The BEST video effects EVER. I love this...
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Hajer!
Bla and Lau! This is Hajer. I think! HEHEHEHEHEHE... Heh. Hannah is not typing right now because she is a FOO' and FOO's like to sleep on the job! >.< Always sleeping on the job!! GRRR! FOO's nowadays are such wierd-O's! Like this time where my FOO' sister.. erm.. erm.. I CAN'T REMEMBER! Heeeenngg! I have short memory loss. Hehe. Oh yeah, last night my cousins came over to our house for Berbuka! Teng, teng, teng!!! Heh. We had PIZZA! Yahoo! So very tasty! Muuuuuuugghhh! Very tasty cheese pizza! Mue, mue, mue, mue mue mue! We also had Nasi Briani (is that how ya spell it?). I had TWO slices of pizza ONLY, at first. And then, later after me and Kakak were in the room, I felt like i NEEDED pizza because so very tasty! Ma'! I can't tell you the rest of the story because it's too emberassing! Hehehehe. No one will ever know... We also watched Die Hard 4.0. It was pretty good, pretty good. It's like 100% action! Coolio, dude! Hehe. Me, Daddy and Mommy kept teasing the movie because Bruce Willis (i think thats how ta spell it) will never die in the movie! lol. "The dead come back to life. To the parying mother and the worried father, let your children go! They com back they'll come home stronger and if they don't you'll know!!!" That's what they said in the song The River by Good Charlotte! YAHOOi! hehe. Well, I G-2-G, yo! Heing heing heing heing heing heing! No really, I gotta go.. BYE! Ja mata!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Naruto Konoha Nin- Life is a Highway
The song is from Rascal Flatts, Life is a Highway. I didn't sleep for ages doing this. Posted on my blog for your viewing pleasure! Please comment (through my CBox, if you'd like)!
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Third Time's the Charm
WARNING! Fanfiction! I repeat: FANFICTION!
Author's Note: You may be wondering, 'Why post this on a blog when you've obviously got Fanfiction.net?', right? Well, my answer is simple: I have no idea. I just wanted to fill up my blog with unrealistic crap and make it sound a tad more dramatic. This fic, by far, is one of my faves. Not too rough, but not mushy either. One-sided SasuSaku.... sort of.
PS: If you've checked out my video (post: SasuSaku- What I've Done), then this would explain a lot. Sakura's POV. I'll do Sasuke's later on. A good idea would be to read while listening to the soundtrack!
Category: Naruto (Anime/Manga).
Genre: Romance.
Pairing: Sakura and Sasuke (somewhat onesided).
Third Time’s the Charm
Rain was pouring down upon the streets of Konoha, Village of the Hidden Leaf. The sun, that usually shone brightly in the cloudless blue sky, was now no where to be seen – probably hidden amongst the thick, grey, thunderclouds; filtered of any light that would usually shine downwards. Where most people – ninja and civillian alike – took this bad weather as an indication to scurry along indoors, one angry, pink haired kunoichi stood alone outside; drenched to the bone in rain-water; face set and determined as she crashed her numb fists into the thick, sturdy bark of a great oak-tree.
The first time I confessed my love to him... he brushed me aside... called me... “annoying”.
The young kunoichi’s nose scrunched up prettily as she felt some wood dig into her reddened flesh. Rain and tears blurred her vision of the destructed oak; her petal pink hair, usually neatly framing her fair, delicate face, now jutted out in odd angles and stuck to her flushed cheeks in a distracting manner. This, and the fact that she was shivering with cold, did not bother her as she continued to crash her knuckles into the distressed tree with brutal force.
I was hurt at first; after all, who wouldn’t be hurt when the love of your life turns you away like some speck of dust on the grime-coated floor? To be pushed aside, pathetically, unworthy of the affection that you strived and thirsted for – it would be enough to drive anyone to the point of insanity...
Slam!
Small fists, usually tidily folded behind the small of her back, were now slamming deeper and deeper into the tree trunk. A crack was all she received upon her first few punches, blisters, so many, red and fierce, took no mercy to the weeping, fuming young woman.
...It was strange though; how I presisted through those days. I had gone through so many emotional break-downs... and yet... was willing to take one more every single time.
Slam!
The wood of the bark cracked again, and this time, with it, so did her knuckles. The woman cursed, seeing as how she had drawn red liquid with that previous throw. It stung badly, and for a second there, she had almost considered giving up... and yet...
Slam!
I always considered myself a proud kunoichi. Strong, if you must. I was one of the top students back then. Excellent in grades and perfect when it came to handling chakra-infused attacks. Yet, still, after a while I realized... if I was such a proud ninja... why was I always drifting behind? Watching, never moving. Cheering, never fighting. Analyzing, never doing. It was then that I came to a conclusion that I was, it seemed, weak.
Slam!
Tears. They stung more that the splinters, or the cuts, or the blisters ever would. And why? Why would the salty taste and the blurry-vision always induce this sort of weakness upon her? She had wept hundreds of times… for him especially, it seems... shouldn’t she be used to it by now?
Slam!
Shouldn’t the tears, now, after years of drawing them forth, and feeling them stream down her warm, flushed cheeks, give her a sense of familiarity? She should be unnafected by now...
Slam!
...right?
Slam!
I had worked harder, if not by a little bit, when I had come to such a conclusion. I was still behind, of course... but some progress was made, and with that, I was happy. Not proud any longer, no. I didn’t deserve to be proud. What with my fellow teamates, one of which I loved so deeply, were both strong and far ahead of me; all I could do was... walk along with them. Try to keep up.
Slam!
High up above, from atop the little kunoichi, and protected from behind a layer of glass, the eyes of a much older woman – warm with appraise, yet fierce with power and wisdom – watched as the young woman she deemed apprentice continued her pointless onslaught against the innocent tree. The older woman’s (Tsunade, it seems, is her name) lips were parted with a sigh, yet she made no move to cease her apprentice’s hard determination.
Slam!
The second time I confessed my love to him seemed like years later, though perhaps, it was only a few months. I had cried back then, too. I had cried and screamed, pleading like the prideless fool I was. I had even gone to the point of offering all I had. I tried all that I could, knowing, for a fact, that I had nothing precious to offer him.
Slam!
I remember his eyes. So hard with the thought of revenge. I had thrown myself to him, enveloping his broad, stiff shoulders with my own weak arms, wishing with what little might I had, that I could take all his anger away.
Slam!
That was the second time.
Slam!
I muse now... three months since his leave... how would the third time be?
Slam!
Would I be stronger then? Would he turn me away like he did both times before? Would he accept me?
Slam!
All I know is... for him, I’m willing to give a million and more third chances.
Slam!
The final blow was the strongest, and during that moment of set priorities, the tree had broken down all together, falling apart like mere twigs from the great oak it used to be, and scattering around the no longer crying girl like petals worthy of her name...
Sakura.
After all... third time’s the charm, right?
Author's Note: You may be wondering, 'Why post this on a blog when you've obviously got Fanfiction.net?', right? Well, my answer is simple: I have no idea. I just wanted to fill up my blog with unrealistic crap and make it sound a tad more dramatic. This fic, by far, is one of my faves. Not too rough, but not mushy either. One-sided SasuSaku.... sort of.
PS: If you've checked out my video (post: SasuSaku- What I've Done), then this would explain a lot. Sakura's POV. I'll do Sasuke's later on. A good idea would be to read while listening to the soundtrack!
Category: Naruto (Anime/Manga).
Genre: Romance.
Pairing: Sakura and Sasuke (somewhat onesided).
Third Time’s the Charm
Rain was pouring down upon the streets of Konoha, Village of the Hidden Leaf. The sun, that usually shone brightly in the cloudless blue sky, was now no where to be seen – probably hidden amongst the thick, grey, thunderclouds; filtered of any light that would usually shine downwards. Where most people – ninja and civillian alike – took this bad weather as an indication to scurry along indoors, one angry, pink haired kunoichi stood alone outside; drenched to the bone in rain-water; face set and determined as she crashed her numb fists into the thick, sturdy bark of a great oak-tree.
The first time I confessed my love to him... he brushed me aside... called me... “annoying”.
The young kunoichi’s nose scrunched up prettily as she felt some wood dig into her reddened flesh. Rain and tears blurred her vision of the destructed oak; her petal pink hair, usually neatly framing her fair, delicate face, now jutted out in odd angles and stuck to her flushed cheeks in a distracting manner. This, and the fact that she was shivering with cold, did not bother her as she continued to crash her knuckles into the distressed tree with brutal force.
I was hurt at first; after all, who wouldn’t be hurt when the love of your life turns you away like some speck of dust on the grime-coated floor? To be pushed aside, pathetically, unworthy of the affection that you strived and thirsted for – it would be enough to drive anyone to the point of insanity...
Slam!
Small fists, usually tidily folded behind the small of her back, were now slamming deeper and deeper into the tree trunk. A crack was all she received upon her first few punches, blisters, so many, red and fierce, took no mercy to the weeping, fuming young woman.
...It was strange though; how I presisted through those days. I had gone through so many emotional break-downs... and yet... was willing to take one more every single time.
Slam!
The wood of the bark cracked again, and this time, with it, so did her knuckles. The woman cursed, seeing as how she had drawn red liquid with that previous throw. It stung badly, and for a second there, she had almost considered giving up... and yet...
Slam!
I always considered myself a proud kunoichi. Strong, if you must. I was one of the top students back then. Excellent in grades and perfect when it came to handling chakra-infused attacks. Yet, still, after a while I realized... if I was such a proud ninja... why was I always drifting behind? Watching, never moving. Cheering, never fighting. Analyzing, never doing. It was then that I came to a conclusion that I was, it seemed, weak.
Slam!
Tears. They stung more that the splinters, or the cuts, or the blisters ever would. And why? Why would the salty taste and the blurry-vision always induce this sort of weakness upon her? She had wept hundreds of times… for him especially, it seems... shouldn’t she be used to it by now?
Slam!
Shouldn’t the tears, now, after years of drawing them forth, and feeling them stream down her warm, flushed cheeks, give her a sense of familiarity? She should be unnafected by now...
Slam!
...right?
Slam!
I had worked harder, if not by a little bit, when I had come to such a conclusion. I was still behind, of course... but some progress was made, and with that, I was happy. Not proud any longer, no. I didn’t deserve to be proud. What with my fellow teamates, one of which I loved so deeply, were both strong and far ahead of me; all I could do was... walk along with them. Try to keep up.
Slam!
High up above, from atop the little kunoichi, and protected from behind a layer of glass, the eyes of a much older woman – warm with appraise, yet fierce with power and wisdom – watched as the young woman she deemed apprentice continued her pointless onslaught against the innocent tree. The older woman’s (Tsunade, it seems, is her name) lips were parted with a sigh, yet she made no move to cease her apprentice’s hard determination.
Slam!
The second time I confessed my love to him seemed like years later, though perhaps, it was only a few months. I had cried back then, too. I had cried and screamed, pleading like the prideless fool I was. I had even gone to the point of offering all I had. I tried all that I could, knowing, for a fact, that I had nothing precious to offer him.
Slam!
I remember his eyes. So hard with the thought of revenge. I had thrown myself to him, enveloping his broad, stiff shoulders with my own weak arms, wishing with what little might I had, that I could take all his anger away.
Slam!
That was the second time.
Slam!
I muse now... three months since his leave... how would the third time be?
Slam!
Would I be stronger then? Would he turn me away like he did both times before? Would he accept me?
Slam!
All I know is... for him, I’m willing to give a million and more third chances.
Slam!
The final blow was the strongest, and during that moment of set priorities, the tree had broken down all together, falling apart like mere twigs from the great oak it used to be, and scattering around the no longer crying girl like petals worthy of her name...
Sakura.
After all... third time’s the charm, right?
It All Went "Boom" [an explaination]
FINALLY, baby, it works! Through much difficulty and logical thinking, I, N. Hannah, the person formally known as Noor Hannah bt. Mohd Nasir, have managed to outsmart my computer! Beat THAT, Microsoft! Man- 1. Machine- 16294947021840182301284021740621 (approx. value).
HOW, you may ask yourself, did I manage to outwit, outsmart, and all the other words that pretty much mean the same thing, my computer?!
Well, the answer is very simple...
First, I changed my email.
I've come to the conclusion that hotmail is a complete scam. They're totally ripping me off, I just know it! Therefore, after much cursing and scheming on my behalf, I decided to SWITCH from hotmail to the ever-reliable, now considerably old-school, Yahoo. Much safer, I think.
Anyways, thats enough about me. Lets talk about... no, y'know what? Its my blog. I can go on about myself for as long as I want if I wanted to and right now I do (want to, that is).
So, here it is. Get ready for a long one folks 'cause I'm feelin' preeetty perky right now:
It started off a typical Malaysian day -- the weather was hot, the humidity was at its peak, and scenery was very, very boring. My family and I were readily dressed in holiday-wear; hearts set on the first proper vacation we'd have for, what seemed to be, the rest of our year. After shoving our bags into the trunk, my sisters and I were forced to squeeze into the back seats -- me taking my usual seat my the left window, my forehead practically pressed to the glass.
My parents were talking. My sisters were squacking. I was bored. Three quarters of my trip were occupied by sleep. The remaining one quarter accompanied by the presence of Jack -- my not-so-faithful MP4 player.
I remember it like it was yesterday -- or at most a week ago (which I suppose it pretty much was). Blake Lewis was beat-boxing through my ears. My mind was drifting to a scene in which I was a famous movie-star; living the good life amongst handsome celebrities and expensive champagne. I was sitting by the pool. My feet dipped partly in cold water. The smell of chlorine and rich people filled my nostrils. The sun was sizzling hot amidst a perfect Californian-blue sky... A bright yellow beach-umbrella hung over me as a shade. Hot Japanese guys were plentiful... the day was young, and...
Well, enough of that. Onto the story...
BOOM!
'Oh my God!' you must be saying. 'Where did THAT come from all of a sudden? That stupid, impossible daydream just ruined the entire story!'
Well, truth be told... that is what happened. That fast. Just as I had spotted a wonderful guy on the other side of my make-believe world, I suddenly found myself in the position where my fingers had gripped unconsciously to the car seat. The Matrix was swiveling out of control. My dad was cursing; trying to steer it from damage. My second sister was shielding my youngest one in panic. My mum was screaming.
My mind had gone blank. I heard my mum praying, but could not find the words to accompany her. Many things flashed before my mind. Things such as -- 'I should cut my hair!' 'I should go on diet!' 'Would this count as an excuse to skip school this Monday?' and finally, the ever popular, 'I'm going to die!' The final statement snapped me out of my daze. Quickly, I managed to wrap my arms around my youngest sister, bringing both my sisters into a hug; my back facing the front mirror.
The crash happened almost instantly. It was almost unbelievable. No one was hurt, thank God, but my sister was getting pretty emo. The first thing that came to mind was, 'I'm hungry', but I forced myself not to state such things out until the hysterics stopped.
A crowd of people were gathering over. Three (or four, I'm not sure) old Mak Ciks were running around in panic, rushing to no one's aid. My mum pointed us off to the nearby bus stop. My dad was helping out the other victim. Passer-bys were watching unhelpfully. One or two people bothered to call the police. Meanwhile, my stomach rumbled.
'I can't believe that just happened...' Sister #2 was saying, staring emptily into space.
I wanted to roll my eyes, but knew how terrible such an act would look -- how rude and inconsiderate -- but it wasn't my fault it didn't matter much. No one was badly hurt. We had car insurance. My bitter, evil half was practically screaming, 'Whats the big DEAL?!'
After a few minutes of sitting under the shade of the worn-down bus stop, a nice man helped drive us (my sisters, mum, and I) to the nearby workshop, where the Matrix was being repaired. We sat there in the office feeling awkward as the clerks bustled to and fro, doing their jobs. Hajer was still in a state of total emo-ness, so I couldn't make any wise-cracks.
Hours passed. My aunt and uncle arrived all the way from the hotel just to pick us up. I take a moment now to thank them for their kindness.
By the time we had gotten into our Aunt's car, our stomachs full of food (I had one of the worst laksas ever), everyone seemed fine. The previous crash just a bump on our road of life (how cliche). When I told Hajer about how emo she was being, she just laughed and we joked about it. Roslyn seemed casual about it, too, when we told her.
All was well.
HOW, you may ask yourself, did I manage to outwit, outsmart, and all the other words that pretty much mean the same thing, my computer?!
Well, the answer is very simple...
First, I changed my email.
I've come to the conclusion that hotmail is a complete scam. They're totally ripping me off, I just know it! Therefore, after much cursing and scheming on my behalf, I decided to SWITCH from hotmail to the ever-reliable, now considerably old-school, Yahoo. Much safer, I think.
Anyways, thats enough about me. Lets talk about... no, y'know what? Its my blog. I can go on about myself for as long as I want if I wanted to and right now I do (want to, that is).
So, here it is. Get ready for a long one folks 'cause I'm feelin' preeetty perky right now:
It started off a typical Malaysian day -- the weather was hot, the humidity was at its peak, and scenery was very, very boring. My family and I were readily dressed in holiday-wear; hearts set on the first proper vacation we'd have for, what seemed to be, the rest of our year. After shoving our bags into the trunk, my sisters and I were forced to squeeze into the back seats -- me taking my usual seat my the left window, my forehead practically pressed to the glass.
My parents were talking. My sisters were squacking. I was bored. Three quarters of my trip were occupied by sleep. The remaining one quarter accompanied by the presence of Jack -- my not-so-faithful MP4 player.
I remember it like it was yesterday -- or at most a week ago (which I suppose it pretty much was). Blake Lewis was beat-boxing through my ears. My mind was drifting to a scene in which I was a famous movie-star; living the good life amongst handsome celebrities and expensive champagne. I was sitting by the pool. My feet dipped partly in cold water. The smell of chlorine and rich people filled my nostrils. The sun was sizzling hot amidst a perfect Californian-blue sky... A bright yellow beach-umbrella hung over me as a shade. Hot Japanese guys were plentiful... the day was young, and...
Well, enough of that. Onto the story...
BOOM!
'Oh my God!' you must be saying. 'Where did THAT come from all of a sudden? That stupid, impossible daydream just ruined the entire story!'
Well, truth be told... that is what happened. That fast. Just as I had spotted a wonderful guy on the other side of my make-believe world, I suddenly found myself in the position where my fingers had gripped unconsciously to the car seat. The Matrix was swiveling out of control. My dad was cursing; trying to steer it from damage. My second sister was shielding my youngest one in panic. My mum was screaming.
My mind had gone blank. I heard my mum praying, but could not find the words to accompany her. Many things flashed before my mind. Things such as -- 'I should cut my hair!' 'I should go on diet!' 'Would this count as an excuse to skip school this Monday?' and finally, the ever popular, 'I'm going to die!' The final statement snapped me out of my daze. Quickly, I managed to wrap my arms around my youngest sister, bringing both my sisters into a hug; my back facing the front mirror.
The crash happened almost instantly. It was almost unbelievable. No one was hurt, thank God, but my sister was getting pretty emo. The first thing that came to mind was, 'I'm hungry', but I forced myself not to state such things out until the hysterics stopped.
A crowd of people were gathering over. Three (or four, I'm not sure) old Mak Ciks were running around in panic, rushing to no one's aid. My mum pointed us off to the nearby bus stop. My dad was helping out the other victim. Passer-bys were watching unhelpfully. One or two people bothered to call the police. Meanwhile, my stomach rumbled.
'I can't believe that just happened...' Sister #2 was saying, staring emptily into space.
I wanted to roll my eyes, but knew how terrible such an act would look -- how rude and inconsiderate -- but it wasn't my fault it didn't matter much. No one was badly hurt. We had car insurance. My bitter, evil half was practically screaming, 'Whats the big DEAL?!'
After a few minutes of sitting under the shade of the worn-down bus stop, a nice man helped drive us (my sisters, mum, and I) to the nearby workshop, where the Matrix was being repaired. We sat there in the office feeling awkward as the clerks bustled to and fro, doing their jobs. Hajer was still in a state of total emo-ness, so I couldn't make any wise-cracks.
Hours passed. My aunt and uncle arrived all the way from the hotel just to pick us up. I take a moment now to thank them for their kindness.
By the time we had gotten into our Aunt's car, our stomachs full of food (I had one of the worst laksas ever), everyone seemed fine. The previous crash just a bump on our road of life (how cliche). When I told Hajer about how emo she was being, she just laughed and we joked about it. Roslyn seemed casual about it, too, when we told her.
All was well.
SasuSaku- What I've Done
I took the liberty of posting this on my blog -- for all you bums out there who have too much of a life to bother linking to YouTube. Anyways, this is my original work. Its also my FIRST AMV, so please be nice. Comments are greatly appreciated!
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