tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43162986606905429042024-03-19T11:25:03.418+08:00NATO - Not Alpha, Think OmegaGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294857124720165380noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-54151153267018017202007-11-17T14:38:00.000+08:002007-11-17T15:11:57.842+08:00Byousoku 5cm<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.basugasubakuhatsu.com/blog/screencaps/Byousoku%205cm%20Oukashou%20-%2044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 222px;" src="http://www.basugasubakuhatsu.com/blog/screencaps/Byousoku%205cm%20Oukashou%20-%2044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />When Japanese anime first appeared, I was like "Yeah, so it's just another cartoon.. What's the big deal about it?? Why is everyone so addicted to it?!"<br /><br /><br />Some told me that the arts were very nice, very human-like. Some just like them for the story line. For me, I was rather skeptical towards all these until.... I've seen this show.<br /><br />The graphics were <span style="font-weight: bold;">perfect</span>. The scenes were superbly beautiful. The details to each scene, to each animation... it makes me feel as if I'm in the movie itself... The falling of sakura flowers, the drops of snow, the movement of the train, the sunset, the walk along the countryside with birds chirping.. and the list goes on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.basugasubakuhatsu.com/blog/screencaps/Byousoku%205cm%20Oukashou%20-%2001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.basugasubakuhatsu.com/blog/screencaps/Byousoku%205cm%20Oukashou%20-%2001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />However, the movie is the heart-throbbing and sad love story kind of genre. The entire movie consists of 3 chapters.<br /><h3><span class="mw-headline">Episode 1: Ōkashō</span></h3> <p>Ōkashō (Cherry Blossom Extract): Upon graduating from elementary school, Takaki Tōno and his close friend Akari Shinohara drifted apart. Akari moved to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tochigi_Prefecture" title="Tochigi Prefecture">Tochigi Prefecture</a> due to her parents' jobs, while Takaki attended a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Junior_high" title="Junior high">junior high</a> in Tokyo. The two kept in contact by writing letters, but despite the special feelings that existed between them, the only thing that persisted was time. When Takaki became aware that his family would move to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kagoshima" title="Kagoshima">Kagoshima</a>, he decided to go see Akari since they would be too far apart to visit each other after he moved. However, when the day came, a severe snowstorm delayed Takaki's trip, and it would be hours before he reached <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iwafune%2C_Tochigi" title="Iwafune, Tochigi">Iwafune</a>, where they promised to meet.</p> <p><a name="Episode_2:_Cosmonaut" id="Episode_2:_Cosmonaut"></a></p> <h3><span class="editsection"></span><span class="mw-headline">Episode 2: Cosmonaut</span></h3> <p>Takaki is now in the third year of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_school" title="High school">senior high</a> in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanegashima" title="Tanegashima">Tanegashima</a>, where the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanegashima_Space_Center" title="Tanegashima Space Center">Tanegashima Space Center</a> is located. Kanae Sumita, a classmate of Takaki, has special feelings for Takaki, but she does not have the courage to express her love to him. She later observes that Takaki is always staring off into the distance, as if searching for something far far away. Even though she loves Takaki, Kanae understands that he is searching for things far greater than anything she can offer.</p> <p><a name="Episode_3:_By.C5.8Dsoku_5_Centimeter" id="Episode_3:_By.C5.8Dsoku_5_Centimeter"></a></p> <h3><span class="editsection"></span><span class="mw-headline">Episode 3: Byōsoku 5 Centimeter</span></h3> <p>It is now <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008" title="2008">2008</a>, and all three characters have gone their separate ways. Takaki is now a computer programmer in Tokyo, and Akari is preparing to get married. One day, Takaki goes out and sees the face of a familiar-looking woman at a railroad-crossing. Puzzled by the encounter, he tries to look back, but a train comes and cuts off his view.</p>Taken from: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/By%C5%8Dsoku_5_Centimetre">Wikipedia</a><br /><br />There is another <a href="http://www.basugasubakuhatsu.com/blog/2007/02/24/byousoku-5cm-part-1-oukashou-anime-review/">REVIEW</a> for the first part of this anime.<br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.basugasubakuhatsu.com/blog/screencaps/Byousoku%205cm%20Oukashou%20-%2039.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.basugasubakuhatsu.com/blog/screencaps/Byousoku%205cm%20Oukashou%20-%2039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Anyhow, the soundtracks in this anime are nice. It's really recommended for those who love beauty of art.<br /></p>Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294857124720165380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-62444297141585978212007-11-12T14:39:00.001+08:002007-11-12T14:43:08.946+08:00A girl that caught my attention....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5687820,00.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5687820,00.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The first time I look at her, she was turning counter clockwise... But apparently, she can turn clockwise as well!! So, i concentrated hard.. to make her turn clockwise.. It was so hard to do that, when i was on the verge of giving up.. she turned clockwise for me.. dang... (think the trick is to focus else where)<br /><br />Anyway, some claims that this is a right brain or a left brain test. If you see her turn counter clockwise, you're a left brain. Otherwise, you're a right brain!<br /><br />So, what are you?Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294857124720165380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-7970986731581546612007-10-29T08:34:00.001+08:002007-10-29T09:48:00.047+08:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY GABBIEE!!!!You're 22 already! *gasps* So OLDDDD!! Hehehe..<br /><br /><br />Happy Birthday and I hoped you enjoyed your birthday! Dun be naughty anymore okay?<br /><br />Must be more responsible now that you're much older..So remember to give your son pocket money and more milk...he's growing up runty and scrawny...Tsk tsk..<br /><br />*hugs*o-mii-gaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06351837526675381927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-20707840309770023162007-10-26T17:19:00.001+08:002007-10-26T17:25:54.162+08:00My self-made mealWhen people cook their own meals, it may be pasta (spaghetti), rice with dishes and noodles.<br />Well, I'm more of a lazy person and all i do is make my own sandwhich toast!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 452px; height: 338px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v142/P3rSeUs/Blog%20Pictures/DSC00179.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My 'kitchen'<br /></div><br /><br />I shall call it the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ham Sandwich Toast with cheese, ketchup and mayo </span><span style="font-style: italic;">(additional cheese topping may be included)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 566px; height: 424px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v142/P3rSeUs/Blog%20Pictures/DSC00180.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Sometimes, I'll have yoghurt drink and some fruits to go along with it. Oh, btw, the cheese topping would be adding a slice of cheese at the top (in addition to the cheese inside it). lolz<br /><br />This is so fattening and unhealthy!<br /></div></div>Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294857124720165380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-49079070944798292222007-10-22T01:51:00.001+08:002007-10-22T01:51:20.300+08:00Milk Anyone?<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billege/313603316/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/103/313603316_651f19c39d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billege/313603316/">Coffee Anyone?</a> <br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/billege/">o205billege</a></span><br clear="all" /><p>omega, you want one?<br /><br />it'll be a small-teeny-weeny-itsy-bitsy-kitten-flavoured cup of milk!</p>Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294857124720165380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-25144819795750040602007-10-10T09:57:00.000+08:002007-10-10T10:15:55.915+08:00Oh No the blog is dead!*beep beep beep*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*loooooonnnnngggggg beeeep*<br /><br /><br />uh oh...looks like this blog died..needs to be revived!!<br /><br />*frantically digs for defibrillators*<br /><br /><br />*electrocutes the blog*<br /><br /><br />*twice*<br /><br /><br />*waits*<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*tiny beep heard*<br /><br /><br />It's ALIVE!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br />Hahah..lame..i know...sorry...lack of something subtantial to say..I haven't even been keeping my own blog alive..<br /><br /><br />Some updates about myself:<br /><br />1) Currently in my research year. Doing research in the Royal Victorian Eye and Ear Hospital in Melbourne in the field of glaucoma. Nopes I'm not saving people's lives...not yet anyways >_<<br /><br />* Sunshine --> Check<br /><br />* Summer dress --> Check<br /><br />* Sunnies --> Check<br /><br />now the problem is HUNKS. How can a beach day be a nice beach day if we don't throw in some hunks here and there?? It's a Friday, and all civic-minded hunks would be either at work or at uni. Maybe I should change the date to the weekend instead..<br /><br /><br />3) I've grown FATTER! Yes siree! To 45 kg! I can officially donate blood!! Wooottt!!!!!<br /><br /><br />4) I've straightened my hair again.. and I don't know which one looks better, but straight hair is certainly easier to manage! Curly hair is kinda bothersome, but I've gotten used to it for the past 2 years.. Wait till the next time the blogging bug bites me and I'll post up a voting thing so u all can vote whether I should keep it straight or curlie.<br /><br /><br />5) I mis-remembered Gabbie's birthday one month earlier!!!!! *blush* At least I didn't forget!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />6) I go slightly nuts in spring. Just slightly, mind you!<br /><br />Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta plant my mp3 in the pot so it'll grow mp3 babies since it's spring.<br /><br /><br />7) I am in dire need of entertainment as you can see from my revival of this dodgy blog.. someone entertain me, please???<br /><br /><br />Cheers everyone! [or should i say anyone who reads this blog >_<]<br /><br />Omegao-mii-gaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06351837526675381927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-50438071953311475752007-09-08T19:32:00.000+08:002007-09-08T19:39:02.847+08:00You Are What You Eat!Since this blog has been dead in quite a while... I decided to keep it alive...<br />Hence, this ridiciulous post...<br /><br />Saw this link from a friend's blog... and there's a quiz on <a href="http://media.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/1986/youarewhatyoueat.swf">You Are What You Eat</a><br /><br />Here is my result:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8Clare2T5ck4myqs8xAThOW1BmCH-n6J2akpgXBHmqDev1eThMGAKsUC6QpICsRC-ftX4qoFek8_xSEw-75rWMq8fbR7wfWoRVyTTuNb_MwHGP-TrBB-lJHz-hNZYnCQNxrEwiEXGrY3/s1600-h/Result1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8Clare2T5ck4myqs8xAThOW1BmCH-n6J2akpgXBHmqDev1eThMGAKsUC6QpICsRC-ftX4qoFek8_xSEw-75rWMq8fbR7wfWoRVyTTuNb_MwHGP-TrBB-lJHz-hNZYnCQNxrEwiEXGrY3/s400/Result1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107796060072787106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75nCQ3rAECahkhScBFtNOTX7LwCWdbPEKf4q9p7Ap8cznRhv1ZQmV1cPEG8vg5sl-i4m-aBoeB97r7ktDVjqvbXwqQcpqXDNsZ5-_784Y_udTVbSMvlF50ALx9Ya-miq-xtiDU128JtYV/s1600-h/Result2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75nCQ3rAECahkhScBFtNOTX7LwCWdbPEKf4q9p7Ap8cznRhv1ZQmV1cPEG8vg5sl-i4m-aBoeB97r7ktDVjqvbXwqQcpqXDNsZ5-_784Y_udTVbSMvlF50ALx9Ya-miq-xtiDU128JtYV/s400/Result2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107796064367754418" border="0" /></a>Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294857124720165380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-54260378241164783322007-07-24T00:07:00.000+08:002007-07-24T01:11:48.720+08:00Happy Birthday, Son~!!!<div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday to you,<br />Happy Birthday to you,<br />Happy Birthday to Omega,<br />Happy Birthday to you!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wwcc.cc.wy.us/pnnutting/images/birthday%20cake.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 234px;" src="http://www.wwcc.cc.wy.us/pnnutting/images/birthday%20cake.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />hope you enjoyed your birthday celebration.... guess what?<br />you're 22!!!<br />next year, you'll be 23!<br />before you know it.... you'll be 72 years old dee.. haha<br /><br />anyway, hope you'll stay pretty, stay smart and stay youthful!!<br />all the best in aussie!!<br /><br />take care...!<br />nitez! =)Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294857124720165380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-18699448006390031742007-07-13T09:34:00.000+08:002007-07-13T09:35:15.711+08:00To all girls who are still singleAn interesting find from the web.<br /><br /><br />Girls are like apples on trees.<br />The best ones are at the top of the tree.<br />The boys don't want to reach for the good ones<br />because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.<br />Instead, they just get the rotten apples<br />from the ground that aren't as good, but easy.<br />So the apples at the top think something is wrong with<br />them, when in reality, they're amazing.<br />They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one<br />who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294857124720165380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-16873855495058092882007-07-09T21:43:00.000+08:002007-07-09T21:46:23.787+08:00*Rawr* RETALIATION!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWS5dAWclI0lFhU8yA3soqIQgp8PEfAwKVFaQ5SjJgRI99D5AvODkM1AsvkW2MfbQyE-VxGIJckSk1p3KmxwMFkrDNLhP6BNfYbFJnkSHUVLi5RpbqqLQexDLqkDOfGBkaB44e2I3dbXE/s1600-h/delicia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWS5dAWclI0lFhU8yA3soqIQgp8PEfAwKVFaQ5SjJgRI99D5AvODkM1AsvkW2MfbQyE-VxGIJckSk1p3KmxwMFkrDNLhP6BNfYbFJnkSHUVLi5RpbqqLQexDLqkDOfGBkaB44e2I3dbXE/s400/delicia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085192942513437042" border="0" /></a><br />*rawr*!!!! This is because u defaced my photo!!!!!!!o-mii-gaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06351837526675381927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-87752521213813023492007-07-05T16:15:00.000+08:002007-07-05T16:23:41.223+08:00yeah... my price will go all the way down... In fact, it already became <span style="font-weight: bold;">price-less!!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp1iVsbMQ0tZzVe2u_zUbXFVUbnNNkRHLGGCwIu85JD8YULrZaXI8IiOe-HuOpowYOiF3125LgRLM6Ki8eQ6NmUn7KvHJpTg2E-OEckkF76G13TS2UZBI4DeRFMHKXPSM-mJ7vZK3vJEtT/s1600-h/CIMG0433.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp1iVsbMQ0tZzVe2u_zUbXFVUbnNNkRHLGGCwIu85JD8YULrZaXI8IiOe-HuOpowYOiF3125LgRLM6Ki8eQ6NmUn7KvHJpTg2E-OEckkF76G13TS2UZBI4DeRFMHKXPSM-mJ7vZK3vJEtT/s400/CIMG0433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083624148748437826" border="0" /></a>A picture taken in <span style="font-style: italic;">Japan</span> under a Sakura Tree<br /></div><span><br />Can't you all just see the similarity between mother and son?</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294857124720165380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-79402416718497159592007-07-05T13:09:00.000+08:002007-07-05T13:56:02.149+08:00Corrections<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">BIG</span> signs that <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">she</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> [Gabbie Sai]</span> is getting senile :<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8mOGDP28CLBbW7GNoQQ7aMPBxA6kk6z-A-AKDdUTdKJraA7eSuXzfPFDdoeloJaxJ5HwBqGkYaGDH4oB69qjpPlKLESTwQlOhNX_5fjpf6nGzxIivGvOQ7dUZ255yAJ3iaC00nhyEQs/s1600-h/kl+trips+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX8mOGDP28CLBbW7GNoQQ7aMPBxA6kk6z-A-AKDdUTdKJraA7eSuXzfPFDdoeloJaxJ5HwBqGkYaGDH4oB69qjpPlKLESTwQlOhNX_5fjpf6nGzxIivGvOQ7dUZ255yAJ3iaC00nhyEQs/s200/kl+trips+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083578989047843586" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3_x10b-PCktNsb2cTkGx36I8U0sdBjJcvifNCkoSYmCKxUGcYU_OqwuUaxrOY03KkiSQTccuBB8FtwSGRA1RLr8PWYEaZBs_nLpOTU1kwbYrXecjGwzbbzC24N_mKyizIY5bm2QpTSk/s1600-h/Cocoa+Black+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3_x10b-PCktNsb2cTkGx36I8U0sdBjJcvifNCkoSYmCKxUGcYU_OqwuUaxrOY03KkiSQTccuBB8FtwSGRA1RLr8PWYEaZBs_nLpOTU1kwbYrXecjGwzbbzC24N_mKyizIY5bm2QpTSk/s200/Cocoa+Black+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083580423566920466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /> plus<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />gave you ME!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi71S7DgZJ6LeRCU32e_NebNLZFA9CqB25x-E8LvB40ylfrb6aVuf4-5IMsjCoFWwXm_LPLXZA3u6J4dnEIpS1o3FTkDmiHeBJHPcAvy4LbdNiBtLUX-WHod4cNeIkAvaMeYVK5wlwz2EQ/s1600-h/CIMG5673.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi71S7DgZJ6LeRCU32e_NebNLZFA9CqB25x-E8LvB40ylfrb6aVuf4-5IMsjCoFWwXm_LPLXZA3u6J4dnEIpS1o3FTkDmiHeBJHPcAvy4LbdNiBtLUX-WHod4cNeIkAvaMeYVK5wlwz2EQ/s200/CIMG5673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083585272584997666" border="0" /></a><br />This person is my GRANDMA!!!!!! [ Ah Ma in Hokkien = Grandmother]<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-2rsWh7nGfSQfw7M_CiNUfGE-N5bnidLngW5C8eWx_a2qoLqTq1PpTxb6xrfFh0brMe9iYTjAwoGhGbVhi3ohdtgMTdSSKHuUs4z-rggyYzsSoeTqspdOX5gNyw6cURs5RuyzhlCFD8/s1600-h/Pic+1038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-2rsWh7nGfSQfw7M_CiNUfGE-N5bnidLngW5C8eWx_a2qoLqTq1PpTxb6xrfFh0brMe9iYTjAwoGhGbVhi3ohdtgMTdSSKHuUs4z-rggyYzsSoeTqspdOX5gNyw6cURs5RuyzhlCFD8/s200/Pic+1038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083586161643227954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now everyone who reads this blog will know how senile you are... Dang! That might reduce your selling price!!! Please mommie please try to act at least a little bit normal so that your price won't drop so fast!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">P/s : Darn I'm so in a clubbing mode!! 'Maneater' by Nelly Furtado is stuckkkk in my head!!</span></span>o-mii-gaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06351837526675381927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-73994695576474577062007-07-01T12:00:00.000+08:002007-07-01T12:22:10.729+08:00Some questions..Ever wonder who the father is?<br /><br />Frankly speaking, I have no idea....<br />There were a few speculations though...<br /><br />The only one I remember is this<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgInDLKh60-YmwRuQHu4C3k38CIHYl5rhfPkzsmNllmWpWWB3WWxRayiniUJtiBF1pfmmtMZr7YjKphbgHOR6yuwea7ZUOrJDcGozs4tAKPTtmf8VGJKP2kJLmRr7z6-aAJ-iH7Thp0yi/s1600-h/P2140039.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgInDLKh60-YmwRuQHu4C3k38CIHYl5rhfPkzsmNllmWpWWB3WWxRayiniUJtiBF1pfmmtMZr7YjKphbgHOR6yuwea7ZUOrJDcGozs4tAKPTtmf8VGJKP2kJLmRr7z6-aAJ-iH7Thp0yi/s400/P2140039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082076809470642386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">miga used to call him ah pa</span><br /><br /></div>Then again, think she has another mother...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVyIuLY8IzEa2AWUWOE2s-dmq7CkRf4GKoxZJpauA419SllZLJ97BZm3lqaFT0Cf6aPaf3BG_bkRAL1TetRcpou8eqsGun3tsIFqB-N6gVJafxS9yprb7wbdC_PCkejw2VzwdetKKrUM66/s1600-h/IMG_0109.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVyIuLY8IzEa2AWUWOE2s-dmq7CkRf4GKoxZJpauA419SllZLJ97BZm3lqaFT0Cf6aPaf3BG_bkRAL1TetRcpou8eqsGun3tsIFqB-N6gVJafxS9yprb7wbdC_PCkejw2VzwdetKKrUM66/s400/IMG_0109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082077496665409762" border="0" /></a>also known as ah ma to miga<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I wonder if this is on sale too... and which is the real one? haha...<br />But i'm definitely the older one...<br /><br />How did it started?<br /><br />The only thing I remember was, we were talking with each other over the telephone, and something made us talked about milk or mother.. or something like that...<br /><br />Next thing I know, she kept asking me for milk.. Not only that, she wants chocolate milk!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thenibble.com/reviews/main/chocolate/images/ChocMilk230.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 222px;" src="http://www.thenibble.com/reviews/main/chocolate/images/ChocMilk230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Here's one! Fresh from the jar...<br />Or do you want the one that comes in a natural container? =)<br /></div></div>Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294857124720165380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-37430619269452648652007-07-01T00:44:00.000+08:002007-07-01T01:11:32.343+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >The Mother</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9guem5pQZq4fOmi9UfyxgM-2EJeLXqHdxbauOzdPJxXQKcYamLimW_tqvoxi0AVTzT3FYhM60R69upToB6a6kqnOVntGJ51ulTnU8J-BvbcjzQ-_aFclliBRF4VyNMVz6jVUHi-7fPQ/s1600-h/CIMG4242.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9guem5pQZq4fOmi9UfyxgM-2EJeLXqHdxbauOzdPJxXQKcYamLimW_tqvoxi0AVTzT3FYhM60R69upToB6a6kqnOVntGJ51ulTnU8J-BvbcjzQ-_aFclliBRF4VyNMVz6jVUHi-7fPQ/s400/CIMG4242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081903943212468946" border="0" /></a><br />UP FOR SALE!!!! One old and haggard mom, selling for a cheap price. Bidding open now. Please contact the son at 1-800- sell mom.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >Pros</span><br /><br />Tall, and..............................................................................................................<br /><br /><br />tall.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >Cons</span><br /><br />Stingy. <span style="font-style: italic;">Cos refuses to get fresh milk for the son.</span><br /><br />Stingy. <span style="font-style: italic;">Cos did not give the son enough pocket money.</span><br /><br />Stingy. <span style="font-style: italic;">Never buy plane tix to fly over here to see the son.</span><br /><br />Hairless. <span style="font-style: italic;">Take a look at his legs!!!!!</span><br /><br />Dehydrated. <span style="font-style: italic;">Insufficient milk production, resulting in a very thin and scrawny son.</span><br /><br />Fair. <span style="font-style: italic;">Almost too fair.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Price negotiable, considering the age and the mileage on this one. </span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc1J5M3vlnA3zN7LPndqEtDLgEA_WdP2dZF-E99OObVGTMlwwrPe5sPAs7WFr3U7SAnaVOlDxjw2dEIXfQopG-87OmbfRSeJAbZbMM0q5mt9AVLxqoUTG-C96MCkikOZIyrxEeayXn7nU/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc1J5M3vlnA3zN7LPndqEtDLgEA_WdP2dZF-E99OObVGTMlwwrPe5sPAs7WFr3U7SAnaVOlDxjw2dEIXfQopG-87OmbfRSeJAbZbMM0q5mt9AVLxqoUTG-C96MCkikOZIyrxEeayXn7nU/s400/DSC00969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081903951802403554" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" >The son.</span><br /><br /><br />Pros :<br /><br />* Insert favourable adjectives here*<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >^_^ this post is an introduction to the two authors of this blog!</span>o-mii-gaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06351837526675381927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-15693995020532006232007-06-30T23:25:00.001+08:002007-06-30T23:28:00.061+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/35/66363057_e2a84f8f05.jpg?v=1153680885"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/35/66363057_e2a84f8f05.jpg?v=1153680885" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294857124720165380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-4278185867873189742007-06-30T21:18:00.000+08:002007-06-30T21:22:30.358+08:00IntroductionAfter half a year talking to create a combined weblog, the day has finally come: motivated by nothing-ness and the wuliao feeling.<br /><br />A bit of background knowledge as to why such a URL has been chosen. Firstly, Omega likes to drink milk. So, I suggested dried milk. But <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO</span>... she thinks dried milk is gross... and cow drinks milk is (somehow) taken by somebody...<br /><br />with little evolution, monkeysdrinkmilk has been formed.<br /><br />haha.. what craptology...<br /><br />omega's just a spoiled son! =PGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294857124720165380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-62253894617223870872007-06-30T17:04:00.000+08:002007-06-30T17:05:00.997+08:00RetaliationSo does Gabbie Sai.<br /><br />But he prefers dried milk.o-mii-gaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06351837526675381927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316298660690542904.post-72646541468741443052007-06-30T17:01:00.000+08:002007-06-30T17:02:53.983+08:00omega likes to drink milkGabrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18294857124720165380noreply@blogger.com0