OQ0ArI4_QO0/s1600-h/FFXIII_Avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200173921434731090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCq6oT1eAlI/AAAAAAAACuQ/OQ0ArI4_QO0/s320/FFXIII_Avatar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee whiz! How am I suppose to relax? I need to do something to relax…ooo dear..!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-1237677885840321421?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1237677885840321421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=1237677885840321421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1237677885840321421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1237677885840321421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-more-relax.html' title='No more relax?'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCq6Cj1eAkI/AAAAAAAACuI/3H0NHbhP4Bg/s72-c/ff7_advent_children_0151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-4321086043397378104</id><published>2008-05-08T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T00:32:17.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCP5UYBzdvI/AAAAAAAACsY/HTK0kDNxrrs/s1600-h/top_right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198272523358402290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCP5UYBzdvI/AAAAAAAACsY/HTK0kDNxrrs/s320/top_right.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Yuna, lets play Forsaken Ragnarok!” Ibrahim was eager to teach me but I haven’t the time to catch up with him. “And your TW?” for I have been looking after his TW accounts ever since he took the part time job at Dunkin donuts. And now he has quit his job, declaring himself a full time Unemployed-lazy-bum-happy-go-lucky boy until his enrolment to a college this July. “There! I got you the Forsaken’s patch”, as he installed it in my PC XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brother, Iylia, don’t like the idea of Yuna Braska in any games where he’ll be playing for I always seem to be better than him in any Role Playing Games. “Gosh! This is a man’s game!” he protested. “Excuse me?” I remembered that last time he took my PS2 memory card and copied my Final Fantasy 12 to his memory card so that he could finish off the game and declared “I did it! Yeah!” Geez…But none of us are as good as Syed Ibrahim. He seems to be good at everything! Just like Tenko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yunie, I’m going to burn the Team Fortress 2 for you! It is a very interesting game” Tenko will recommend me any good games to play. Man…sometimes I envied him whenever I got know he had played the latest game. “Heheh..I am the first person to get my hand on this ..that..bla..bla..games!” He proudly announced (Ggrrr..). Well, he has all the time to download any damn good games he desired even though if it takes him weeks to&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCP644BzdwI/AAAAAAAACsg/u3YbfFCzShA/s1600-h/gametop_3034_TeamFortress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198274249935255298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCP644BzdwI/AAAAAAAACsg/u3YbfFCzShA/s320/gametop_3034_TeamFortress2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; do it but I can’t. My dad will switch off the router when I am away thinking that I forgotten about it. Geez…but whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank you guys! Sharing your games are good enough than nothing at all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-4321086043397378104?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4321086043397378104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=4321086043397378104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4321086043397378104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4321086043397378104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/gamed.html' title='Gamed!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SCP5UYBzdvI/AAAAAAAACsY/HTK0kDNxrrs/s72-c/top_right.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-1104945262448737991</id><published>2008-05-04T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:38:52.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Speak at all....</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LgUqOhDkq4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-1104945262448737991?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1104945262448737991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=1104945262448737991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1104945262448737991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1104945262448737991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-speak-at-all.html' title='Don&apos;t Speak at all....'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-1992585607212161334</id><published>2008-04-30T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:11:28.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flatliner mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SBkXWpWI-yI/AAAAAAAACsQ/zY4WgojNoSk/s1600-h/park_snow_angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195209322971855650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SBkXWpWI-yI/AAAAAAAACsQ/zY4WgojNoSk/s320/park_snow_angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmmm…..my mind went “_ _ _ _ _ _ _” mode…..a flat!&lt;br /&gt;Stillness, cold and sad&lt;br /&gt;Yessie, I am not in the mood….just brooding…perhaps preparing for the month of July...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How time flies...&lt;br /&gt;Must I say goodbye so soon?&lt;br /&gt;To Zanarkand ruin? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5IiF99OURc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5IiF99OURc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players played on too long has loss its touch&lt;br /&gt;Though I love very much&lt;br /&gt;I am holding a candle in winter breeze&lt;br /&gt;Just a little warmth and light please…&lt;br /&gt;Fate has brought me here&lt;br /&gt;With all of you in my sphere&lt;br /&gt;Yuna’s sphere…&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me&lt;br /&gt;And love me….. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PwKcv0cmbM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PwKcv0cmbM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-1992585607212161334?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1992585607212161334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=1992585607212161334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1992585607212161334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1992585607212161334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/flatliner-mode.html' title='Flatliner mode'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SBkXWpWI-yI/AAAAAAAACsQ/zY4WgojNoSk/s72-c/park_snow_angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6815079414733871691</id><published>2008-04-25T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:26:17.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25.4.08: W.E's touch down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SBGCpnEbHBI/AAAAAAAACrc/B18WL9eXE3A/s1600-h/25.4.08+W.E+Rank+100+in+TW.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193075496708676626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SBGCpnEbHBI/AAAAAAAACrc/B18WL9eXE3A/s320/25.4.08+W.E+Rank+100+in+TW.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy? Of course I am!&lt;br /&gt;Extremely happy? Yes I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not well yesterday and have been sleeping most of the day. I told Naqi to inform General Tenko to look after W.E for awhile. I also informed a few comrades not to look for me as I would be at ‘Ground Zero’…Clear! No disturbance! No SMS! No calling! and Offline…Sorry my friends, even War Chief of W.E cannot escape from a virus attack..hahahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, though not fully recovered I am back again. Early in the morning around 5am I was already attending TW. Yikes! ‘Justyunie’ was under siege in one and half hour. That is her first blood and the attacker…hello.! you have pick the wrong village to engage your war. ‘Justyunie’, she is a lady but do not seek the wrath of a lady especially when she IS the General’s War Chief. LoL! And that village is just her summer vacation’s swing! hahahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the mid afternoon and I was just plain lazy. My head was planning about tomorrow’s fling. I was thinking about the food court at the Pavilion but my cousins would rather hang out at the Mid Valley this Saturday. Hmmm….but how? (I was dilly-dallying at TW and just clicked at Ranking) AAARRRGGGHHH! I cannot believe my eyes on what I saw..."TENKO! WHERE ARE YOU?" Eeekkk! all I could say is ‘YAHOO!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.4.08, tribe W.E finally meets its first goal. Our mission was to reach Rank 100 in World 7. “WE DID IT! YEAH!” . On behalf of Tenko-san, I would also like to thank the W.E members for being with us. Without them it is impossible to reach our goal. Especially to a few members who are really dedicated to be with us, Nowars, Rinoa-san, Alqadri, Fareeq Yong, Hanflonic , Sir Donicus, Roadblock4, Isaiahdb5, KingMarc, 4621123025, Gonlett, Huipinglai, Slipboyz, Ghostrain …and many many more. We, Tenko86 and Yunie10ko, would like to thank our knights, apprentices and noobs who have contributed their part to make us where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May W.E be with you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-6815079414733871691?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6815079414733871691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=6815079414733871691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6815079414733871691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6815079414733871691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/25408-wes-touch-down.html' title='25.4.08: W.E&apos;s touch down!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SBGCpnEbHBI/AAAAAAAACrc/B18WL9eXE3A/s72-c/25.4.08+W.E+Rank+100+in+TW.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6752110693471793889</id><published>2008-04-22T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T00:58:34.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yunie10ko's sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SA6pxXEbHAI/AAAAAAAACrU/8qxZBu8t88A/s1600-h/00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192274085876014082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SA6pxXEbHAI/AAAAAAAACrU/8qxZBu8t88A/s320/00002.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Picture: Yuna's sacrifice by marrying Maester Seymore :{&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night was the hardest decision I have to make. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the incoming troops at Timber and Fisherman Horizon. The attacker, Spale Ice Rock of PTT-W was baffled with my message to him; “I spy, the spy who loves me” because two days ago, he had spied on my Fisherman Horizon. To which I reminded him that “You have scouted my villages. I have never scouted yours or your family tribe’s villages. I am your peaceful neighbors and have never wage war in my neighborhoods”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know that they, Spale Ice Rock and his brother, Schubi of PTT-B, planned to take all my 13 villages. I am glad that after dealing with them until wee hours in the morning, they will only take my three big villages, Galbadia Garden, Trabia Garden and Dollet City. In return they will spare the Balamb Garden, my main village, which is under an Orion tribe’s protection and the rest of my villages. In return these guys offer me a life time protection and friendship. It was an odd way to meet new friends. I went to bed at 4:30 am and woke up at 5:30am to attend yunie10ko, the most controversial member among the tribe W.E members. She’s the Guardian Master and the only member who stand alone at continent K69, away from her members. Now, she’s not alone. She has a few personal allies and a new member of W.E, junglejem. A&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SA6phnEbG_I/AAAAAAAACrM/WFmgPb04g8o/s1600-h/02thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192273815293074418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="168" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SA6phnEbG_I/AAAAAAAACrM/WFmgPb04g8o/s320/02thumb.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd she is bejeweled with her latest new found friend, The Italian9 of *IW*, who is also a Final Fantasy Fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenko-san, it looks like she is staying at K69 for good :D. You have Rinoa-san to keep you company all along. She’s your War Chief! You are in good hand. Hahahahaha…. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-6752110693471793889?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6752110693471793889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=6752110693471793889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6752110693471793889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6752110693471793889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/yunie10kos-sacrifice.html' title='yunie10ko&apos;s sacrifice'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SA6pxXEbHAI/AAAAAAAACrU/8qxZBu8t88A/s72-c/00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-7521432282594193149</id><published>2008-04-20T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:22:30.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W.E is at rank 102 in Tribalwars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SAwNnEH_VQI/AAAAAAAACq8/Hihi8Im4eIU/s1600-h/18.4.08+W.E+rank.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191539435224651010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SAwNnEH_VQI/AAAAAAAACq8/Hihi8Im4eIU/s320/18.4.08+W.E+rank.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18.4.08: 0ur tribe was at rank 102. Just that night I saw it was at 114 and I was already over the moon. “Tenko-san, I am very very very very happy!” I broke the news as he comes around. I cannot retain my happiness any longer. I was bubbly and my head feels lighter knowing all my hard works soon pay off. “Heheh….I know” replied General tenko86. I guess he too felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yuna, just a few more steps to your goal ha?” Fareeq, is one of our members who have been very helpful and active. When he joined, he got bored in the first round. Hot blooded Fareeq just couldn’t wait to go out to battle, so I offered to baby sit his village. In no time, he had his first taste of getting himself a small village which is just next to him. “That is just for your back-up and support village to your Das Reich Alexandria. Until she is strong, you may go for a bigger one to capture” I advised him. Ever since then there was no turning back for Fareeq. He got along fairly well in the game and among the members and non members. I think he did it better than Tenko and I does. Well, during our time we have no one to guide. We blindly just played along for fun with no goals what-so-ever until we reach to the point we got fed-up of being taken over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Yuna, sometimes you are damn too serious. It is just a game and entertainment” Naqi scolded me when I don’t want to let go of sitting his account from Han. I reminded Naqi that if it weren’t MY entertainment, W.E could have not reached to where we are now. Besides his village, mrkamenrider, will be under siege with 5 waves of attacks and Han who have been helpful to monitor and do the necessaries things to prepare a big battle with an arrogant ‘Cat Woman’. All I am asking; “Naqi, just after the battles you may have it”. I felt very disappointed with his selfish attitude who never once takes a peep at mrkamenrider villages….my time and efforts...my passion and dedication…goes down to the bottomless pit. I cried! At the time of absolute happiness, it was also the most sadness engulfing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want my Warchief back!” demanded Tenko when he found out yunie10ko had gone AWOL. “Remember our mission, we are not far from there” he added. I was away too long (Hmm..just 24 hour). He’s been waiting for an explanation and renders back my heart in our game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: “So? What is your next goal after reaching 100?&lt;br /&gt;T: Rank 50! Hehehehe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so be it! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-7521432282594193149?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7521432282594193149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=7521432282594193149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7521432282594193149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7521432282594193149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-is-at-rank-102-in-tribalwars.html' title='W.E is at rank 102 in Tribalwars'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SAwNnEH_VQI/AAAAAAAACq8/Hihi8Im4eIU/s72-c/18.4.08+W.E+rank.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-4577434040960170754</id><published>2008-04-14T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:08:02.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory of 'Lunatic Pandora'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SAMaMn_Z3rI/AAAAAAAACqk/Qaeig_xMDBw/s1600-h/lunaticpandora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189019999856615090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SAMaMn_Z3rI/AAAAAAAACqk/Qaeig_xMDBw/s320/lunaticpandora.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Tenko, it's me...yunie10ko is under seige once again" My voice was frailed sadden by the thought of yune10ko's fate. This time, 'Lunatic Pandaora' was having her first taste of Tribal wars. She's young but capable to stand on her own, minting gold coin contributing her part for a nobleman. But I have a bad feeling she can't survived after her 4 waves of attacks. Her wall came tumbling down to level 9 and her loyalty was stressfully at 36%. And she have 3 more waves coming in 4 hours. She had all her support that came from her mother and her 10 sisters. Her big brother, nowars, came running and her father, tenko86, marched down to fended her. Her japanese half breed sister, rinoa-san, brought in her batalion from South East but all was too late. As reports came, she has fended fairly well but luck was not at her side. Her mother mourned over her freak death...she was murdured by the Tribalwars' unexplained way and verdict. That is NOT fair. She was raped, raided, and killed by a scrupolous man who only think of winning and victory. How sad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yunie10ko, the pillar of strength of the tribe W.E in Tribalwars. In the past, she had been defeated twice but never once came back as weak. Alone and away from her fellow members, she raise above the rest. Her inner strength lies in tenko86 who would back her up and march W.E flag to be solely claimed for rank 100. And as we speak, W.E is maching up the hill at rank 116.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute to my child, Lunatic Pandora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TctM-S7BXMs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TctM-S7BXMs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03T_xPF57z0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03T_xPF57z0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all FF Fan, I hope this scene brings you back to the memory on the invasion of Lunatic Pandora =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssQesyzxiTY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssQesyzxiTY&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/4405525459482198710-4577434040960170754?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4577434040960170754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=4577434040960170754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4577434040960170754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4577434040960170754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-memory-of-lunatic-pandora.html' title='In loving memory of &apos;Lunatic Pandora&apos;'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/SAMaMn_Z3rI/AAAAAAAACqk/Qaeig_xMDBw/s72-c/lunaticpandora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-2742472528885258038</id><published>2008-04-10T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:55:11.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_7jNZ_thUI/AAAAAAAACqU/2tXoHmzxvvI/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187833640233305410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_7jNZ_thUI/AAAAAAAACqU/2tXoHmzxvvI/s320/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tribalwars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah..yeah..yeah..if I am just a player, I think I wouldn’t be so involved with Tribawars day and night. Though Tenko and I are in it together, I have been administering, the one who have been pulling the strings to make things happened. I got all worked up and once I am fixed…the goal is just right in front of me. Just do it! It does not about believe in you …it is “I came, I saw and I conquered” Sounds brutal? Veni, vidi, vici is a famous Latin phrase spoken by &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/julius-caesar" target="_top"&gt;Julius Caesar&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/47-bc" target="_top"&gt;47 BC&lt;/a&gt; … what was it you were saying? Hahahaha…. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Blogging is my favourite pass time. Hmmm..you may put it that blogging is my hobby…. Hmmmm blogging is my food? Blogging is my anger management? Hmmm…blogging is my lover! Yeah…lets put that my ‘Blog’ (Block..hahahaha..) is where I am emotionally involved, express my hidden feelings, a place where I go to when inspired or confide to. I have many blogs?..hahahaha…that’s my date! : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I love to invent a new recipe…yeah I love to cook but that doesn’t mean I would slave my beautiful ass spending more time in the kitchen. If I am in the mood, I switch on to good music, imagining on how my new creation-of-the-day would look like or taste like. Yeah, all based on that and I’m all set! Only the lucky few would get to sample hehehe…That’s my skill though I am no Chef de Cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When I am not able to networking, I read. No..no..not on novels or story books but magazines…no..no..no political magazine. I love National Geographic. I love the pictures and the content in it. It broadens my mind about our world and animals. Which such elaboration and insight, macro and micro, of living organism or creatures, makes me respect the aspects and essence of life. It is not about world domination or world power. It is about YOU. We are part of those living things. We share the air, water, atmosphere and elements…ALL to be in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am neither geeks nor nerds; I do read some entertainment magazines too. Other wise I wouldn’t have hang out with you, people! ..hahahahaha…that is oh-so-funny! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Only to selected few ..I chat a lot! ;) as I am a very private person.&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhuhu..I hope they are not drowned by my chattiness. Sorry..! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-2742472528885258038?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2742472528885258038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=2742472528885258038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/2742472528885258038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/2742472528885258038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-i-do.html' title='Things I do'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_7jNZ_thUI/AAAAAAAACqU/2tXoHmzxvvI/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-5017722982844408448</id><published>2008-04-08T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:50:37.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are best friends for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_xKfRpbMFI/AAAAAAAACps/qf142Tvc4s0/s1600-h/Yuna13thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187102771997519954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_xKfRpbMFI/AAAAAAAACps/qf142Tvc4s0/s320/Yuna13thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got agitated and unrest thinking about my precious Balamb Garden which will be under attacks in the next few hours. To kill my anxiety I chat with my best buddy, Naqi who was online and then with Aini whom I haven’t been chatting for quite some times. She was so delighted that I finally came around to greet her. I was surprised that she had been reading my blog…hmmm…she must have been missing me…(I am sorry Aini, next time I’ll check out with you more often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to catch some sleep before the clock strike 1:00am but I can’t. At 12:00am I am already up and had stomach cramp…some people call it stomach flu (hahahahaha…but whatever). I got even more agitated when my dad had switched off the router from the other room, twice. I cannot imagine should that happened in the middle of the battle and I cannot slot in my supporting troops. “AAARGH” This time I cannot hold my exasperation anymore. I wanted to barf, cry, scream and even fart..LOL! Naqi was trying his very best to calm me down. “Are you Ok?” he asked. “My heart is beating faster, I hardly breathe. I am not ok. I want to cry…Eeek! I am so nervous already”. Naqi send me some songs with FF video clips in it. “I know you; these would make you feel better!” Hahahaha..he was damn right! It has been so long I haven’t been to YouTube watching Final Fantasy from there…hohohohoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi” At last, Tenko came around from his slumber at 2:00am. I feel at ease when my General is around, feeding him with more info on TW which was halted that afternoon. We could just go on and on and on and talk about from one topic to another. He stayed keeping me company and advising until the battle is over. Oh well, he kept his promise. I like that and ap&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_xKohpbMGI/AAAAAAAACp0/R5JaWYb079I/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187102930911309922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_xKohpbMGI/AAAAAAAACp0/R5JaWYb079I/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;preciated his effort. After that, we continue to chat like tomorrow is never end….. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Thank you, Naqi, Aini and Tenko….! What are best friends for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-5017722982844408448?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5017722982844408448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=5017722982844408448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5017722982844408448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5017722982844408448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-are-best-friends-for.html' title='What are best friends for?'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_xKfRpbMFI/AAAAAAAACps/qf142Tvc4s0/s72-c/Yuna13thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-3621905576126588881</id><published>2008-04-07T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:10:47.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balamb Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_rhFBpbMBI/AAAAAAAACpM/Bsr1T1eONNU/s1600-h/ff8_balamb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186705397328326674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_rhFBpbMBI/AAAAAAAACpM/Bsr1T1eONNU/s320/ff8_balamb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Balamb Garden is under siege! AAARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days when my village, Balamb Garden, was weak and have to move on twice after days of defending her fort. I have never gives up. Balamb Garden has her ups and downs back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present, my village has spawned into 11 more villages…to strengthen her existence at K69 continent in World 7. Alone in that continent representing her tribe W.E which is now at rank 130…not bad ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long break and peace, today Balamb Garden is under siege once again with four waves of attacks from a big player, Spale Ice Rock of tribe PTT-W. “Tenko, this is Yunie..Balamb is under attack..uuh..hmm..what?...urg..hmm..I don’t know what to do..??? Please be online..” Yeah..I was again a nervous freak. Perhaps I don’t want history to repeat itself. I don’t want to lose Balamb once again. She’s stronger now. I was feeding Tenko with messages and my feelings about this battle. “Don’t worry. We’ve been through this” he advised, trying to calm me down and I guess he knew I am capable of many tasks. I just need a moral support and reassurance from the General of W.E…to pick up the little pieces that has turned into a phobia when related to Balamb Garden. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_ruxxpbMDI/AAAAAAAACpc/4PGnOBmPSY8/s1600-h/FF8War2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186720459778633778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="209" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_ruxxpbMDI/AAAAAAAACpc/4PGnOBmPSY8/s320/FF8War2.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Yuna, you just have to face your worse nightmare…dance with the devil…and win back your confident in Balamb Garden…yes, you can do it!” says the voice in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May W.E be with you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-3621905576126588881?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3621905576126588881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=3621905576126588881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3621905576126588881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3621905576126588881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/balamb-garden.html' title='Balamb Garden'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_rhFBpbMBI/AAAAAAAACpM/Bsr1T1eONNU/s72-c/ff8_balamb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-8600473612977311008</id><published>2008-04-03T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T02:09:11.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you! who wrecked my day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_riBxpbMCI/AAAAAAAACpU/0-TOraz-hvE/s1600-h/4-62636_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186706441005379618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_riBxpbMCI/AAAAAAAACpU/0-TOraz-hvE/s320/4-62636_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some people they just don't know when to STOP! Yeah! stop bitching around like you own the court. I don't bother you ..so you don't bother me. And don't even think that I would be calling you 'friend' one day. GGGRRRR!! and AAARRRGGGHHH! to which later I cannot take it anymore, I felt like puking..I cannot breathe ..I need space...Tension! Tension!...I don't copy you and I don't comprehend... I wanted to scream but where? but how? but NOW? No way! I am not going to lose my dignity over dat @#&amp;amp;*!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just want to let out my anger to that "B_ _ _ _!" MYOB pls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If she thinks she can butter me..in your dreams &lt;em&gt;mangkok&lt;/em&gt;..in your dreams k!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-8600473612977311008?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8600473612977311008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=8600473612977311008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8600473612977311008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8600473612977311008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-people-they-just-dont-know-when-to.html' title='Hey you! who wrecked my day!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R_riBxpbMCI/AAAAAAAACpU/0-TOraz-hvE/s72-c/4-62636_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-4794354821732970772</id><published>2008-03-21T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:00:38.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is a changing lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R-gBVxpbL-I/AAAAAAAACo0/ywvaO2ydqW0/s1600-h/angel_perdido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181392844905721826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="279" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R-gBVxpbL-I/AAAAAAAACo0/ywvaO2ydqW0/s320/angel_perdido.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to my blogs for quite sometimes. Tonight, I am taking some times just to be with Yuna Sphere..somehow I miss her very much. I have been busy manning the Tribalwars as more players have joined our tribe, W.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally our efforts (Tenko and me) are bearing fruits but the more we work on it, the harder it gets and more work needed to be done. "Ok, Yunie what is your plan?" says Tenko when he is all ears on my plan or plans. He usually approved with 'whatever' plans I have but I am just doing my best from my logical side of view...hmm..what about you Tenko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I am exhausted and tired, I feel aweful lonesome. I got agitated easily and my mind wonders ...far..far..away..and then I get mellow..hahahaha..."Are you ok?" Naqi would usually asked when he felt my chat is like off keys..hahahaha...he will try to entertain me by giving me some funny links like this one &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGUK2x3s88I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGUK2x3s88I&lt;/a&gt; . He is always there for me when I needed a friend. We have a game of our own..a secret game..well..can't say it here..it is secret (muahahahaha..) and it is hilarious game I ever known. Well..anything for fun and laughter..I am gamed! And so is Naqi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand will drop by everday without fail. Just checking out each other. My other close friend who is miles away in a different Country and culture...I think quite a tough and rough culture and tradition compares to the indians in Malaysia. At times I feel sad for him who work extra hard to achieve his goals and dreams and who thinks of other people's happiness is more important than his..."Anand, just be happy, OK?!" because I'd feel good when I hear you having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I remember, GG used to say "Smile Please" almost everyday but I haven't heard that greetings for such a long time. And I haven't thought about it until today. I haven't been smiling? No..no..I am running free now and I haven't been to myself....What? ...hahahaha....it is because whatever I am doing my mind is totally on 'Tribalwars" ! Yes, just Tribalwars. I cannot think of anything else but Tribalwars....Tenko-san, what are we in to this time ?hahahaha...you got my head like turning to be your Warchief, your Admiral and Master Guardian. Alright my General cum Senator but we are not far away from our vision. After that what's next? You know..I am becoming like a 'Reptilia' like every words fits me into that world! Oh..man....&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ra9ELw93lM8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ra9ELw93lM8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Goodnight Sleeping Beauty and Bobok....!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-4794354821732970772?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4794354821732970772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=4794354821732970772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4794354821732970772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4794354821732970772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-life-is-changing-lane.html' title='My life is a changing lane'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R-gBVxpbL-I/AAAAAAAACo0/ywvaO2ydqW0/s72-c/angel_perdido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-7946883448741903326</id><published>2008-03-13T03:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T06:08:27.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuna marrying Hiro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R9klj9PP0yI/AAAAAAAACok/XmatD5i_auA/s1600-h/nessa-3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177210546303259426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R9klj9PP0yI/AAAAAAAACok/XmatD5i_auA/s320/nessa-3-1.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naqi and I whenever we chat there is always lots of laughter. But it has been quite sometimes we don’t have this kind of conversation (how sad…) “I am too busy, Yuna. I have an assignment or quiz or presentation. Sorry k” Well, I am cool about it. “Priority come fist” I told him. Before I call in for the day, I’d buzzed him saying “Bobok, goodnight and sweet dream”. Communication got even worse when Naqi and Tenko, both having problem with their Yahoo Messenger. Hmmm…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah! My YM is ok now” out of the blue Naqi sent a message. So I had my hands full on both favourite guys of mine. Feeding them with news on Tribalwars, whatever stories and teasing each other. Naqi showed me a picture of Hiro. We always like to play Tug-of-War on Hiro. “He is mine!” I would act zealously over Masked Rider Kabuto’s hero, Hiro Mizushima. “Though I am a guy, I am scandalously having an affair with Hiro. So he is MINE!” claimed Naqi who loves Karmen Rider so muchy. We laughed and jokes about our Hiro. “ Naqi, we’re getting married!” I pulled the last straw to make a greater impact on my devotion. “I am going to burn down your wedding reception. I am going to burn everything on your wedding day. Burn! Burn! Burn!” Naqi showed his playful tantrums. We laughed hilariously! It was really a breath&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R9klKtPP0xI/AAAAAAAACoc/s5q2yqZ0Yq4/s1600-h/yuna2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177210112511562514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="192" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R9klKtPP0xI/AAAAAAAACoc/s5q2yqZ0Yq4/s320/yuna2.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er for I had a great time with Naqi and Tenko yesterday. Full of funny remarks and jokes. “Naqi, I really missed those days where we used to have lots of fun and laughter.” I finally mellow. Even with Tenko, it was lots of fun. So three of us, we tried to catch up whenever we can and Tribalwars our only game that bring us together as time goes by. Sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.s. Yuna marrying Hiro! (In your dreams baby..in your dreams ...hahahahaha...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh hello...could someone just get me in touch with Hiro Mizushima..I'm honored...wuhoo....(Eat your heart out, Naqi!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-7946883448741903326?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7946883448741903326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=7946883448741903326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7946883448741903326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7946883448741903326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/03/yuna-marrying-hiro.html' title='Yuna marrying Hiro!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R9klj9PP0yI/AAAAAAAACok/XmatD5i_auA/s72-c/nessa-3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-3048260826497893837</id><published>2008-03-02T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T07:43:03.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8rKHNNvMiI/AAAAAAAACnw/t0dlnNbTnW4/s1600-h/heheh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173169347143610914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8rKHNNvMiI/AAAAAAAACnw/t0dlnNbTnW4/s320/heheh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi! Ronnie Allen Silva aka Rizman . Do you still remember me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably you 'Hate Me'. I don't blame you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to block the thoughts of you so I don't lose my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An ounce of peace is all I want for you, Will you never call again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you never say that you love me just to put it in my face? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way you never try to reach me, it is I that wanted this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won't touch again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll drive so freaking far away that I'll never cross your mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I fell down yelling "make it go away" just make a smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I whispered "How could you did this to me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you then can....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate me today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate me tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate me so you can finally see whats good for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...............This chapter is close.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G84XdE7sHOU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G84XdE7sHOU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-3048260826497893837?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3048260826497893837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=3048260826497893837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3048260826497893837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3048260826497893837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/03/hate-me.html' title='Hate Me'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8rKHNNvMiI/AAAAAAAACnw/t0dlnNbTnW4/s72-c/heheh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-8541291169074576273</id><published>2008-02-29T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T02:07:37.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naqi's Ring Ring Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8fX2dNvMhI/AAAAAAAACno/9kpoX4TpWjc/s1600-h/1_423332763l[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172340027613458962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="231" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8fX2dNvMhI/AAAAAAAACno/9kpoX4TpWjc/s320/1_423332763l%5B1%5D.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9:00pm….“zzzzz time!” That was the status I displayed at my Yahoo Messenger last night. I guess my friends were surprised that I who is like ‘forever’ online finally gave in to be away from my PC.“Huh? Yuna, sleeping?” “r u really asleep?” “Isn’t that too early to fall asleep”…bla..bla..bla..some messages popping up at my computer screen. I’m a light sleeper and so any teeny-weeny noises will surely wake me up from my slumber. “Oh..just incoming messages” then looked at the time “Oh..it is not even 12 midnight” and continue with my sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naqi had been continuously sending messages to see if I am alright as it is out of my ordinary for an early night cap. I just had to get up and greeted him. “U? Sleeping at this hour?” he wondered. It was part of my plan to wake up at 12 midnight to attend my Tribalwars. Thus I need a good rest before I started burning my midnight oil. “Ring..ring..ring….” I heard a once familiar sound of ringing tone. I was startled for awhile thinking if GG had called until I realized it was Naqi. My goodness! So, ‘OK, I shall talk for awhile” I told him and quickly get my equipments to be connected with him. Hmmm..I was shy and 'woozy' at first and my throat was dry. “You know, the problem when we talk is that we don’t know what to say next” said Naqi….Yeah, how true! My head has gone ‘blank’ and I was like “Think Yuna think!” hahahaha…so I just gave some burst of chuckles while waiting my brain to warm up or shall I say log in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we were at ease to speak. Exchanging some links and a bit of singing too…huhuhu….him with his chipmunk song and I sang a bit of my favourite Japanese song. Groovy! We were getting comfortable until I heard the knocks on my door. “Naqi, we have to stop. I think my mum is at the door” I whispered (oh man…just when we were about to have more fun). I disconnected……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote;&lt;br /&gt;Y: Naqi, I can still hear some music coming from you&lt;br /&gt;N: Yeah? It is the chipmunk song. You can hear it?&lt;br /&gt;Y: Yeah! That is strange indeed. How can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we realized, both of us forgot to end our calls…huhuhu…What a joke! Silly me…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Naqi, you're a pal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-8541291169074576273?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8541291169074576273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=8541291169074576273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8541291169074576273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8541291169074576273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/02/naqis-ring-ring-ring.html' title='Naqi&apos;s Ring Ring Ring'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8fX2dNvMhI/AAAAAAAACno/9kpoX4TpWjc/s72-c/1_423332763l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-4365426417022866873</id><published>2008-02-27T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:15:21.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My February Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8Vf9ptoMiI/AAAAAAAACnQ/PvGRDCx5fpE/s1600-h/Josh-Groban-rp14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171645259878773282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8Vf9ptoMiI/AAAAAAAACnQ/PvGRDCx5fpE/s320/Josh-Groban-rp14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was almost 2:00am and I was, as usual, attending to my Tribalwars thingy until I heard a beautiful melody on television. I stopped immediately to listen. Mesmerized by his ever wonderful rich, baritone and velvet voice achoeing in the air. And I love the lyrics too. Been hearing it everday and whenever I could, has warpped my existance into past, present and future. It brought tears to my eyes, simply...simply...it is a better reflection of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Josh Groban's songs but not as much as the 'February Song', &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIKfpm9VCZE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIKfpm9VCZE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyric:&lt;br /&gt;Where has that old friend gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost in a February song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell him it won't be long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til he opens his eyes, opens his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is that simple day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before colors broke into shades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how did I ever fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into this life, into this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I never want to let you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive me if I slip away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all that I've known is lost and found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning is waking up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes it's more than just enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all that you need to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is in front of your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's in front of your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I never want to let you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive me if I slip away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it's hard to find the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I keep on falling as I try to get away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this crazy world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I never want to let you down&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8Ve4ptoMgI/AAAAAAAACnA/a8BNzHVaCnw/s1600-h/Josh-Groban-rp11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171644074467799554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" height="224" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8Ve4ptoMgI/AAAAAAAACnA/a8BNzHVaCnw/s320/Josh-Groban-rp11.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgive me if I slip away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all that I've known is lost and found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where has that old friend gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost in a February song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell him it won't be long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til he opens his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opens his eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;************* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-4365426417022866873?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4365426417022866873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=4365426417022866873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4365426417022866873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4365426417022866873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-february-song.html' title='My February Song'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8Vf9ptoMiI/AAAAAAAACnQ/PvGRDCx5fpE/s72-c/Josh-Groban-rp14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6353758870409307863</id><published>2008-02-26T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:16:19.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This page is dedicated to Anand Bora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8RUvptoMfI/AAAAAAAACm4/LlQUVOKhrYk/s1600-h/nandi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171351449755988466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8RUvptoMfI/AAAAAAAACm4/LlQUVOKhrYk/s320/nandi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY , ANAND BORA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello....&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to know about this guy&lt;br /&gt;He has just turned 26 and from Ranchi, India&lt;br /&gt;Who works in Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;And a talented guy..in drawings, mathematical drawings, ambigrams, bla..bla..bla.....take a lookie here &lt;a href="http://anandbora.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://anandbora.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very kind hearted and caring guy! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand, I wish you all the best in your life and undertaking. You deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yuna, Naqi and Tenko wishing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yj6cbM-h8xg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yj6cbM-h8xg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Anand, the movie (Telegu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WX7SAraRiDg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WX7SAraRiDg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Anand-kahi door jab din dhal jaye (Close to my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PglyVe6mmQY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PglyVe6mmQY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes..beautiful is not captured in a picture but in the heart... :)&lt;br /&gt;Yuna would like to say 'Dhanyavaad' in so many ways to a wonderful guy who has a beautiful heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-6353758870409307863?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6353758870409307863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=6353758870409307863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6353758870409307863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6353758870409307863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/02/26-february.html' title='This page is dedicated to Anand Bora'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R8RUvptoMfI/AAAAAAAACm4/LlQUVOKhrYk/s72-c/nandi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-7812891768483260618</id><published>2008-02-14T00:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T06:48:58.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R7QBAJtoMRI/AAAAAAAAClI/7fIP1w0FU4U/s1600-h/00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166755774619726098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="206" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R7QBAJtoMRI/AAAAAAAAClI/7fIP1w0FU4U/s320/00016.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Valentine’s day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank to all the well wishers on this lovey-dovey day. I don’t celebrate Valentine but I do welcome any good wishes and sincere greetings on any occasions with open arms. Muah! xxxx lots of kisses to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t hurt to spread love to anyone with good intention. Let there be love! And heal the world! Well…it has to start from the people like you and me too. And it is not necessary to celebrate it only on a Valentine’s day but any day..everyday..birthday..thanksgiving day..whatever day.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud. It rejoices over the evil and is the truth seeker. Love protects; preserves and hopes for the positive aspect of life. Always stand steadfast in love, not fall into it. It is like the dream of your matter of affection coming true. Love can occur between two or more individuals. It bonds them and connects them in a unified link of trust, intimacy and interdependence. It enhances the relationship and comforts the soul. Love should be experienced and not just felt. The depth of love can not be measured. A different dimension can be attained between any relationships with the magic of love. Love can be created. You just need to focus on the goodness of the other person. If this can be done easily, then you can also love easily. And remember we all have some positive aspect in us, no matter how bad our deeds maybe. And as God said “Love all”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Do you know how to spread love? (Not about making Love..mind you!)&lt;br /&gt;Have you hugged someone you love? Have you tell someone that you love? Have you touches the soul that you loved? Have you speak love…yeah to your god?&lt;br /&gt;Have you? Have you? Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am to remind you that I know what it is like to be not loved….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It hurts like hell and I want to be in heaven…so spread your love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some quotes on love that I like ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love." - Sophocles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness." - Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R7QAtZtoMQI/AAAAAAAAClA/7dVQdXVnw4k/s1600-h/lovehelp.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166755452497178882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R7QAtZtoMQI/AAAAAAAAClA/7dVQdXVnw4k/s320/lovehelp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love has no awareness of merit or demerit; it has no scale... Love loves; this is its nature." - Howard Thurman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Is Like The Cold Side Of Your Pillow…Fareeq Yong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is god’s gift to all mankind and livings…Yunie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-7812891768483260618?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7812891768483260618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=7812891768483260618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7812891768483260618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7812891768483260618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/02/test.html' title='About Love!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R7QBAJtoMRI/AAAAAAAAClI/7fIP1w0FU4U/s72-c/00016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-3142645602393382783</id><published>2008-02-13T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:43:21.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R7K6vptoMNI/AAAAAAAACko/qMPipUbzGqI/s1600-h/ff7_advent_children_0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166397050361229522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R7K6vptoMNI/AAAAAAAACko/qMPipUbzGqI/s320/ff7_advent_children_0150.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Hello! Yuna ke tu?” (Hello! Is that Yuna?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been receiving some unidentified callers this week. I usually don’t pick up such calls but I did, after a second thought…hahahaha…have you heard of ‘Curiosity kills the cat”? Well, poor kitty cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first caller was GG’s fiancé. I think she was curious and perhaps wants to know if such ‘Yuna’ do exist or what kind of relationship does her beloved fiancé has with Yuna…Well girl that is a long story. (Unless if she is willing to read the beginning of my blog, hahahaha…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, Yunie?” …Huh? This guy called me Yunie instead of Yuna. Only Tenko calls me by that name. I was a bit nervous when I heard a male Chinese slang on the other end. Yet, poor kitty cat again! Hahahaha…&lt;em&gt;padan muka&lt;/em&gt;! Anyway, it was Fareeq Yong. He was trying a prank on me but dares not. He laughed at the stints he tried to put on. He said that he got exited with his first call yesterday. Thus he wants to speak with me even though he has no topic or agenda to talk about. My goodness! “Yuna you have a lovely voice” he complimented. He commented that I am completely a different person when he compares my chat with him through YM and on the phone. Hmmm…Tenko mentioned the same too. And so was Naqi, “Even my lecturer who teaches English don’t speak like you do”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Yahoo messenger I usually write in Malay language in their street talk with a bit of English. When on the phone, I speaks En&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R7K7K5toMPI/AAAAAAAACk4/gwMEnPkF4rQ/s1600-h/ff7_advent_children_0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166397518512664818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R7K7K5toMPI/AAAAAAAACk4/gwMEnPkF4rQ/s320/ff7_advent_children_0161.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;glish but I guess I will naturally speaks Malay inter twined with English as we get along and that I am comfortable. But with a new person I usually write and speak in English until I am certain that person is ok. Phew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a private person and I intend to keep it that way…regardless in whatever language I shall speak, I am who I am and that I am OK ja…hahahahaha…….. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-3142645602393382783?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3142645602393382783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=3142645602393382783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3142645602393382783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3142645602393382783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R7K6vptoMNI/AAAAAAAACko/qMPipUbzGqI/s72-c/ff7_advent_children_0150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-8420505369372321780</id><published>2008-02-11T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T19:21:06.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the name of Fenrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R7EQkptoMLI/AAAAAAAACkY/YD8qKYwBvi8/s1600-h/hd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165928469429235890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R7EQkptoMLI/AAAAAAAACkY/YD8qKYwBvi8/s320/hd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am at war again and am defending my villages, Fenrir and Balamb Garden. My close comrades know that I am like forever busy attending and manning my villages and some sitting accounts’ villages. “You are passionate with Tribalwars” Anand said. “No, I am a dedicated person” I corrected his remarks. It looks easy, like construct buildings, upgrade the buildings, recruit troops and level up your resources. Time is a factor! It is a major factor in this game. The construction, recruitments and upgrading are so tasking. Next is the strategy. How to survive in a world where you cannot stand alone nor in a weak tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with Tenko-san. It was his idea. I am clueless and have never played in a MMOPRG strategy online game before. Tenko created and named our tribe, Whteve, derived from the word ‘Whatever’. Then Naqi joined us. We started ok but problem crops up when our villages were under attacked and thus we have to moved and start building our villages all over again. This time all of us chose South East as our location. Tenko and I, we planned and plan and plan. Discussion after discussion…then we came out with a mission and a vision. We have our ups and downs in Tribalwars. The moment you were about to reach the glory, some big asshole tribe gunning down your crown but we never gives up. NEVER! Somehow from just two of us, it grows to three and more and more members we have. Our tribe’s ranking move up so quickly and I guess we were under a watchdog of some big gun’s tribes. “Tenko, I just want to see our tribe to reach at rank 100. That’s all” I was hoping at least it would motivate our desires in this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Salihin. A Lone Ranger, I should say he is in this game, actually has given a big contribution in our tribe. He successfully rise above the rest of us. And also to Syed Ibrahim, who is like a dark Ceasar building his ghoul Roman cities and fellow members, also created a symbol for tribe Whteve giving us a new name, W.E. and a new look for us to brave in this World 7 of Tribalwars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am writing, soon Fenrir will fall under an unscrupulous greedy deranged Siberian tribe who think of nothing but robbing and conquering. Yet, do not underestimate my credibility because there will be a new Fenrir…a much stronger one. Believe me. Also, Tenko and I have plans…. : D (ssshhh..can’t say it here! Sorry! It is classified!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. W.E.’s rank is 141 as we speak. We are not far away from our dream, 100. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-8420505369372321780?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8420505369372321780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=8420505369372321780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8420505369372321780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8420505369372321780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-name-of-fenrir.html' title='In the name of Fenrir'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R7EQkptoMLI/AAAAAAAACkY/YD8qKYwBvi8/s72-c/hd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-1446331794133434303</id><published>2008-02-07T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:21:11.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6wsW9BQT6I/AAAAAAAACkA/P9ObVgTiVIw/s1600-h/220px-Taraxacum_seed_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164551645535686562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6wsW9BQT6I/AAAAAAAACkA/P9ObVgTiVIw/s320/220px-Taraxacum_seed_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time pass so quickly. Whatever changes by the second and not by the hour. Day time may filled with lovely happenings , by night it could turn the otherwise. Depends on your daily packages..unfold the mystery for the day. How things effect your life, your mood and your well being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today he/she is your best friend and tomorrow, a stranger. Come here today and gone tomorrow. But that is okay, even the flowers can't stand the test of time. At least you know a rose is a rose. But do you notice a dandelion when it is gone? A weed will stay unnoticed even if it bears a flower. "I care not for you...for you are a nothing". How sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, just this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rfemx5g54cw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rfemx5g54cw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over and over and over until the 'time' enveloped me and hope for the changes &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6wsOdBQT5I/AAAAAAAACj4/IAyYbMExF_4/s1600-h/220px-Photos-photos_1088103921_Floating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164551499506798482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="147" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6wsOdBQT5I/AAAAAAAACj4/IAyYbMExF_4/s320/220px-Photos-photos_1088103921_Floating.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;next morning....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know where you're going to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like the things that life is showing you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you going to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-1446331794133434303?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1446331794133434303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=1446331794133434303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1446331794133434303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1446331794133434303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know?'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6wsW9BQT6I/AAAAAAAACkA/P9ObVgTiVIw/s72-c/220px-Taraxacum_seed_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-8591071906216463630</id><published>2008-02-02T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T07:14:02.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never even better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SGjNBQTwI/AAAAAAAACiw/wGF_4gNsJp4/s1600-h/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013448003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162399012221898498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="166" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SGjNBQTwI/AAAAAAAACiw/wGF_4gNsJp4/s320/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013448003.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SGMtBQTvI/AAAAAAAACio/X0Ni7tokpOM/s1600-h/_44119665_blindfold_gallery.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We lost track of time when we chat yesterday. We talk about some music and songs which we like. "This song, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFDvvQ5wi1w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFDvvQ5wi1w&lt;/a&gt; if I am lazy with my work...I'll quickly do it after listening to it " he said. It is Lazy by Deep Purple.&lt;/div&gt;Here is the lyric;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're lazy just stay in bed... You're lazy just stay in bed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't want no money... You don't want no bread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't want to live... you don't want to cry no more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well my trying ain't done no good... I said my trying ain't done no good &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't make no effort no not like you should &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He said that the lyric is simple but very meaningful to him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus I gave him mine, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZItssJugxJk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZItssJugxJk&lt;/a&gt; and told him that that is my "UP" song, Calling by Kyosuke Himuro. I usually listen and watch it if I am down or depressed, over and over again until I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the lyric if you like to sing along;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nemurenu yoru wo ikutsu kazuetara ore-tachi tadoritsuku darou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dore dake no inochi nakushita toki arasoi wa owaru no darou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rekishi no ue wo korogaru dake no sukuenai doukeshi-tachi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itsuka dareka ga itte ta you ni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kotae wa kaze no naka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somuketa kao wo ikutsu utaretara kizukanu furi yameru no ka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dore hodo no kurushimi ni taetara egao wa jiyuu ni naru no ka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabita kusari ni tsungareta mama mata shippo wo maku no nara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itsuka dareka ga itte ta you ni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kotae wa kaze no naka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Furishiboru koe to nigirishimeru sono te de&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unmei wa kitto kawaru toki wo matte iru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chippoke-na ai no sasayaka-na chikara de&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kanashimi wa itsumo dakareru no wo matte iru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uso no pazuru wo narabekaeteru aware-na petenshi-tachi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fukiyousa wo kiyou ni furumau oroka-na romanchisuto-tachi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rekishi ga nanimo kataranaku naru sonna hi ga kuru yokan ni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itsuka dareka ga itte ta you in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kotae wa kaze no naka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Furishiboru koe to nigirishimeru sono te de&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unmei wa kitto kawaru toki wo matte iru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chippoke-na ai no sasayaka-na chikara de&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kanashimi wa itsumo dakareru no wo matte iru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huhuhu...I am already feeling like on top of everest! Just listening to this song and reminising those days.Wuhoo! Speechless!!!!!!" I told him. I really felt good last night. Hmmm...I feel good! In fact, never even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you my friend, you are always there for me......) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-8591071906216463630?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/8591071906216463630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=8591071906216463630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8591071906216463630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/8591071906216463630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/02/never-even-better.html' title='Never even better'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SGjNBQTwI/AAAAAAAACiw/wGF_4gNsJp4/s72-c/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children-20050516013448003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6292297576680934033</id><published>2008-01-31T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:21:35.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use your 8 fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6GQF9BQTuI/AAAAAAAACig/sHtikss777E/s1600-h/typing-on-a-keyboard-~-bxp26998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161565079896870626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6GQF9BQTuI/AAAAAAAACig/sHtikss777E/s320/typing-on-a-keyboard-~-bxp26998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“How many fingers do you use when you type?” He asked. Six I said. “No wonder! You should use 8” he added. And so he taught me the right way to type on the keyboard. “You should try!” he advised. My right fingers dominantly do all the typing than my left fingers. “Use your thumb for the space bar, you right pinky for shift and left pinky for enter” he said. “Huhuhuhu…I use my right pinky for Friends Forever!” I said jokingly. I recalled when Ashly of Pokemon sealed her pinky with a friend’s pinky and both said “Friends Forever!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am trying my best to type using my eight fingers. Hahahaha…My goodness, it is so damn slow and with lots of typo. And I wonder if he went for a typing lesson since he said that he can do it even without looking at the keyboard. And thus, he is damn good at playing games too like O2jam, Guitar Hero 3 and other games. Count me out brother! I won’t challenge ya, master-ji . &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6GPXNBQTtI/AAAAAAAACiY/4vSEWmKLmqE/s1600-h/typing-on-a-computer-keyboard-~-AA003488.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A link for a nimble fingers &lt;a href="http://www.powertyping.com/Lkeyboard.html"&gt;http://www.powertyping.com/Lkeyboard.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alahai, Tenko…susah tol nak menaip nih but I’ll keep practising :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. this is as far as I can go for a time being….dada~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-6292297576680934033?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6292297576680934033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=6292297576680934033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6292297576680934033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6292297576680934033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/01/use-your-8-fingers.html' title='Use your 8 fingers'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6GQF9BQTuI/AAAAAAAACig/sHtikss777E/s72-c/typing-on-a-keyboard-~-bxp26998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-4624877974250734358</id><published>2008-01-25T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:27:02.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R5qLq9BQTeI/AAAAAAAACgg/0LyGuoMFlbU/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159589893156916706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R5qLq9BQTeI/AAAAAAAACgg/0LyGuoMFlbU/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello....I have been busy lately. Yeah, busy with my latest blog called 'Bed Time Stories' &lt;a href="http://ff8yuna-bedtimestories.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ff8yuna-bedtimestories.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; . It all started from " I bet you have watched Real Life Final Fantasy Play" but I have not. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tenko&lt;/span&gt; gave a few links from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; related it. I laughed and we had a great time exchanging the links we found. This is one of the best, &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=wwLrgxtALWs"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=wwLrgxtALWs&lt;/a&gt; . "I wish we can do one like that...what about you? You have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UTHM&lt;/span&gt; and friends who may help you...." I said. Well, it is not about the venue but who else in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UTHM&lt;/span&gt; are FF craze like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yuna&lt;/span&gt;? So, that is absolutely out the question and beside that, one requires a good video camera too. And so, we started our Real Life Final Fantasy Play a different way. We make up a story. We tell tales on whom we were, where we went, with whom we fight and things or weapons we brought along. We add some characters and goofiness. It was hilarious. A good play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, I thought "Why not put it in a blog?". And so.....the story goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed reading it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-4624877974250734358?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4624877974250734358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=4624877974250734358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4624877974250734358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4624877974250734358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R5qLq9BQTeI/AAAAAAAACgg/0LyGuoMFlbU/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6247962457515854185</id><published>2008-01-21T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T05:58:15.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed time story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R5RfIaADvfI/AAAAAAAACdA/MBPlG_O4iVs/s1600-h/942745_20080104_screen002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157852071269219826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R5RfIaADvfI/AAAAAAAACdA/MBPlG_O4iVs/s320/942745_20080104_screen002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“One man down! One man down! Medic! Medic!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head, all I could think of is a play to keep me entertained whilst I am bed ridden down with high fever and flu-like symptom. My body aches. I’ve been spending so much time sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Tenko pulled up his buddy who has been shot, out from the open. “Are you ok, Yunie? You don’t die on me or I’ll kick your bloody ass.” She wriggled into pain as he checked on the wound. Fresh dark blood oozed out from her upper right chest. “Morphine time!” I remembered the Power Rangers yelling out this for transformation (was I hallucinating?). I smiled though I felt jolted of pains as he stashed some with whatever stuff and some bandages to the open wound. “Can you walk?” he said “Hang on buddy!” I heard bombs and gun shots like every where. The jungle was thick with smokes and dampen lushes green. “Arrgh! You think after all the fights we had, the aliens, zombies, monster, big daddy..aargh!..you think I’d be resting?” Out of the blue, I saw a bright red figure with big yellow compound eyes staring at me. The head nodded complying with the Captain’s command. He muffled some words that I could not make out of. “Arrgh! Another buggie to kill for?” I was thinking. I was about to lift up my Bobcat weapon BW-5/FS 9mm Rifle to shoot “Yunie! It’s me la..Kamen Rider Kabuto! Hyper form! &lt;em&gt;Kang aku bagi rider kick kang&lt;/em&gt;!” the red buggie voiced out. Then there was a loud bang and sulphuric vapour raised in the air choking me. As I cough more blood oozes out besides the pain was unbearable. Then it was black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have slept and has lost track of the play…huhuhu..I was thinking, I should said “ Naqi, you should have a better camouflage in the jungle”. I think a hand grenade ble&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R5RexqADveI/AAAAAAAACc4/9QMGBtDvrzc/s1600-h/942745_20080104_screen037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157851680427195874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R5RexqADveI/AAAAAAAACc4/9QMGBtDvrzc/s320/942745_20080104_screen037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w up somewhere near us as we all ducked for cover. “Shinea!shinea!shinea!” Tenko was screaming. He wanted more blood, I think. It was not like him going berserk. Naqi, gave out his best shots and some deadly kicks towards the enemies at great speed. And I, this was my first gun shot wound, “Damn it! I have never been out of action before! Damn it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued…on a new blog called “Bed time stories” in the making :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-6247962457515854185?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6247962457515854185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=6247962457515854185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6247962457515854185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6247962457515854185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/01/bed-time-story.html' title='Bed time story'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R5RfIaADvfI/AAAAAAAACdA/MBPlG_O4iVs/s72-c/942745_20080104_screen002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-3716719423791643034</id><published>2008-01-16T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:24:25.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revisiting Ben</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R45K16ADvUI/AAAAAAAACbo/9aCtED2HFOs/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156140913348820290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="203" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R45K16ADvUI/AAAAAAAACbo/9aCtED2HFOs/s320/06.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought of 'Ben' tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I went revisiting some old sites and links which related to Ben. Brought me back to those sweet old days where we used to be......(maybe I should leave a space here). It is just a space!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some how I miss Ben...ya, I preferred the Ben I once knew. Those innocent days which bring lots of joy and laughter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;...I still remember when I dedicated this song to him &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=cwAmpn8ISV0"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=cwAmpn8ISV0&lt;/a&gt; and he said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hampeh&lt;/span&gt;"...a word which was so foreign to me and I got confused but I meant every word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; sang in it 'You got a friend in me'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those days..filling the void of loneliness..and some how we have each other ...to move on, supporting each other, like I have no other friend but Ben. I was strong again and so was he. Until one day '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yuna&lt;/span&gt;, don't call me Ben', an era of a different tone of friendship spiralling up and down, close and far and more confusion and less and less to none. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's next? If only I could tell him "Ben! I shouldn't have stop calling you Ben" as it doesn't matter...yeah! when I thought about it...It doesn't matter at all. After all, we are still what we are and what we want and has never change still. Except there is silent which is deafening but whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-3716719423791643034?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3716719423791643034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=3716719423791643034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3716719423791643034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3716719423791643034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/01/revisiting-ben.html' title='Revisiting Ben'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R45K16ADvUI/AAAAAAAACbo/9aCtED2HFOs/s72-c/06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6025095809086983302</id><published>2008-01-14T21:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:36:52.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a fighter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R4xKp6ADvQI/AAAAAAAACbM/6TNyWsgJ-f0/s1600-h/narashaknife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155577757236968706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R4xKp6ADvQI/AAAAAAAACbM/6TNyWsgJ-f0/s320/narashaknife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“I am worried” I told him when my Ivalice was going to be under attack in 3 hours time. I couldn’t log into my Tribalwars account. The internet connection was slow but not Yahoo Messenger. I was already up at 5 am in the morning attending to this matter. The day before Tribe Teh Mex attacked Ivalice twice. I won the first round but not the second round. My troops…all gone and I had to recruits more troops getting ready for the next 4 waves of battle. The fights were just 10 minutes apart from each attack. “Yeah, me too!” he replied. His Ravager was and is still (as I am writing) being under siege. I don’t know what’s on his mind but I do know him well enough, hmm…being the coolest guy that I know, he may sound alarming and concerned just to make me feel good or perhaps in his exasperation, he seek my support too...whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feed each other on our opponents’ data. In order to defend, we discussed about some strategies. “You know what?” I said. “I think our name associate with the word ‘Ten’ seems to be inviting the giants to make war with us”. We laughed at my silly statement but then he changed his original fort name to Ravager. I was surprised! Wow, did he take it seriously? But whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R4xKQaADvOI/AAAAAAAACa8/PHS25MKdOto/s1600-h/FFXII_Avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155577319150304482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R4xKQaADvOI/AAAAAAAACa8/PHS25MKdOto/s320/FFXII_Avatar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of my fights, I loss but my fort was not noble by the Teh Mex. Thank god! That was a good news too. I have time to build back whatever was ruined and level up my enforcement. “ Don’t you ever back off! ” I told him. “ Yeah, We fight! ” he replied. “ Yeah, we fight! fight! fight! ” I encouraged. “ I’m a fighter! I have never back off ” I reminded him. I think he knows that and also giving him full support on our Tribe in Tribalwars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-6025095809086983302?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6025095809086983302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=6025095809086983302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6025095809086983302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6025095809086983302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-fighter.html' title='I&apos;m a fighter!'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R4xKp6ADvQI/AAAAAAAACbM/6TNyWsgJ-f0/s72-c/narashaknife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-6968387759726046160</id><published>2008-01-09T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T04:30:13.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Gundam Exia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R4SP76ADvJI/AAAAAAAACaI/ltg_V1mbZ40/s1600-h/sn330493_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153402132963245202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="210" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R4SP76ADvJI/AAAAAAAACaI/ltg_V1mbZ40/s320/sn330493_1.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bet they were laughing away when they bought the Gundam Exia 1/44 scale model.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they were thinking; “Lets see if Yuna can put these together! (hahahaha)”&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was surprised too. The first word that came out from my mouth when uncovered the package was ‘My goodness!’ then I was LOL! Wish they were here to hug them and pinched their cheeks till red! Ouch? Yeah…as much ‘OUCH-cies’ I could give. But guys, you underestimate Yuna Braska! I think la..huhuhu…. You are challenging my skills and intelligence…yeah really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assemble part 1 – It was a smooth operation. It took me just below 20 minutes to complete that part. Snapped the finished product and send it to Naqi. “Why not completed it in one day?” he persuaded. Heheh…I am taking my own sweet time la…and enjoying it day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assemble part 2 (next day) – Oh dear, I was ready at full steam. My goodness! Those parts were so tiny to put together. I fumbled and tried to get it fixed. Hey…its teeny-weeny-tiny whatever parts! Geez! “Yunie, good luck with your Gundam..hehehehe..” Tenko was delighted. God! I wondered if I can get through this today. Oh man! But guys...heheheh..I got a help from a new-guy-in-the block today. Seeing me frowning, he offered his assistance (blushing already). Hahaha..and it finally took shape of the Head! Thanks, Iskandar…(ahem!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assemble part 3 until 9 - Well, was engrossed with it. Time flies…but who cares…I make the rules. To be continue tomorrow! Wuhoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Thanks Naqi and Tenko, you guys really know how to keep me entertained. YM, MMS, SMS and Tribalwars….Love ya! Apa lagi yek? Oh ya..Fantasy Real Play..hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-6968387759726046160?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/6968387759726046160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=6968387759726046160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6968387759726046160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/6968387759726046160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/01/operation-gundam-exia.html' title='Operation Gundam Exia'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R4SP76ADvJI/AAAAAAAACaI/ltg_V1mbZ40/s72-c/sn330493_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-5199020161641168141</id><published>2008-01-04T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T08:28:02.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R35eJKADvII/AAAAAAAACaA/AsWzC7vJM7I/s1600-h/z72340750vc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151658535154859138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R35eJKADvII/AAAAAAAACaA/AsWzC7vJM7I/s320/z72340750vc4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the eve of new year, I am at no peace.&lt;br /&gt;Infact since 22 December until now, I have been attending to some personal matters...moving up and down, some sleepless night and boy...am I tired.&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to catch some sleep...man, I need a good sleep. But I am not at peace.&lt;br /&gt;I close my tired eyes but never in a slumber. I could hear the surrounding though my mind was trying hard to cave in, into a dream.&lt;br /&gt;I toss and turn, pulled my comforter further up to my chest. Boy, I guess I am not at peace. I feel hollow. My eyes were staring at the ceiling...the wall...and the surrounding. I am looking into space....Have you ever been like this? Like you don't know what are you looking at...you don't know what are you going to do next...you can't think...in fact, there is nothing to think about...and I am damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Help me make it through the night! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45-6duFvfuI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45-6duFvfuI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZzzzzZZzzzzzZZzzz please....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-5199020161641168141?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5199020161641168141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=5199020161641168141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5199020161641168141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5199020161641168141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/01/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R35eJKADvII/AAAAAAAACaA/AsWzC7vJM7I/s72-c/z72340750vc4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-2858608691256691215</id><published>2008-01-01T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T08:34:40.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 'Yuna'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R3po96ADu_I/AAAAAAAACY4/K5gAspOOBQI/s1600-h/coloured-party-balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150544536602393586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R3po96ADu_I/AAAAAAAACY4/K5gAspOOBQI/s320/coloured-party-balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to ALL for the birthday and New Year wishes! I am touched! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, Naqi, was the first person to say it... on the dot of 31 December and 1 January, though he was damn busy with his assignment. "Actually Naqi, Tenko beat you at it as he said it in advance 3 days ago...hahahaha...!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here is a poem made by my dear friend, Anand. I am sharing it with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cute Yuna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is simple, silent and very cute;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So feminine but always with a gamer's boot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her excitement says it all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;She conquers and conquers them all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her beautiful face has soothing charm,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;She has abudant happiness in her emotional 'farm'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her ambitions distend far and wide;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;She surfs brilliantly through the 'life' tide. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An intelligent advisor she is,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talk to her - you'll feel bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;She ripped through the tough times with ease;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;She'll attain success without any 'grease'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;She laughs her way - spreading love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peaceful and lovely like the dove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her words resemble a runa;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long live pretty friend YUNA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Anand Bora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, Anand from the bottom of my heart. I'm honoured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you put too much cream on the top of the ice-cream. :) hahahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I like it my dear friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I cannot pretend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you very muchy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is very touchy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(heheh..mere shayer to nahe!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-2858608691256691215?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2858608691256691215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=2858608691256691215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/2858608691256691215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/2858608691256691215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2008/01/test.html' title='Just &apos;Yuna&apos;'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R3po96ADu_I/AAAAAAAACY4/K5gAspOOBQI/s72-c/coloured-party-balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-2259590620378050250</id><published>2007-12-30T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:56:37.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seize the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R3iLC6ADu9I/AAAAAAAACYo/ymtAYWqr6Po/s1600-h/46348_formatted_alyxlookalike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150019055943662546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="242" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R3iLC6ADu9I/AAAAAAAACYo/ymtAYWqr6Po/s320/46348_formatted_alyxlookalike.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Year 2008 is just around the corner...I'm sure majority people are looking forward for the new year party bash. The count down will be aired on TV from one city to one city, country by country. 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1! HAPPY NEW YEAR! Everyone on the street and at home cheering up..and there will be awesome fireworks at most major cities in the world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....if I were a cosmonaut...I wonder.. what do I see on the eve of new year's celebration from space?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel the wind of change is blowing in my face. Yes, I am moving forward but approaching a different angle...This is not about 2008 resolution..it is about some plans I have laid out for the year 2008. Wish me luck k! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To some pit stops I make this year especially;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...thank you for letting me into your world. You changed me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. From zero to...no..I'm not a hero...I learn a lot from you. Love working with you. I remembered the first time we got to know each other..it all started with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cakapgold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and our story line was ..'the moral of the story..". I wish you all the best in your future undertakings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stumplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...my guru..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about blogging la..otherwise, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sphere does not exist! Hey, where have you been la...I thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;muchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I hope you are doing fine brother! Take care!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Metharox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...my first friend on online business thingy...you are my online business advisor! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....don't laugh! It was not your fault but mine. I didn't do as you have advised. But you are an honest person...aisey..where have you been my friend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Drexar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cakapgold's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; FF 'Cloud'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Eeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...you are so hot! You are the only person at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Cakapgold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with FF in your head. Thanks for those FF songs and FF previews at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cakapgold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MTV. Yeah! FF Rules!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...the only girl whom I have fun getting to know with. A strong willed and gutsy lady. We share some secrets..a girl to girl talk. Thanks for being there during my confusion time. Hope you and your family are fine and all the best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Salihin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...for a guy who is a bit pushy...I really underestimate you. You are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my friend. Looks like now, you are more confident in your undertakings...and happy '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;awek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...May W.E. be with you! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;TW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la...) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;kelakar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Anand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...we 'clicked' from the first day we got to know each other. My very first best friend buddy from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Mybloglog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;baik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;nyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!' ( nice la..). What you said make sense. Thanks for bringing my senses back and thank you for lending me your shoulder to cry on. TQ..TQ..TQ..TQ..TQ..TQ..TQ..TQ..TQ..Love u..love u..love u..love u..love u..Hey! I am leaving some love for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Mothi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too..she's a pal! You are a very lucky person, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Anand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[p.s. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Mothi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he is the best guy la...take good care of him..and you too...hmm..don't leave him la! : ) ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Fareeq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yong...my newest online friend. We share of the same interest..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the fun part...yes, I love to play war games...there is a story behind all these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...too bad I didn't get to know you sooner. It could be a different battlefield..but you are so much of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;neo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;nazi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'Medal of Honor' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...it could be fun to fight! fight! fight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And last but not least, to my favourite guys! I love them so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;muchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I could just hug them if I could...they bring me joy when I am in pain. A 'happening' lots! So much so...I gave and gave and gave...we share so much in 'whatever'! They make me laugh right from the very beginning of our friendship...something I cannot explain. "Hey! you got the best of me la..!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Naqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Kamen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rider! A strong headed person but a very kind hearted guy. An individuality! To be the first of anything! To get the best of whatever! An attention grabber. A supporter. Understanding. Energetic. Comical. Funny. Happy. In short..he is the sun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(p.s. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Aini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you are a very lucky gal! Let the sunshine set on you!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Tenko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Mr Nice guy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...mysterious (to me, now no more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;huhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Cold blooded and hot blooded animal (what? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..). Romantic in his own way ( I think someone don't agree and is laughing already..hahahaha..ceh!). Understanding. An advisor. A Gamer. The 'General'. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;guitar man aka Steve Vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Modest. Smarty pants. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Padawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chef. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Parit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Raja's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sleeping Beauty. The coolest guy on the planet! In short ..he is the moon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(p.s. have you ever get caught on a moon beam? not on this planet! you have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;ent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R3iKUaADu8I/AAAAAAAACYg/d7FGk_kj83o/s1600-h/whateva+gurlzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150018257079745474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="222" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R3iKUaADu8I/AAAAAAAACYg/d7FGk_kj83o/s320/whateva+gurlzz.JPG" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er his time zone)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You guys really rock! I really have good time with you. Lets rock the house! Especially on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Tribalwars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! May W.E. be with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dedicated to all; &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ss6pepd3XuY"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ss6pepd3XuY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thanks to all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-2259590620378050250?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/2259590620378050250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=2259590620378050250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/2259590620378050250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/2259590620378050250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2007/12/seize-day.html' title='Seize the Day'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R3iLC6ADu9I/AAAAAAAACYo/ymtAYWqr6Po/s72-c/46348_formatted_alyxlookalike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-9028248753028989084</id><published>2007-12-25T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:39:34.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R3HW8aADu2I/AAAAAAAACXw/8L0irgY6ZN0/s1600-h/beachBoat_blueGreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148132182321249122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R3HW8aADu2I/AAAAAAAACXw/8L0irgY6ZN0/s320/beachBoat_blueGreen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Away from home...somewhere ...far away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I opened my eyes...staring at the sea...the waves...the sound of the ocean... the soft glow of the morning dusk greets me...so calm. Somehow I thought of things I went through..my laughter, my happiness, my sorrow, my sorriness and my peace. I've been thinking and thinking..a lot! so much so I want to leave behind the scar that runs deep in me. I keep holding on..but oh come on..everyone knows..if a person care so much, he/she just don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; like that. They won't even make you sad or cry.....so? (you already got your answer, my lady)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"History repeats itself" that's what I told him. The fear in me was so great, it pulls me under...no matter how much he tried to convince that things would be different this time. Then, there was this &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ePyRrb2-fzs"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ePyRrb2-fzs&lt;/a&gt; . My eyes fixed! I listened to it. Is it too late to apologize? ( I let you think about it this time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I remembered, Ocean love, &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=w6k-DqdDNnA"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=w6k-DqdDNnA&lt;/a&gt; I was more at ease...I close my eyes and listen to the waves..tears slowly flow down my cheeks...my protection..my visions...all in my head...trying to reach out whatever...that is close enough..my ocean size love...(leaving behind my foot prints in the sand...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No regrets...&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=JQpMksYNXtg"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=JQpMksYNXtg&lt;/a&gt; So I softly slip away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-9028248753028989084?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/9028248753028989084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=9028248753028989084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/9028248753028989084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/9028248753028989084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2007/12/sands-of-time.html' title='No regrets'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R3HW8aADu2I/AAAAAAAACXw/8L0irgY6ZN0/s72-c/beachBoat_blueGreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-1174615600303333499</id><published>2007-12-20T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T07:42:00.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning midnight oil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R2t-zaADuzI/AAAAAAAACXU/MNhIwNxeWLM/s1600-h/19thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146346420818918194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="164" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R2t-zaADuzI/AAAAAAAACXU/MNhIwNxeWLM/s320/19thumb.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I stayed up almost everynight. I usually spend my time at Tribalwars. To those who are familiar with this MMORPG online game may be wondering ...why on earth Yuna is spending so much time there when she can set and just leave. Well..I am not alone. At times I discuss with the General and also other members that need my help and advises. I have my missions and strategies and plan to keep it that way. Almost everyone put their effort to make our Tribe among the best and the giants. Beside, that is my fun time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And of course, been spending some time chatting with my favourite guy until dawn. Never once a boring hour. "Are you sleepy?" I'd ask if it pass 4:00 am. We could go on and on and on. "Yuna, it is already 5:30am la.." he told me today...My goodness..time flies! I wished it was off day today so that I could catch my sleep. Yet..we still continued to stretch a few more minutes before saying "Good morning and sweet dreams"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We usually close the chapter of our day with our Final Fantasy play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Ok, I'll be seeing you in a short while. You left your crow bar the other day (Half-life)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Don't forget to bring your gun slinger (FF X-2). I'm using my silver baller (Hitman)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: The zombies could recognise you from far. Your baldness shine....wear a wig!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: I don't need a wig. I got a barcode to show-off! You better watch out when I go berzerk and trigger happy &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R2t9zqADuxI/AAAAAAAACXE/18HafIdfDCA/s1600-h/hitman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146345325602257682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="188" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R2t9zqADuxI/AAAAAAAACXE/18HafIdfDCA/s320/hitman.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: You think I don't have a cool move?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: Also, make sure you don't friendly fire me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Though Nemises (Resident Evil 3) is bald  but you are much better looking! hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(so I won't be shooting you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man...we could go on playing like this ..but somewhere along the line..we know we must stop to rest....and continue our next episode...our next chat...whatever and whenever! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-1174615600303333499?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/1174615600303333499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=1174615600303333499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1174615600303333499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/1174615600303333499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2007/12/burning-midnight-oil.html' title='Burning midnight oil'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R2t-zaADuzI/AAAAAAAACXU/MNhIwNxeWLM/s72-c/19thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-906808730676504320</id><published>2007-12-14T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T06:15:56.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use your imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R2OWzaADuoI/AAAAAAAACV8/mHAfy4UMYjU/s1600-h/red+letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144121009284299394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R2OWzaADuoI/AAAAAAAACV8/mHAfy4UMYjU/s320/red+letter.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dreaded myself to the kitchen today. Didn't know what to cook. What's the menu? I took out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pomfret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fish and decided a simple dish would do. While waiting the fish to defrost, I defrost myself..hahahaha...meaning, I decided to take a nap. Imagined I was shopping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Midvalley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and soon I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, imagining I had my own TV show on 'Cooking made Simple'. Giving some cooking skills and tips. I was guiding and explaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;huhuhuhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....(Hey! there was a camera in front of me! and I was like Martha Steward) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! give me a break! Anyway, my imagination kept me going and moving. Thus my time in the kitchen was not dreaded one after all. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back in my room, I was thinking about my blogs. I haven't been touching for awhile. I somehow remembered that morning he was telling me about those days he played for his band "Red Letter Day'. They played '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Reptilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' (The Strokes), his favourite song. Then I wrote " Tell us a story I know you're not boring". We laughed. It was wee hours in the morning and there was never a boring hour that kept us going on and on. So I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and searched for '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Reptilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'. No..I wasn't looking at cute Julian..I was looking at those fingers strumming the guitar. Makes me to imagine, him playing his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ibanez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the Red Letter Day. I listen carefully at all the notes and strokes he had to strummed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Waaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...that was cool...Take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lookie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=RM2Ssne97ek"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=RM2Ssne97ek&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah..use your imagination! It keeps you going day after day! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-906808730676504320?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/906808730676504320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=906808730676504320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/906808730676504320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/906808730676504320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2007/12/use-your-imagination.html' title='Use your imagination'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R2OWzaADuoI/AAAAAAAACV8/mHAfy4UMYjU/s72-c/red+letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-4160536481171847698</id><published>2007-12-08T22:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:04:56.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misheard lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1uhMS6sYUI/AAAAAAAACVs/nrk9d5qcu6Q/s1600-h/140x105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141880632182071618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1uhMS6sYUI/AAAAAAAACVs/nrk9d5qcu6Q/s320/140x105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was about to call in and I thought I give him a goodnight song from YouTube. It has been awhile we haven't exchange dedication songs. "Hey, what are you up to?" he asked when there was no respond from me. I just wanted to surprise him and didn't want him to know. "Ow, I am at YouTube..I forgot the name of the band I'm looking for". I was looking for 'Helena' by My Chemical Romance with FF video clip in it but I came across this "Hey, take a lookie!" &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=yy7uyxDNNt0"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=yy7uyxDNNt0&lt;/a&gt; . Here is another one &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=1SUseESkinc"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=1SUseESkinc&lt;/a&gt; We were LOL!!Hahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..just for your enjoyment...a tribute to My Chemical Romance on misheard lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;(FYI, MCR will be perfoming in Kuala Lumpur, 9 December 2007...oh hello..Gerard Way...you're so HOT! Love you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ysZRb0uyQ4w"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ysZRb0uyQ4w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=CAj4uVATq_s"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=CAj4uVATq_s&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1ug6y6sYTI/AAAAAAAACVk/hW52KNU1N4s/s1600-h/3236743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141880331534360882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1ug6y6sYTI/AAAAAAAACVk/hW52KNU1N4s/s320/3236743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=F_A9dqDH_6g"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=F_A9dqDH_6g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=kqYGM3X5rCk"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=kqYGM3X5rCk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha....My Chemical Romance! You ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, excuse me...I forgot about this at the end of the night, &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=95t6XH2o49M"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=95t6XH2o49M&lt;/a&gt; Goodnight!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-4160536481171847698?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/4160536481171847698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=4160536481171847698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4160536481171847698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/4160536481171847698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2007/12/misheard-lyrics.html' title='Misheard lyrics'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1uhMS6sYUI/AAAAAAAACVs/nrk9d5qcu6Q/s72-c/140x105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-7109865789298271228</id><published>2007-12-06T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T06:50:16.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1qvDS6sYRI/AAAAAAAACVU/UzEXlwUiZxI/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141614395749327122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1qvDS6sYRI/AAAAAAAACVU/UzEXlwUiZxI/s320/28.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am a very patient person. I keep my cool though my hair is on fire...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I'm able to put on a straight face pretending it doesn't hurt. But once it reach the limit, I feel like running as far as I could. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tidus&lt;/span&gt; in FF10..disappear in thin air..non existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend advised me to just ignore any unpleasant situation and put on a smile. About him, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;...he is the coolest person that I know. Cooler than me. " It is not about 'I-don't give-a-damn' but 'I-don't-want-your-shit' thingy. He said; "Pretend like nothing happened and treat them as usual. If they still continue, just let them be and put on a smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am learning from him...I want to break free and thus no one will question my integrity and my sincerity. Then he said; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yaa&lt;/span&gt;..but please..don't la...be yourself but if you can forget it, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; la..but don't keep it in your heart". There are memories best left to forget, so you can move on. There are words best left unsaid, nobody is hurt. There are things best left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;untouched&lt;/span&gt;, you leave in peace. There are dreams best not no one knew, so you can dream on and reach your goals.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All the things you said... running through my head...I can try to pretend, I can try to forget but it's driving me mad, going out of my head &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=YKt6wZwW050"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=YKt6wZwW050&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/4405525459482198710-7109865789298271228?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/7109865789298271228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=7109865789298271228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7109865789298271228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/7109865789298271228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-very-patient-person.html' title='Cool dude'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1qvDS6sYRI/AAAAAAAACVU/UzEXlwUiZxI/s72-c/28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-5120459503835915595</id><published>2007-12-04T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:27:50.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream to sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1YnsC6sYHI/AAAAAAAACUE/nylaWveME4M/s1600-h/ss_preview_Resident_Evil_4__Wii_Edition_Nintendo_WiiScreenshots7875Wii_RE4_image03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140339662340776050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1YnsC6sYHI/AAAAAAAACUE/nylaWveME4M/s320/ss_preview_Resident_Evil_4__Wii_Edition_Nintendo_WiiScreenshots7875Wii_RE4_image03.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Say Hi to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yuna&lt;/span&gt; k" he said before we bid goodnight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...don't get confused. I have a lullaby pillow which is round, one side is blue and other is green. It is named after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yuna&lt;/span&gt;, the female protagonist in both &lt;a title="Final Fantasy X" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Final_Fantasy_X"&gt;Final Fantasy X&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Final Fantasy X-2" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Final_Fantasy_X-2"&gt;Final Fantasy X-2&lt;/a&gt; games who also consequently has &lt;a title="Heterochromia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heterochromia"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heterochromatic&lt;/span&gt; irises&lt;/a&gt;: one blue and one green. Cute idea isn't it? He was surprised when he got to know about it. "You are too much!" he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before that, we were discussing about dreams. "Do you usually have a bad or good dream?" he asked. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;..good one!" for I usually think of good things before putting myself to sleep. He said he hasn't been dreaming for such a long time and if it does, it is usually a bad dream. A frightening one. "Lets not talk about this will ya!". Yeah..I guess it is kind of spooky if one is alone and away from home at such late hour. Best not to think about eerie atmosphere. "OK, lets talk about good things before we bid goodnight". So we jokes for a while. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1YnFC6sYGI/AAAAAAAACT8/ZqnnC1_SXbg/s1600-h/ffx-2_screenshots_044_110x62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140338992325877858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1YnFC6sYGI/AAAAAAAACT8/ZqnnC1_SXbg/s320/ffx-2_screenshots_044_110x62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To which; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y: So think about nice things, what you like to do in your dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Him: How about killing zombies?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1Yl4i6sYEI/AAAAAAAACTs/mouktm_2lEk/s1600-h/260px-Agent47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140337678065885250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="234" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1Yl4i6sYEI/AAAAAAAACTs/mouktm_2lEk/s320/260px-Agent47.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y: Really? You need my help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Him: Yeah! OK! I see you there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y: I'll be bringing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shotgun&lt;/span&gt; and machine gun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Him: Hey! I want the shotgun. You take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Uzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y: No way..why can't u bring the bazooka..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Him: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I'll bring along my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;machete&lt;/span&gt; and knife...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bla..bla..bla..bla..bla..bla..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Almost every night, "I'll meet you there thingy" and "Fight! Fight! Fight!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;-ed "Agent 47 is coming with us, so goodnight!" :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-5120459503835915595?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/5120459503835915595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=5120459503835915595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5120459503835915595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/5120459503835915595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2007/12/dream-to-sleep.html' title='Dream to sleep'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1YnsC6sYHI/AAAAAAAACUE/nylaWveME4M/s72-c/ss_preview_Resident_Evil_4__Wii_Edition_Nintendo_WiiScreenshots7875Wii_RE4_image03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-9003129309867329138</id><published>2007-12-02T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:48:57.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in the mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1WEyS6sYDI/AAAAAAAACTk/jPfnySsYkNk/s1600-h/2461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140160549319630898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1WEyS6sYDI/AAAAAAAACTk/jPfnySsYkNk/s320/2461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Typed 'whatever' in the YouTube search box. Not in the mood actually. Just passing my night time until I think of something...an idea. I go online a couple of times in a day just to check on Tribalwars. Yes, our tribe is doing fairly well indeed. Our next target is, rank 100 in World 7. Hahahaha..Tenko love the idea though we have a long way to go. "Whatever k..Whatever!" :D &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=6tuPBrSl9Nw"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=6tuPBrSl9Nw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Somehow I felt like we are one big family in World 7. Discussing strategies, things we need to do to level up and seeking advises from the peers. And sometimes, I think we are nuts! Obviously we are still at the infant stage on the battle ground but hey! we met our missions. Though there is no short cuts to be the best in Tribalwars. "We are out numbered among the giants!" Tenko once said "They are more organised compare with us" But I never gave up! I once fought till the last drop with the 3 giants who conquered my fort. There goes my Balamb Garden...she's my precious and I have never turned my back, not even once. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So besides posting my blog, checking the forum, Tribalwars, surfing, chatting and whatever...I am still wondering, what other fun that are offered on the Internet? Perhaps I'm not in the mood today...Oh man....(sorry guys!) :p &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=r0D9m4TecCA"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=r0D9m4TecCA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-9003129309867329138?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/9003129309867329138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=9003129309867329138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/9003129309867329138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/9003129309867329138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2007/12/typed-whatever-in-youtube-search-box.html' title='Not in the mood'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R1WEyS6sYDI/AAAAAAAACTk/jPfnySsYkNk/s72-c/2461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-3197027324982066084</id><published>2007-11-27T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:04:54.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R05Fx1PffYI/AAAAAAAACR0/AOj-ELRXEhs/s1600-h/ff7_advent_children_0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138120947284278658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="163" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R05Fx1PffYI/AAAAAAAACR0/AOj-ELRXEhs/s320/ff7_advent_children_0161.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y: What? You want that recipe via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T: Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y: There goes our credits la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T: That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I have a lot more credits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since Sunday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tenko&lt;/span&gt; and I have been SMS-ing each other. Yeah..on some recipes. For 3 days..Beep-beep-beep-beep. And so was his best friend too, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Naqi,&lt;/span&gt; who SMS occasionally..."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yuna,&lt;/span&gt; I have arrived &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;" ..."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yuna,&lt;/span&gt; I saw some action figures at the store &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;"..."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yuna&lt;/span&gt;, how is my fort at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tribalwars&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;"...."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Yuna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; let the &lt;em&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/em&gt; knows about the Aliens vs Predators 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;" BUT I love them so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;muchy&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night, after practising with my Guitar Hero 2, I was with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Tenko&lt;/span&gt;. It has been awhile we didn't chat since his friend came over. We just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;. Fumbling over letters in which I don't think I can match up with his text messaging speed. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Naqi&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; me" I told him. "What did he say" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Tenko&lt;/span&gt; asked. And so, on one hand was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; and on the other was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;. Great isn't it. "Hey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Tenko&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt; we chatted on a wrong day. I have work tomorrow la bla.bla..bla.." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; and STILL continuing. My goodness!The topic was getting interesting when he"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;..I want to show you something"...&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=AJ39bOOR3fk"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=AJ39bOOR3fk&lt;/a&gt; .It was about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Assassins&lt;/span&gt; Creed and then it was about the Call of Duty &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=2JC3UMJ2It4"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=2JC3UMJ2It4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=2JC3UMJ2It4"&gt;C3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;UMJ&lt;/span&gt;2It4&lt;/a&gt; ...on and on and on..we could go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; dawn. Te&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R05FeFPffXI/AAAAAAAACRs/m8hS-HofE-8/s1600-h/ff7_advent_children_1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138120607981862258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="171" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R05FeFPffXI/AAAAAAAACRs/m8hS-HofE-8/s320/ff7_advent_children_1759.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mptation! Temptation! What is best friend for anyway, keeping him company when needed. But because I'm working the next day, I forced myself to, "I really have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ZZzzZZzzZZ&lt;/span&gt; dear". We joked about '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Bobok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' (putting to sleep) and &lt;em&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Bantal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R05EwFPffVI/AAAAAAAACRc/L99SRtZMbkw/s1600-h/01thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Bucuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' (lullaby pillow) for awhile. Just a few laughs to put a smile as you sleep! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Huuaah&lt;/span&gt;! (yawning)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Good morning and Sweet dream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4405525459482198710-3197027324982066084?l=yunasphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/feeds/3197027324982066084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4405525459482198710&amp;postID=3197027324982066084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3197027324982066084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4405525459482198710/posts/default/3197027324982066084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunasphere.blogspot.com/2007/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Yuna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02059393004205092672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R6SgUtBQT1I/AAAAAAAACjY/Rd7p7lzgqcY/S220/Yuna%27s+dream.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R05Fx1PffYI/AAAAAAAACR0/AOj-ELRXEhs/s72-c/ff7_advent_children_0161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405525459482198710.post-4850380371657176261</id><published>2007-11-25T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T19:16:13.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December is coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R0o4vVPfezI/AAAAAAAACMw/Qv5JIKIUQkE/s1600-h/Declutter_LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136980710776601394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="232" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R0o4vVPfezI/AAAAAAAACMw/Qv5JIKIUQkE/s320/Declutter_LG.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;You want to see my Organiser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't do without my organiser. I have set dates and in December, as usual, the busiest month of all. No..not my office work but personal matters and functions. No..no..I'm not celebrating Christmas neither. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;..time flies ya! Some people may not like it. It reminds them ageing away but not me. I'd be saying "Hey! my car instalments have reduced la.." Not many people knows that I'm car crazy too except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naqi&lt;/span&gt;; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yuna&lt;/span&gt;, take a look at this beauty! She's a sport and cute!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, there will be 2 family gatherings. On 8 December, our family's thanksgiving at home and 22 until 24 December, Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Qadri&lt;/span&gt;, Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aidid&lt;/span&gt;, Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Habshi&lt;/span&gt; and Al Whatever (can't remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...) as usual, a big gathering at Port Dickson. And who do you think will single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;handed&lt;/span&gt; organising these ....yeah! smart ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yuna&lt;/span&gt;! Actually I didn't volunteer to be the head of these but they all know...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yuna&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; gal (with imaginary weapons by her sides as in Duke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nukem&lt;/span&gt;, Medal of Honor, Quake, Resident Evils, Final Fantasy..bla..bla..bla..) will shoot the target! Laying out the menus, things-to-do list, delegate works and duties. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tenko&lt;/span&gt; has already named me as Chief Chef. Hey! This is NOT a glamorous job. I'd be managing it on those days and in the end I'll be dead tired! Then there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Aidil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Adha&lt;/span&gt; on 20 December. My mum will go goo-goo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gaa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gaa&lt;/span&gt; if I'm not around to look into these. I was down with chicken-pox at one time, my mum, grandma and my sister were at wits on things to do...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;heheheheh&lt;/span&gt; but whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pJb1qK80SiU/R0o6OFPfe0I/AAAAAAAACM4/VNrfKbcZa6w/s1600-h/YUNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136982338569206594" style="F
