<?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-9899756</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:50:49.616+07:00</updated><title type='text'>J-j-just Yuki's blurbs</title><subtitle type='html'>Just tidbits of random things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-114251115482921088</id><published>2006-03-16T16:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T19:12:34.896+07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday and today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't let the title fool you! I won't write about that good ol' &lt;em&gt;dorama&lt;/em&gt; "Love 2000". Sorry have to disappoint you&lt;em&gt; dorama&lt;/em&gt; spoilers hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday........(have you read the previous post?) I felt so terrible. Coming late to a class but it wasn't my fault at all. No way! There's this 'tyrant' lecturer who changes class schedule despotically! Her class is supposed to be on Monday, but she hardly comes that day.  I was waiting and waiting like a fool on Tuesday coz she told us she would teach. Guess what, she didn't come. Again I was told it would be the following day, Wednesday, at 1. I didn't have any classes in the morning so thought I would just go to campus arond 1. When I came there....guess what, it had already started at 12! Absobloodylutely she doesn't tolerate any lateness. I didn't know about the change on schedule. She refused to let us the Johnny-come-latelys in. 'Scuse me, it wasn't our fault?? This sort of thing has happened to me twice means absent twice. Attendance does matter to her. Damn it! What's with her? What happens to our hardcore feminist who always talks about fairness? She herself has become a tyrant. Ahh...maybe I'm too much but hey it was just unfair of her to do that. Yesterday was totally my bad day. Then I went to attend&lt;em&gt; tahsin &lt;/em&gt;(um..Koran reciting) class hoping to feel better. Yesh, reciting The Koran always helps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today.............Nothing special happened. But I got another assignment, that is Soekarno's "Indonesia Menggugat" review. Whoa! It's like a rare book and even if I get it in some library they won't let me borrow it. It means I have to go there to read that (I'm sure it's thick) book? Hmmph gotta find a way. Another shock, I got a quiz in Foreign Policy Analysis class. Tut...tut....not anticipated it. Hahaha I didn't do it 100% well um....maybe just 65% o_O oh not! Regret comes late, doesn't it? I also found out that there was a heated discussion on anti-pornography bill draft (what people have been making a fuss about) in "Gender and Sexuality in Int'l Relations" class oh y'know the tyrant's class. Heared it was so interesting. Lots of pros and cons. Wish I had been there.....arrgghh. At least a good thing that happened today was that I got a contact number of a Hizbut Tahrir-er as I need to get sources for a research paper. It will be on Abu Ridha (Indonesia Hizbut Tahrir top leader plus my 'predecessor' at IR dept), his political thoughts and idiosyncratic viewpoints and stuff .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-114251115482921088?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114251115482921088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=114251115482921088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114251115482921088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114251115482921088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday-and-today.html' title='yesterday and today'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-114241071948348584</id><published>2006-03-15T15:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:18:39.540+07:00</updated><title type='text'>me pissed off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's about unfairness - period! I'm too upset to write about anything right now. But when I feel better I'll let you know what really ticked me off today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;People don't do what they preach. Oui, c'est la vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-114241071948348584?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114241071948348584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=114241071948348584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114241071948348584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114241071948348584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-pissed-off.html' title='me pissed off'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-114234194563957441</id><published>2006-03-14T19:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:11:01.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'>intriguing day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I was late for Regionalism class in the morning. Damn! only 5 minutes late and decided not to go in coz y'know the lecturer hates lateness. So yeah I didn't wish to make trouble with her. The one destination when this sort of thing happens is library. Mind you, I'm a nerd (some boys say nerds are cute anyway, like it's a big deal :p). But it was kind of boring as hell there and I was fed up with reading. Next, I chilled out in the hall watching people passing by haha...nothing fun it gave me more boredom. A classmate approached me looking sad and she said that one of our lecturers had passed away. &lt;em&gt;Innalillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un&lt;/em&gt; (To God we belong, to Him we shall return). I wasn't that shocked to hear the news coz he had been sickly all this time. He hardly walked and always looked weak. I couldn't say for sure what his illness was. But I heared it was too complex. Unfortunately, many students even still mocked him. Well, there had been many rumors about him.....being gay and 'weird', having AIDS, etc. Yes, he wasn't my fave teacher but mocking died people isn't cool at all. It's cruel! Don't they have hearts? I had a pity for him. He was always a loner and rather um...mysterious. He never married. I never heared about his family and stuff. But today I found out that he was an atheist and actually of Chinese origin. This did surprised me. His dead body was in Buddhist 'mourning house' (what's it called again?? my english sucks) where you can also find crematory. Yeah, his body would be burned and reduced into ashes. I was wondering if this was what he had really wanted when he died (something to do with his being atheist) or simply what his family wanted to do according to a Buddhist teaching. I went to the mourning house being 'hooded' with all eyes on me. To be frank, I didn't feel comfortable coz those Chinese people were like "what the heck is she doing here?" Hehe no biggy for me as I'm used to being looked at that way. But yeah my first to go to crematory, so 'twas a new experience. It feels um....dunno like awkward that he's gone for ever and ever now. Not that I'm missing him or something...remember I, as a student, was never close to him. Not close close but you got the point. I'll just remember him as someone quite eccentric who gave me an A for one of his classes (thank you, Sir!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally one thing I learned today is that we can never be alone, we need someone to be there with us. Nobody wants to be lonely, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aargh! I have this homework due tomorrow, 5 page essay about pre-independence Indonesian nationalist movements....procrastinating again :/ but really I'm feeling dizzy right now. Maybe I'll work on it tomorrow morning. Meh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-114234194563957441?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114234194563957441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=114234194563957441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114234194563957441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114234194563957441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/intriguing-day.html' title='intriguing day'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-114223927666869856</id><published>2006-03-13T15:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T16:21:08.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't been honest with myself. I'm a hypocrite. I'm being fake.......yeah fake. I'm not okay. I'm a loser! Shame on me! How could I hurt and fool myself as well as people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aahhh....nevermind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-114223927666869856?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114223927666869856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=114223927666869856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114223927666869856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114223927666869856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigh.html' title='sigh!!'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-114216922814895359</id><published>2006-03-12T20:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:30:47.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night I talked to a friend about marriage thingy ahh...some of my old friends (at my age) are now either married or getting married. Even a few have got kids already! Whoa, I'm an aunty. Now they have brand new lives. Now they see this life from totally different perspectives. Marriage is a big responsibility and I don't think I'll get there anytime soon. Long long way to go! I can't help thinking whether I'll end up with Dr Jekyll or Mr Hyde? :p what if he's psycho? *eek* Ohh and like 1 or 2 got 'married by accident' (know what I'm saying?) and then I came across this joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"DADDY! HOW WAS I BORN?" Junior asks his dad, His dad, who is a software engineer sighs and replies, "Ah, my son, I guess one day you would have to find out anyway!" "Well, I saw your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on YAHOO .Then I set up a date via e-mail with your mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to up load, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, but it was too late to hit the delete button." "Six weeks later your mom sent me an instant message saying that her operating system was showing signs of unauthorized program activity from a self extracting file which had implanted itself in her BIOS. Then nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared and said: 'You've Got Male'!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL! I like the last bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-114216922814895359?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114216922814895359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=114216922814895359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114216922814895359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114216922814895359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/mba.html' title='MBA'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-114216329248815717</id><published>2006-03-12T18:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:12:09.366+07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting lines about love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been reading 'The Journey' by Jiro Osaragi. It's about post-war life in Japan. Finished this part where Segi-san finds out about Sutekichi's love for Taeko. Found these lines below interesting. Hmmph...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;".....The spirit of thieves and pickpockets seem to have spread in the world. But a person in love should never want to get something out of it. It musn't be a matter of working out one's accounts. If one is lucky enough to find a real partner, one should simply recognize in the fact and not be looking for some advantage beyond it. There's something rather filthy, isn't there, about the spirit of collusion one so often sees between young couples? To fall in love....well, love you see isn't a thing that can be undertaken by just anyone. In the first place you have to be prepared for it. And in so far as you love someone, you have to be yourself. If love is like that, it elevates the spirit of human being. And after that even if the love should fail in some way, there will never be any cause for regret. But when love is being sold bit by bit - well one might just as well go to bed with a streetwalker...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-114216329248815717?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114216329248815717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=114216329248815717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114216329248815717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114216329248815717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/interesting-lines-about-love.html' title='interesting lines about love'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-114216195331661646</id><published>2006-03-12T18:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:25:10.343+07:00</updated><title type='text'>been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha I'm way too lazy to update my bloggy. Hope from now on I'll post more. Dunno but these days it's pretty tough for me. So, to overcome this toughness I've tried to 'have fun'. Well not really fun but yeah....reading novels and watching 'dorama'. Anyway, Trying to stick to resolutions is NOT easy oh... meh! Wanna know what they are? I call'em '2 More's + 1 Less' resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- concentrate MORE on school; read more even when I'm browsing, write more (make at least 1 essay)&lt;br /&gt;- be MORE healthy (build up my stamina....talk about workout!); try to jog and swim regularly, start to play tennis, be careful with the food I eat&lt;br /&gt;- spend LESS money (use it wisely); make a list of priorities, don't let myself be tempted easily to buy anything that's not included in the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done, always ^^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-114216195331661646?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114216195331661646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=114216195331661646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114216195331661646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/114216195331661646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2006/03/been-while.html' title='been a while'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-113091951208050924</id><published>2005-11-02T15:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:23:41.366+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marhaban ya Idul Fitri!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wishes of &lt;em&gt;Selamat Lebaran&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;minal aidin wal faizin&lt;/em&gt;! are heard everywhere on Idul Fitri. On Idul Fitri Eve, people gather in the mosques for &lt;em&gt;takbir&lt;/em&gt; prayers (glorification of God) until midnight. In the streets, the sound of the bedug drums and the chanting of &lt;em&gt;Allahu Akbar&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Allahu Akbar&lt;/em&gt; is heard from the mosques all through the night. It is a symbol of happiness at the end of the fasting.&lt;br /&gt;Idul Fitri is a celebration of the end of the fasting month. In a very simplified sense, people say that fasting is abstaining from food, drink, etc. But, in fact, it is more difficult to refrain from what the mouth produces than from what the mouth consumes.&lt;br /&gt;Saying "No" to a slice of cake is easier than, for instance, controlling our temper. In prophetic tradition, Muslims are prohibited from hurting others, both non-Muslims and Muslims. Ramadhan is a time for reflection and disengagement, a time of worship and devotion to God, self-discipline, austerity and giving alms. It is also a time for reflection, purifying one's behavior, and doing good deeds. We should also contemplate about our status as a Muslim. We should ask ourselves, "How deep is my faith in Islam and my knowledge about Islam? How great is my reverence for it? To what extent and in what form is my submission to it? Am I accepting the right understandings or teachings of Islam?"&lt;br /&gt;Fasting during Ramadhan is a calendrical rite for Muslims. It is intended as a process of social transformation or as a catharsis.&lt;br /&gt;In Ramadhan, Muslims find themselves in a condition of separation from their previous state or situation. After fasting, they are reborn into society in a transformed state or situation.&lt;br /&gt;In their daily lives, Muslims live in a structured fashion. They eat, drink, work, and wake up in a regular or customary way. Perhaps, they eat three times a day, wake up at 4 or 5 o'clock in the morning, and work from 8 am until 4 pm. In Ramadhan, Muslims live in an anti-structured world. They live outside the normal structures of society.&lt;br /&gt;After Ramadhan, they will return once more to the structure but in different way. What is the intention of this anti-structural life? Just like an initiation process, the anti-structural life is a stage of change in our lives from our past form to a new form.&lt;br /&gt;After the fasting days or the anti-structured period are over, there is Idul Fitri or -- as it called in Indonesia -- &lt;em&gt;Lebaran&lt;/em&gt;. It is a religious feast on the first day of the next month when Muslims formally break their fast. &lt;em&gt;Riyoyo&lt;/em&gt; -- as it is called in Java -- is a day of victories for those who have fasted during Ramadhan, so Muslims celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of Idul Fitri goes back to the word &lt;em&gt;fithrah&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Fithrah&lt;/em&gt; is a natural tendency. Therefore, Idul Fitri is a kind of rebirth in a new life, a new Muslim. As a symbol of starting a new life, people tend to wear new clothes, and those who can afford it repaint their houses and brighten up their living rooms with flowers and new furniture.&lt;br /&gt;As a way of preserving a continuous tradition, celebrating a new life in Idul Fitri with symbolic manifestations such as new clothes -- and performing &lt;em&gt;sungkem&lt;/em&gt; (kneeling to show respect asking forgiveness from parents) in many traditional families-- might be important. However, is that symbolic manifestation really portraying the process of transforming our lives from the old model (old structure) to the new model (new structure)? Do we truly discard our bad habits? Do we become aware of some bad aspect of our religiosity before Ramadhan and then change it after the holy month?&lt;br /&gt;With Ramadhan and &lt;em&gt;Lebaran&lt;/em&gt;, we hope that we will be reborn again with a new identity, as new Muslims. Finally, &lt;em&gt;Lebaran&lt;/em&gt; is all about giving, forgiving, charity, feasts, and, above all, starting a new life! Happy Idul Fitri 1426 H. May the spirit of forgiveness and wishing each other well always remain in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-113091951208050924?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/113091951208050924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=113091951208050924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/113091951208050924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/113091951208050924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/11/marhaban-ya-idul-fitri.html' title='Marhaban ya Idul Fitri!'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-113057380929805462</id><published>2005-10-29T15:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:22:45.850+07:00</updated><title type='text'>'hijab' convo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm so tired" "Tired of what?" "Of all these people judging me." "Who judged you?" "Like that woman, every time I sit with her, she tells me to wearhijab." "Oh, hijab and music! The mother of all topics!" "Yeah! I listen to music without hijab.haha!" "Maybe she was just giving you advice." "I don't need her advice. I know my religion. Can't she mind her own business?" "Maybe you misunderstood. She was just being nice." "Keeping out of my business, that would be nice..." "But it's her duty to encourage you do to good." "Trust me. That was no encouragement. And what do you mean 'good' ?" "Well, wearing hijab, that would be a good thing to do." "Says who?" "It's in the Qur'an, isn't it?" "Yes. She did quote me something." "She said Surah Nur, and other places of the Qur'an." "Yes, but it's not a big sin anyway. H elping peop le and praying is more important." "True. But big things start with small things." "That's a good point, but what you wear is not important. What's important is to have a good healthy heart." "What you wear is not important?" "That's what I said." "Then why do you spend an hour every morning fixing up?" "What do you mean?" "You spend money on cosmetics, not to mention all the time you spend on fixing your hair and low-carb dieting." "So?" "So, your appearance IS important." "No. I said wearing hijab is not an important thing in religion." "If it's not an important thing in religion, why is it mentioned in the Holy Qur'an?" "You know I can't follow all that's in Qur'an." "You mean God tells you something to do, you disobey and then it's OK?" "Yes. God is forgiving." "God is forgiving to those who repent and do not repeat their mistakes." "Says who?""Says the same book that tells you to cover." "But I don't like hijab, it limits my freedom." "But the lotions, lipsticks, mascara and other cosmetics set you free?! What's your definition of freedom anyway?" "Freedom is in doing whatever you like to do." "No. Freedom is in doing the right thing, not in doing whatever we wish to do." "Look! I've seen so many people who don't wear hijab and are nice people, and so many who wear hijab and are bad people." "So what? There are people who are nice to you but are alcoholic. Should we all be alcoholics? You made a stupid point." "I don't want to be an extremist or a fanatic. I'm OK the way I am without hijab." "Then you are a secular fanatic. An extremist in disobeying God." "You don't get it, if I wear hijab, who would marry me?!" "So all these people with hijab never get married?!" "Okay! Wha t if I get married and my husband doesn't l i ke it? And wants me to remove it?" "What if your husband wants you to go out with him on a bank robbery?!" "That's irrelevant, bank robbery is a crime." "Disobeying your Creator is not a crime?" "But then who would hire me?" "A company that respects people for who they are." "Not after 9-11" "Yes. After 9-11. Don't you know about Hanan who just got into med school? And the other one, what was her name, the girl who always wore a white hijab.ummm." "Yasmeen?" "Yes. Yasmeen. She just finished her MBA and is now interning for GE." "Why do you reduce religion to a piece of cloth anyway?" "Why do you reduce womanhood to high heals and lipstick colors?" "You didn't answer my question." "In fact, I did. Hijab is not just a piece of cloth. It is obeying God in a difficult environment. It is courage, faith in action, and true womanhood. But your short sleeves, tight pants." "That's called 'fashion', you live in a cave or something? Fi rst of all, hijab was founded by men who wanted to control women." "Really? I did not know men could control women by hijab." "Yes. That's what it is." "What about the women who fight their husbands to wear hijab? And women in France who are forced to remove their hijab by men? What do you say about that?" "Well, that's different." "What difference? The woman who asked you to wear hijab.she was a woman, right?" "Right, but." "But fashions that are designed and promoted by male-dominated corporations, set you free? Men have no control on exposing women and using them as a commodity?! Give me a break!" "Wait, let me finish, I was saying." "Saying what? You think that men control women by hijab?" "Yes." "Specifically how?" "By te lling women how and what to wear, dummy!" "Doesn't TV, magazines and movies tell you what t o wear, and how to be 'attractive'?" "Of course, it's fashion." "Isn't that control? Pressuring you to wear what they want you to wear?" Silence "Not just controlling you, but also controlling the market." "What do you mean?" "I mean, you are told to look skinny and anorexic like that woman on the cover of the magazine, by men who design those magazines and sell those products." "I don't get it. What does hijab have to do with products." "It has everything to do with that. Don't you see? Hijab is a threat to consumerism, women who spend billions of dollars to look skinny and live by standards of fashion designed by men.and then here is Islam, saying trash all that nonsense and focus on your soul, not on your looks, and do not worry what men think of your looks." "Like I don't have to buy hijab? Isn't hijab a product?" "Yes, it is. It is a product that sets you free from male-dominated consumer ism ." "Stop lecturing me! I WILL NOT WEAR HIJAB! It is awkward, outdated, and totally not suitable for this societ y ... Moreover, I am only 20 and too young to wear hijab!" "Fine. Say that to your Lord, when you face Him on Judgment Day." "Fine." "Fine." Silence "Shut up and I don't want to hear more about hijab niqab schmijab Punjab !" Silence. She stared at the mirror, tired of arguing with herself all this time. Successful enough, she managed to shut the voices in her head, with her own opinions triumphant in victory on the matter, and a final modern decision accepted by the society, rejected by the Faith: Yes to curls or blowed dried hair, no to hijab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-113057380929805462?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/113057380929805462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=113057380929805462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/113057380929805462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/113057380929805462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/10/hijab-convo.html' title='&apos;hijab&apos; convo'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112987712605147401</id><published>2005-10-21T13:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:03:13.103+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muslim pick-up lines *eek*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They crack me up hahahahaha.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. "OH MY GOSH! I just saw part of your hair, now you're obliged to marry me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. "Our parents engaged us when we were little, they must have forgotten to tell you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. "I'd like to be more than just your brother in Islam." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. "To watch you pray is a sin of its own." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. "Will my platinum VISA cover your dowry?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. "You can't play basketball with a jilbab on, marry me, and we will go one-on-one our entire life." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. "Muslims are supposed to have many children, and I am willing to do my part..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. "Will you help the cause of the Ummah by helping me fulfill my deen?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. "Wanna pray in jamaat? shoulder to shoulder, feet to feet?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. "Assalamualaikum, so what time does a hurain (beautiful person from Jannah) like you have to be back in paradise?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. What school of thought do you follow because I thought about you all through school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Can I have your wali's phone number? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. So, read any good Surahs lately? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Do you believe in the hereafter? Oh you do? Then you know what I'm hereafter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Would you like to see my collection of Bukhari's? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;16. Lets get married so I dont have to lower my gaze everytime you walk in the room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;17. Didn't we meet when I went on Hajj/fought Jihad/ on the day we testified Allah was our lord? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112987712605147401?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112987712605147401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112987712605147401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112987712605147401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112987712605147401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/10/muslim-pick-up-lines-eek.html' title='Muslim pick-up lines *eek*'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112987588987076765</id><published>2005-10-21T12:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:19:25.176+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the right to cover petition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We, the undersigned, contend that the bans against head covers are illegal and a violation of human rights. Veiled women (and head covered people) of the world, consider these bans to be a clear violation of their human rights. Everyone has the right to equal public education and employment regardless of the choice to cover. It is essential that human rights be protected under the law. These bans are unjust and they negatively affect the social, spiritual, educational, and economical growth of millions of women/people around the world who chose to cover their heads. Moreover, these bans clearly breach and violate articles { 7, 18, 20, 21, 22, 26, 30 } of The United Nations Human Rights Declaration. We urge the United Nations to step in and take an action against any government that passes or have passed a ban against the right to wear head cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You may wish to support this cause by visiting the link below and following the instructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.gopetition.com/online/7105.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112987588987076765?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112987588987076765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112987588987076765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112987588987076765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112987588987076765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/10/right-to-cover-petition.html' title='the right to cover petition'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112983010208659984</id><published>2005-10-21T00:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:18:15.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'>historical background of Shinsengumi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the arrival of Commodore Perry, Japan was thrown into chaos and fear. Many samurais, especially those of lower ranks, began to doubt the power of the Shogunate in defending the country against foreign powers, especially when they had seen the armed blackships. The slogan "Sonno-Joi" (Rever the emperor, dispel the barbarians) was winning more and more support, such that samurais desert their hans to come to Kyoto to join the revolutionary movements. (In those days deserting your hand can be one of the most condemned sins - once you desert, you can never return to it, on pain of death.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Such roshis (masterless samurais, but not ronins and definitely not rurounis) increased in Kyoto, causing more and more disturbances at the capital. In those early days of unsatisfied feelings, most of the roshis still did not have a clear idea of what movement or who they should follow. All they knew was that they were impatient and eager to do something to defend Japan. There were myriads of schools of thought - Sonno-joi, open up the country to learn from the gaijin and in turn attact them using the same technologies, support the Bakufu - as Watsuki once remarked, it was an era where 100 people may hold 100 different arguments and you can't say who's wrong. It's one factor which makes this era as tumultuous and interesting as it is. The Bakufu decided that it would be to their advantage if they took such roshis without any stand yet into their service, rather than letting them roam about the capital. Hence, Roshi-tais (bands of wave samurais) were formed and roshis enlisted under respective Bakufu samurais, where the "entry requirements" were one's sword skills (kenjutsu matches, something like an exam, were held.) This happened in 1863 or 3rd Year of Bunkyuu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the district of Tama near Edo, there was a kenjutsu dojo, the Shieikan, practising the Tennen Rishin Ryuu. The master was one Kondou Isami, and among the students are Hijikata Toshizou, Okita Souji and Inoue Genzaburou. These four were like brothers, with Okita as the youngest and also the strongest. There were also many frequenters at the dojo who take their meals there, among them Yamanami Seisuke, Harada Sanosuke and Nagakura Shinpachi. When Kondou and Hijikata heard of the formation of Roshitais in Kyoto and being the patriotic hunks that they were, they went to Kyoto with a few other disciples of Tennen Rishin Ryuu (including all of the above named), leaving the dojo in the care of Hijikata's elder brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In Kyoto, they were enlisted under Kiyokawa Hachirou, after passing the "entry requirement exams". 13 roshis, including Kondou and Co, were appointed "Kyoto Defenders" by Matsudaira Katamori, the Daimyo of Aizu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, although Kiyokawa acted in public like a pro-Bakufu, he was actually on the other side. What he wanted to do was to gather a troupe of roshis in the name of the Bakufu, BUT to train these roshis to be Ishin Shishis - ironic, isn't it? He had planned with the other Shishis to attack the gaijin settlement at Yokohama, setting fire to the buildings and killing the foreigners, so that the Bakufu's foreign diplomacy, as well as their image, would plummet as low as it could get. The Shogunate had news of this, however, and they sent assassins to elimainate Kiyokawa on 13/4, 3rd year of Bunkyuu, before their plan could be carried out. After that, Kondou and co. insisted on supporting the Shogunate, and they set up the Shinsengumi, with 13 members. It was then that the kanji "Makoto" was chosen as the group flag. There were some arguments on this: Kondou insisted on "Makoto", while Serizawa on "Ryu" (Dragon). (from one historical novel) The first committee was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Joint Captains: Serizawa Kamo(aka Shishio on Rurouni Kenshin), Kondou Isami, Niimi Nishigi&lt;br /&gt;Vice Captains: Hijikata Toshizo (aka Aoshi on RK), Yamanami Keisuke&lt;br /&gt;At this point, several new members joined in, including Saitou Hajime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112983010208659984?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112983010208659984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112983010208659984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112983010208659984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112983010208659984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/10/historical-background-of-shinsengumi.html' title='historical background of Shinsengumi'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112982911615672441</id><published>2005-10-21T00:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:16:16.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what I learned today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Reading this course material on normative theory confuses me. It's pretty much like repetition, I mean the explanation. By going thru all this reading finally I learned that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;normative theory deals precisely with values and value preferences. Unlike empirical theory, however, propositions in normative theory are not subject to empirical test as a means of establishing their truth or falsehood. Normative theory deals not with what &lt;i style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;, the domain of empirical theory. Rather, normative theory deals explicitly with what &lt;i style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;ought&lt;/i&gt; to be - the way the world should be ordered and the value choices decision makers &lt;i style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; make. After all, sounds like utopia huh? Normative theorists claim that it's called realistic or grounded utopia. Make sense, no??? Well-done! Ohh and I got this ' love is a feeling, not a reason' - Hegel......w00t Hegel?!?! Yeah, I learned that he could be romantic too hehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112982911615672441?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112982911615672441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112982911615672441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112982911615672441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112982911615672441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-i-learned-today.html' title='what I learned today'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112952585147265550</id><published>2005-10-17T11:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:10:34.550+07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeh, it's all about hardwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aaahhh, my poor blog! school has claimed most of my attention these days. Man, I don't even have time for myself. hehe okay that's exaggerated, but yeah it's always about work, work and work. There are heaps of assignment, so that my head's gonna explode (LOL I always say that when being stressed). And you know what, the worst thing is that my PC was damaged by this virus called "Brontok-A". What a mess! I lost all data on hard disk!!! I was about to fall into pieces. The PC was finally re-installed, sigh! Now I have to start all over again. God, help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112952585147265550?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112952585147265550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112952585147265550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112952585147265550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112952585147265550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeh-its-all-about-hardwork.html' title='yeh, it&apos;s all about hardwork'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112505250837065569</id><published>2005-08-26T17:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:08:57.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch! my ankle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;bad news.....*sighs* yesterday I got my right ankle sprained while walking home from campus and today saw a doctor. will tell you more when I fully recover. pray for me pweaaase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112505250837065569?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112505250837065569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112505250837065569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112505250837065569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112505250837065569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/ouch-my-ankle.html' title='ouch! my ankle'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112489541377382134</id><published>2005-08-24T21:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:56:53.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 facts of miss_yukilicious !!!</title><content type='html'>1. Full Name: **** ******** ******&lt;br /&gt;2. Your Nick: Qee&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you bi, gay, straight, a-sexual: 100% straight&lt;br /&gt;4. Place of Birth: Bandung&lt;br /&gt;5. Zodiac Sign: gemini&lt;br /&gt;6. Male or Female: female&lt;br /&gt;7. age: 20&lt;br /&gt;8. School: Padjadjaran University&lt;br /&gt;9. Occupation: undergrad student&lt;br /&gt;10. Residence: West Java&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Your Appearance___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Hair Color: black&lt;br /&gt;13. Hair Long or Short: in between&lt;br /&gt;14. Eye Color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;15. how do ur nails look: neat :p&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a crush on someone right NOW (truthfully): a crush?? no no&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like yourself: have to, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you think you're attractive: ask them! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;21. Piercings: ears&lt;br /&gt;22. Tattoo: no&lt;br /&gt;23. Righty or Lefty: righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Your 'Firsts'___&lt;br /&gt;24. First Rollercoaster: @ Fantasy World&lt;br /&gt;25. First cell phone: nokia 2100 (baby blue)&lt;br /&gt;26. First best friend(s): hmmp...Icha&lt;br /&gt;27. First Award: can't remember the first ......&lt;br /&gt;28. First Sport You Joined: soccer&lt;br /&gt;29. First pet: never really had&lt;br /&gt;30. First vacation: can't remember&lt;br /&gt;31. First Concert: Limp Bizkit (muahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;32. First True Love: still waiting...du du du du&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ Favorites___&lt;br /&gt;33. Movie: Children of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;34. TV Show: for now Masquarade (fun stuff!)&lt;br /&gt;35. Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;36. Band: Do As Infinity&lt;br /&gt;37. Song: Fukai Mori&lt;br /&gt;38. Food: chicken katsu&lt;br /&gt;39. Drink: mango juice&lt;br /&gt;40. Candy: kopiko&lt;br /&gt;41. Sport: swimming&lt;br /&gt;42. Fav sport to watch: Badminton championships, World Cup&lt;br /&gt;43. Brand of clothing: none&lt;br /&gt;44. Stores: book stores&lt;br /&gt;45. School subject: umm....&lt;br /&gt;46. Animal: birds&lt;br /&gt;48. Magazine: Islamia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Currently___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. typing: this!&lt;br /&gt;50. thinking: about my travel&lt;br /&gt;52. daydreaming: no time for daydreaming!&lt;br /&gt;53. waiting: news from Ichiro *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;54. gazing: PC screen&lt;br /&gt;55. missing: my friends back home&lt;br /&gt;56. doing: typing right now right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Your Future___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Want kids? of course&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to get married? indeed&lt;br /&gt;60. Careers in mind: diplomat hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Which is Better With The Opposite/Same Sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Cute or Sexy: cute&lt;br /&gt;68. Lips or Eyes: eyes&lt;br /&gt;69. Hugs or Kisses: hugs&lt;br /&gt;70. Short or Tall: tall&lt;br /&gt;71. Easygoing or serious: easygoing&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or Spontaneous: romantic&lt;br /&gt;73. Fatty or Skinny: in between.&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or Loud: sensitive&lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or Relationship: relationship&lt;br /&gt;76. Sweet or Caring: both!&lt;br /&gt;77. Troublemaker or Hesitant One: none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Have You Ever___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a stranger: nah&lt;br /&gt;79: Drank alcohol: nope&lt;br /&gt;80. Smoked: no&lt;br /&gt;81. Ran Away From Home: yeah....&lt;br /&gt;82. Broken a Bone: never&lt;br /&gt;83. Got an X-ray: once&lt;br /&gt;84. Broken Someones Heart: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;85. Loved someone: ermm not sure&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned Someone Down: uh huh&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried When Someone Died: oh yes. couldn't help it...&lt;br /&gt;88. Cried At School: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Do You Believe In___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. God: absolutely&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles: uh huh&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight: dunno...&lt;br /&gt;92. Ghosts: nope. jinns, yeah&lt;br /&gt;93. Aliens: dunno...&lt;br /&gt;94. Soulmates: hmmm...yeah&lt;br /&gt;95. Heaven: yep&lt;br /&gt;96. Hell: yep&lt;br /&gt;98. Kissing on the first date: never&lt;br /&gt;99. Horoscopes: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___Answer Truthfully___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.Is there someone you want but know&lt;br /&gt;you can't have? yes for sure :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112489541377382134?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112489541377382134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112489541377382134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112489541377382134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112489541377382134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/100-facts-of-missyukilicious.html' title='100 facts of miss_yukilicious !!!'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112488263180984740</id><published>2005-08-24T17:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:06:55.513+07:00</updated><title type='text'>shinsengumi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/1600/sei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/320/sei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/1600/okita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/320/okita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so much interested in Shinsengumi, one famous squad in Japan's history. I started to get curious and wanna know more about the squad after I read my sister's manga "Kaze Hikaru" and I was like, "Man, this is awesome!" For ages I hadn't read any mangas and Kaze Hikaru is the only manga I read nowadays. The author is Taeko Watanabe. &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The main character is a girl named Tominaga Sei who, after her father and brother were murdered,decides to pose as a boy named Kamiya Seizaburo to join the "Mibu-Ro" (The Wolves of Mibu) later known as the Shinsengumi. Her goal was to search for the murderer. In Shinsengumi base she met Souji Okita (also known as Soujiro Seta) who later became her master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo what is Shinsengumi? Shinsengumi translates to "the group of the new chosen ones" ... "Shinsen" means "new chosen ones" while "gumi" translates to "group," "team," or "squad." The original Captains of the Shinsengumi were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Serizawa Kamo" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serizawa_Kamo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kamo Serizawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Kondou Isami" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kondou_Isami"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isami Kondō&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Niimi Nishiki" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niimi_Nishiki"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nishiki Niimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. The group was made of 2 sects with Serizawa's Mito group and Kondou Isami's Shiekan dojo members. They based themselves in the Mibu neighborhood of Kyoto. On March 12, 1863, the group submitted a letter to the Aizu clan requesting permission to police Kyoto to stop the actions of revolutionaries and lawless samurai. Their request was granted, but ironically, the reckless actions of Serizawa and Niimi, done in the name of the Shinsengumi, caused the group to be feared in Kyoto when their job was to keep the peace. Their reputation improved after the seppuku of Niimi and the assassination of Serizawa by the Kondo sect within the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Commander: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Kondo Isami" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kondo_Isami"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kondō Isami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; , a practitioner of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tennen Rishin Ryu" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tennen_Rishin_Ryu"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tennen Rishin Ryū&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice Commanders: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hijikata Toshizo" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hijikata_Toshizo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hijikata Toshizō&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Yamanami Keisuke" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yamanami_Keisuke"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yamanami Keisuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military Advisor: Kashitarō Itō&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Troop Captains:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="Okita Souji" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okita_Souji"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okita Sōji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="Nagakura Shinpachi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nagakura_Shinpachi"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nagakura Shinpachi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="Saitou Hajime" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saitou_Hajime"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saitō Hajime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Matsubara Chūji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Takeda Kanryūsai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Inoue Genzaburō&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tani Sanjūrō&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tōdō Heisuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suzuki Mikisaburō&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a title="Harada Sanosuke" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harada_Sanosuke"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harada Sanosuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spies: Shimada Kai, Yamazaki Susumu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112488263180984740?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112488263180984740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112488263180984740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112488263180984740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112488263180984740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/shinsengumi.html' title='shinsengumi'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112487923839157509</id><published>2005-08-24T17:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:27:18.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'>'funky' hijabis errmm no thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/1600/bodazey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/320/bodazey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes* what the heck is goin on??? yeh, 'artistic' rite?  *slams head to the wall*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112487923839157509?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112487923839157509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112487923839157509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112487923839157509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112487923839157509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/funky-hijabis-errmm-no-thanks.html' title='&apos;funky&apos; hijabis errmm no thanks!'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112487706458079476</id><published>2005-08-24T16:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:51:04.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malang photos</title><content type='html'>tr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/1600/ahhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/320/ahhh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;avelling to Malang soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/1600/ahhhhhhhhhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/320/ahhhhhhhhhhh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/1600/aw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/320/aw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/1600/ahhhhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/320/ahhhhh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/1600/ahh445385-Apel_Manalagi-Malang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/320/ahh445385-Apel_Manalagi-Malang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/1600/ah445381-Travel_Picture-Malang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4084/741/320/ah445381-Travel_Picture-Malang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Malang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is located on east &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Java_%28island%29" title="Java (island)"&gt;Java&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surabaya" title="Surabaya"&gt;Surabaya&lt;/a&gt;, the capital city of east Java. Malang city has beautiful scenery and is surrounded by mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll share my story as soon as I get back from there. don't miss it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112487706458079476?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112487706458079476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112487706458079476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112487706458079476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112487706458079476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/malang-photos.html' title='Malang photos'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112487555054007391</id><published>2005-08-24T16:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:03:49.353+07:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#862d59;"&gt;Never do I argue with a man with a desire to hear him say what is wrong, or to expose him and win victory over him. Whenever I face an opponent in debate I silently pray - O Lord, help him so that truth may flow from his heart and on his tongue, and so that if truth is on my side, he may follow me; and if truth be on his side, I may follow him. - Imam Ash-Shafi (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;rahimullah&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112487555054007391?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112487555054007391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112487555054007391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112487555054007391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112487555054007391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112487550346076556</id><published>2005-08-24T16:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:59:46.940+07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls are like apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;......................................................Girls&lt;br /&gt;................................................are like apples&lt;br /&gt;.........................................on trees. The best ones&lt;br /&gt;........................................are at the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;.....................................The boys don't want to reach&lt;br /&gt;...................................for the good ones because they&lt;br /&gt;................................are afraid of falling and getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;...............................Instead, they just get the rotten apples&lt;br /&gt;...............................from the ground that aren't as good,&lt;br /&gt;..............................but easy. So the apples at the top think&lt;br /&gt;...............................something is wrong with them, when in&lt;br /&gt;.................................reality, they're amazing. They just&lt;br /&gt;...................................have to wait for the right boy to&lt;br /&gt;...................................... come along, the one who's&lt;br /&gt;..............................................brave enough to&lt;br /&gt;...................................................climb all&lt;br /&gt;...................................................the way&lt;br /&gt;..................................................to the top&lt;br /&gt;................................................ of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys, are you brave enough to climb the tree? or do you prefer rotten apples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112487550346076556?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112487550346076556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112487550346076556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112487550346076556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112487550346076556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/girls-are-like-apples.html' title='girls are like apples'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112487527892163761</id><published>2005-08-24T16:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:59:32.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The King and his 4 wives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The King and His Four Wives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a rich King who had four wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best. He also loved the 3rd wife very much and was always showing her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feared that one day she would leave him for another. He also loved his 2nd wife. She was his confidant, and was always kind, considerate and patient with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the King faced a problem, he could confide in her, and she would help him get through the difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King's 1st wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her! One day, the King fell ill and he knew his time was short. He thought of his luxurious life and wondered, "I ! now have four wives with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone."Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I have loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way!", replied the 4th wife, and she walked away without another word. Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad King then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!", replied the 3rd wife. "Life is too good! When you die, I'm going to remarry!" His heart sank and turned cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the 2nd wife, "I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!", replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." Her answer came like a bolt of lightning, and the King was devastated. Then a voice called out: "I'll leave with you and follow you no matter where you go." The King looked up, and there was his first wife. She was so skinny as she suffered from malnutrition and neglect. Greatly grieved, the King said, "I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, we all have 4 wives in our lives: Our 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it will leave us when we die. Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, it will all go to others. Our 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave. And our 1st wife is our Soul. Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world. However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only part of us that will follow us to the throne of God and continue with us throughout Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;get the whole point of the story? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--emo&amp;:)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112487527892163761?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112487527892163761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112487527892163761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112487527892163761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112487527892163761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/king-and-his-4-wives.html' title='The King and his 4 wives'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112487338610044739</id><published>2005-08-24T15:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:57:04.980+07:00</updated><title type='text'>exam done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thank God it was oveeerrrr YAY! I did it pretty well tee hee. had studied like all night long, can you imagine that? ohh can't wait till Monday&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;insha Allah&lt;/span&gt; my bestest friend and I are leaving for Surabaya, East Java and most likely staying at a friend's place in Malang. she's gonna get the tickets tomorrow YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112487338610044739?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112487338610044739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112487338610044739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112487338610044739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112487338610044739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/exam-done.html' title='exam done!'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112474128441196888</id><published>2005-08-23T02:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:54:44.353+07:00</updated><title type='text'>insignificant questionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Last person you chatted with on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- ermmm can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The last thing eaten?&lt;br /&gt;- brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person that you went out shopping?&lt;br /&gt;- my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last present(s) that you received?&lt;br /&gt;- ermmm no presents lately *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last website?&lt;br /&gt;- 1up.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Person(s) you saw?&lt;br /&gt;- that annoying boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last call you received?&lt;br /&gt;- from Angger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last dream?&lt;br /&gt;- I got 40 millions rupiahs transfered to my&lt;br /&gt;account! *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last haircut?&lt;br /&gt;- not sure what it's called....but so cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Last time in love?&lt;br /&gt;- oh yeah like a few days ago.....in love with a&lt;br /&gt;book! and I felt like buying it...dang! no enough&lt;br /&gt;money *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last time you saw your grandma ?&lt;br /&gt;- ermmm like last month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last sms received from?what was that?&lt;br /&gt;- Putri's sister. twas a secret, k? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Last fight?&lt;br /&gt;- can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Last electronic device used?&lt;br /&gt;- computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last tv show watched?&lt;br /&gt;- can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;- the master alchemist! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where do you really2 wanna go to?&lt;br /&gt;- Mecca and Medina ohh and Balkan :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which do u prefer..ym or msn?&lt;br /&gt;- YIM! msn annoys me sometimes *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you love shopping?&lt;br /&gt;- shopping books yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where do you usually go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;- book stores *nerd alert* muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who cleans your room?&lt;br /&gt;- just me, myself and I (wha...?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Last testimonial / comment?&lt;br /&gt;- that I got some interesting stuff on this site hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;- sleepy...*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who/What makes u feel really happy?&lt;br /&gt;- o la la *whispers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who r ur enemies?&lt;br /&gt;- huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you love your friends?&lt;br /&gt;- that's out of question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Name 5 favourite things you'll take out&lt;br /&gt;with you?&lt;br /&gt;- a wallet (a must), a cellphone, a pen, a bottle&lt;br /&gt;of water, and tissues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who you think sucks in your school?&lt;br /&gt;- *censored* oh maaaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Msn who is the last who logged in?&lt;br /&gt;- Joyce, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favourite songs? by who?&lt;br /&gt;- Fukai Mori by Do As Infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Whats ur hobbies/hobby ?&lt;br /&gt;- reading (oh yes!), hanging out with friends,&lt;br /&gt;window shopping (broke big time), writing&lt;br /&gt;stuff....ohh and recently travelling yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Got any plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;- sure.....sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you afraid of getting hurt?&lt;br /&gt;- nah. I'm afraid of not being able to get thru it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Are you afraid to hurt the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah I hope not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you think 2005 is a good year for you?&lt;br /&gt;- ermmm let's see till the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Why?&lt;br /&gt;- well to see the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What's your fave colour?&lt;br /&gt;- blue, brown, black, purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Who's ur best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Putri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Where do you like to watch movies?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't watch movies often so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Where do you like to shop for makeup?&lt;br /&gt;- any shop really any....as long as it has things&lt;br /&gt;I need ermm wait....I don't wear make-up *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Whats ur fav place ?&lt;br /&gt;- where I can R&amp;amp;R.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112474128441196888?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112474128441196888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112474128441196888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112474128441196888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112474128441196888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/insignificant-questionaire.html' title='insignificant questionaire'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112473965053859512</id><published>2005-08-23T02:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:52:05.056+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be crazy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG! 2:30am now and I ain't sleeping yet! hmm was trying to, but couldn't! ahhh what's wrong with me??? and look....eating brownies! excellento, I'm gonna fatty now *sighs* ohh something just popped....on wednesday I'm having an exam....great! study study study!!! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;you don't wish to get a C again, do you? &lt;/span&gt;of course I don't! Have to sleep soon and then wake up and then try to study. *imagines the exam in that 'killer' class* ohh I think I'm gonna faint....Better stop moaning. Hey, read this below. it got me thinking a while ago when I was in a terrible confusion about the purpose of (my) life. these lines (the puzzles) represented what I had in mind back then and I really thank Allah for showing me the way....&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came not knowing from where, but I came.&lt;br /&gt;And I saw a pathway in front of me, so I walked.&lt;br /&gt;And I will remain walking, whether I want this or not.&lt;br /&gt;How did I come? How did I see my pathway?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know!&lt;br /&gt;Am I new or am I old in this existence?&lt;br /&gt;Am I free and unrestrained, or do I walk in chains?&lt;br /&gt;Do I lead myself in my life, or am I being led?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I know, but&lt;br /&gt;I do not know!&lt;br /&gt;And my path, oh what is my path? Is it long or is it short?&lt;br /&gt;Am I ascending in it, or am I going down and sinking?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the one who is walking on the road,&lt;br /&gt;or is it the road that is moving?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we both standing, but it is the time that is running?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know!&lt;br /&gt;Before I became a full human, do you see&lt;br /&gt;if I were nothing, impossible? Or do you see that I was something?&lt;br /&gt;Is there an answer to this puzzle, or will it remain eternal?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know ... and why do I not know??&lt;br /&gt;I do not know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Elya Abu Madhi "Al-Talasim"- translated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 keywords for this post: brownies, exam, puzzles. sowwy for being so random this time ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112473965053859512?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112473965053859512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112473965053859512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112473965053859512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112473965053859512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-must-be-crazy.html' title='I must be crazy!!'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112471167220038569</id><published>2005-08-22T18:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:50:35.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes jokes jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;thought I'd share these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take only ONE. God is watching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;A smart Japanese child in an American School class on world historical events!!&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day of school and a new student named Suzuki, the son of a Japanese businessman, entered the fourth grade. The teacher said,"Let's begin by reviewing some American history:--&lt;br /&gt;*Who said 'Give me Liberty, or give me Death?' She saw a sea of blank faces, except for Suzuki, who had his hand up. "Patrick Henry, 1775."&lt;br /&gt;He said."Very good!&lt;br /&gt;Who said 'Government of the People, by the People, for the People, shall not perish from the Earth'"? Again, no response except from Suzuki. "Abraham Lincoln,1863.", said Suzuki.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher snapped at the class, "Class, you should be ashamed. Suzuki,who is new to our country, knows more about its history than you do."&lt;br /&gt;She heard a loud whisper: "F**k the Japs." "Who said that?" she demanded. Suzuki put his hand up. "Lee Iacocca, 1982."&lt;br /&gt;At that point, a student in the back said, "I'm gonna puke." The teacher glares and asks "All right! Now, who said that?"&lt;br /&gt;Again, Suzuki says, "George Bush [Sr.] to the Japanese Prime Minister,1991."&lt;br /&gt;Now furious, another student yells, "Oh yeah? Suck this!" Suzuki jumps out of his chair waving his hand and shouts to the teacher, "Bill Clinton, to Monica Lewinsky, 1997!"&lt;br /&gt;Now with almost a mob hysteria someone said, "You little nuts. If you say anything else, I'll kill you." Suzuki frantically yells at the top of his voice, "[California Congressman] Gary Condit to Chandra Levy 2001." The teacher fainted.) And as the class gathered around the teacher on the floor, someone said, "Oh nuts, we're f**ked!"&lt;br /&gt;...and Suzuki said, "Americans,... in Iraq 2004!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Obsessive-Compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Codependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have Multiple Personalities, press 3, 4, 5, and 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Paranoid, we know who you are. Stay on the line so we can trace your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Delusional, press 7, and your call will be transferred to the Mother Ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Schizophrenic, listen carefully, and a small voice will tell you which number to press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Dyslexic, press 96969696969696.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a Nervous Disorder, please fidget with the Pound Button until a representative comes on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have Amnesia, press 8 and state your name, address, phone number, date of birth, social security number, and your mother's and grandmother's maiden names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have short-term Memory Loss, please try your call again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have Low Self-Esteem, just hang up. None of our representatives would talk to someone like you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112471167220038569?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112471167220038569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112471167220038569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112471167220038569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112471167220038569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/jokes-jokes-jokes.html' title='jokes jokes jokes'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-112471114596045721</id><published>2005-08-22T18:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:49:46.713+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 gold medals for Indonesia YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;whoa! it's been a long long time since my last post. ehh actually I had forgotten this thing till I got a message in my inbox hehehe. mmkay from now on I'll try to post more (to be honest kinda lazybones when it comes to blogging so yeah...). peeps, did anyone of you watch IBF World Championship in Anaheim, California? no one? woo hoo... Nova Widianto and Lilyana Natsir of Indonesia defeated Xie Zhongbo and Zhang Yawen to win the IBF World Championship mixed doubles title. It was first gold medal for Indonesia in mixed doubles in 25 years. Olympic champion Taufik Hidayat of Indonesia blitzed world No 1 Lin Dan in straight games to win the men's singles title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tony Gunawan and Howard Bach of the United States upset Candra Wijaya and Sigit Budiarto of Indonesia to win the men's doubles title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaarrgghhh....! Oh wait a minute, Tony Gunawan is Indonesian and so are the coachs of the US. Grrr at those traitors! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-112471114596045721?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112471114596045721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=112471114596045721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112471114596045721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/112471114596045721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/2-gold-medals-for-indonesia-yay.html' title='2 gold medals for Indonesia YAY!'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899756.post-110466761262470566</id><published>2005-01-02T18:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:40:35.490+07:00</updated><title type='text'>uh oh brand new year with a new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow finally I got *infected* by this blog virus hehehe Dunno how but all of sudden I just wanted to try this.....ehh....actually was bored! Found the site and decided to give it a shoot. So it's brand new year baby! LOL Nope, I wasn't at some kinda party or something like that. Just stayed in my room doing my *routine*. Lemme think.....I guess I'll mix English and Indonesian. Why? Coz it depends on my moods. If my mood tells me to use English, so I'll do it and the same thing for Indonesian. So you English speaking people out there don't get shocked if you see some *alien* words/sentences. Hey you are still on planet earth! Maybe it's just me using my mother tongue. Oh man, also have outstanding, full of faults English. Be patient with me puuhleeze! Me not speake Inglishe gud hehehehe. Hmmm.....I may not post so often. Me busy as a bee.....d'ohh! Today I got some good advice from "&lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;". Yeah that made me think, dude! Even in prayer a few minutes ago I contemplated about what you said. OK what else......ummm.....ugh so hungry! IC it's dinner time. Gotta have a go by now! C-yah! Wassalaam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;random things of Miss Yukilicious&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899756-110466761262470566?l=yukilicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110466761262470566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899756&amp;postID=110466761262470566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/110466761262470566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899756/posts/default/110466761262470566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yukilicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/uh-oh-brand-new-year-with-new-blog.html' title='uh oh brand new year with a new blog'/><author><name>miss_yukilicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03539385152863862991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a201/kawaii-wannabe/18eb3572.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
