<?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-24186994</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:47:59.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ri-ji</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-6707957684477174815</id><published>2011-03-18T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T08:17:32.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Just like a star" - Corrine Bailey Rae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Can you feel it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel that soft rhythmic beat of the song take you to somewhere you didn't think you could feel."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just like a star across my sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like an angel off the page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have appeared to my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, I'll never meet someone like this now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'll take my own punches for a while and maybe that's okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe a while from now, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I meet him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can tell him, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before you came,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wasn' t ready.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I had to be put through,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the trials and tribulations,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the insecurities,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the disappointments,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the hurt,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that when I met him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd know it was him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have come to understand the way it is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not a secret anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause we've been through that before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;From tonight I know that you're the only one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-645985521859969293</id><published>2009-06-13T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:39:38.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Killers- Mr Brightside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of my cage&lt;br /&gt;And I've been doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta gotta be down&lt;br /&gt;Because I want it all&lt;br /&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;How did it end up like this?&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;It was only a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;And she's calling a cab&lt;br /&gt;While he's having a smoke&lt;br /&gt;And she's taking the drag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they're going to bed&lt;br /&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;br /&gt;And it's all in my head&lt;br /&gt;But she's touching his chest now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes off her dress now&lt;br /&gt;Let me go&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't look&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;And taking control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy&lt;br /&gt;Turning saints into the sea&lt;br /&gt;Turning through sick lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Joking on your alibi&lt;br /&gt;But it's just the price I pay&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;br /&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr. Brightside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-645985521859969293?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/645985521859969293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=645985521859969293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/645985521859969293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/645985521859969293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2009/06/killers-mr-brightside-coming-out-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-6076884282017477024</id><published>2009-06-12T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:08:13.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Killers- All these things I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's nowhere else to run&lt;br /&gt;Is there room for one more son&lt;br /&gt;One more son&lt;br /&gt;If you can hold on&lt;br /&gt;If you can hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stand up, I wanna let go&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know - no you don't, you don't&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shine on in the hearts of men&lt;br /&gt;I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another head aches, another heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I am so much older than I can take&lt;br /&gt;And my affection, well it comes and goes&lt;br /&gt;I need direction to perfection, no no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner&lt;br /&gt;You know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when there's nowhere else to run&lt;br /&gt;Is there room for one more son&lt;br /&gt;These changes ain't changing me&lt;br /&gt;The cold-hearted boy I used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner&lt;br /&gt;You know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got soul, but I'm not a soldier (x 10)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner&lt;br /&gt;You know you got to help me out&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out, last call for sin&lt;br /&gt;While everyone's lost, the battle is won&lt;br /&gt;With all these things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;All these things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;If you can hold on&lt;br /&gt;If you can hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can hold on, hold on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-6076884282017477024?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/6076884282017477024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=6076884282017477024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/6076884282017477024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/6076884282017477024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2009/06/killers-all-these-things-ive-done-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-2911768130117249187</id><published>2009-01-02T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:19:33.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jamie Scott &amp;amp; The Town- When will I see your face again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I Am, Everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Since You Said, You'd Come Again,&lt;br /&gt;But It's Not Fair, Cos You're Not Here,&lt;br /&gt;I Wait In Vain, But Nothing Has Chaaanged,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Flower, Soaking In The Rain,&lt;br /&gt;If I Could Wish One Thing, I'd Hear You Call My Name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So When Will I See Your Face Again,&lt;br /&gt;When Will You Touch My Life Again (ohh yeah),&lt;br /&gt;When Will I Breathe You In Again (ha),&lt;br /&gt;I Think I Love Youuu...Will I See Your Face Again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Thing, Like The Rain Coming,&lt;br /&gt;She Looked At Me A Certain Kind Of Way,&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me Girl, Where Are You Nowww,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I Don't Know How Much Longer I can Waaait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Dreamer, Waiting For The Sun,&lt;br /&gt;When You're Coming In, I know My Life's Begun,&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me Girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Will I See Your Face Again (ohh yeaaah),&lt;br /&gt;When Will You Touch My Life Again (ummm um),&lt;br /&gt;When Will I Breathe You In Again,&lt;br /&gt;I Think I Love Youuu, Will I See Your Face Again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know That All My Life I've Been Waaaiting,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting For Sooome, Someone Like You To Love Me,&lt;br /&gt;You Can't Come By Like An Angel, Into My Life,&lt;br /&gt;And then Fly Awaaaay, Flyyyyyy Away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Honey, Cos I, Uh Baby, Ba Ba Doo Yeah, Ohh ohhhh,&lt;br /&gt;Sing, I've Only Seen Youuu, Oh, I Said, Uh huh, I Said I Said, Yeah (woo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Will I See Your Face Again (I Wanna See You Once In My Life),&lt;br /&gt;When Will You Touch My Life Again, (Wanna See You Twice In My Life),&lt;br /&gt;When Will I Breathe You In Again (ohhh),&lt;br /&gt;I Think I Love Youuu, Will I See Your Face Again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, see Bap pa da doo ba ba (ohhh),&lt;br /&gt;Bap Ba Doo Yeah, That's What We Do Yeaahhh (ohh),&lt;br /&gt;When Will iii See Your Face Again My Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah, I Think You Gotta Let Me Know Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Yeahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss addy alot &gt;_______&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy's going to study at Adelaide soon &gt;________&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's be gone a looooooooonnnnnng time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means no more K partner to sing Wu Yue Tian and Sodagreen with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means no more crazy expensive jap food to share with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAaaaa~~~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whimpers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-2911768130117249187?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/2911768130117249187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=2911768130117249187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2911768130117249187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2911768130117249187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2009/01/jamie-scott-town-when-will-i-see-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-3188403093399907130</id><published>2008-12-06T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:30:48.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 things popped into my mind as I felt myself awaken from sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the tv that I had left on while i fell asleep..deciding that it doesnt matter that I left it on..cause I wouldn't have been able to sleep alone without the noise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The running images from the tv did not register as I thought about the first thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly need to do the laundry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clothes were piling up...and my mum was returning on tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would kill me if she saw the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..instead of rushing to do it..the second thing popped into my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach was grumbling..but there was nothing much to eat left in the fridge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I call macs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's too expensive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go downstairs and buy something to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't want food from downstairs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't want macs...or anyfast food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what I wanted to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just sat on the couch , watched tv and thought about it..from 8 to 10.30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-3188403093399907130?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/3188403093399907130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=3188403093399907130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/3188403093399907130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/3188403093399907130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-things-popped-into-my-mind-as-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-4573652524099431937</id><published>2008-11-20T04:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:45:54.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the very very slow updates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been otherwise occupied by other  stuff lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a case of food poisoning last night, so stayed at home to recuperate ( is that how its spelled?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh...I have food poisoning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its either out through the back or by the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the back would be my choice if I could choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a great fan of vomiting regardless of the fact that I get vomitting symptoms at least once a year since my 18th birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was really funny because on the day I came of age to drink, miraculously, everyone came of age as well..lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stupidly drank even though I already had a headache that day, which resulted in the vomitting and stomach cramps from the vomitting..etc..etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was my 19th birthday, where at that age everyone went clubbing, those that didn't wished they did, and those that did, would go everyday if they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little late in the clubbing dept and had my first clubbing experience at 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was there, I found out that...I can't dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're young, you think that you can do anything easily, almost as if it comes to you naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing did not come to me naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dancing like a wooden block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're young and you realize you can't do something, you go into a state of denial and you go on believing you can do it , you just need a little practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My state of denial lasted for a year or two..between which I never went clubbing or did anything that required me to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came one day where it was this period in my life that I loved going to K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became a pretty regular thing even though I didn't have the money for it and chalked up  about a $100  debt due to yummy japanese food and k sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money of course came from the generousitiy of my only K partner then, Addy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if i recall correctly, there was this one time that I went K with piggy, yali and sharky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know when the music sounds good, you start to groove to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started grooving , my friends started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started LAUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, according to them, I was too cute and round to pull off that sort of dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I came out of my state of denial and would reject dancing at any opportunity except when I'm alone at home and I've got great music on. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the occasional tummy upset and the need for food to come out through the front, I was in a good mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's changing for christmas, its getting cold and each breath of air just makes me feel very fresh, early morning or late at night, I'm very happy feeling the cold breeze on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't prepared christmas prezzies for everyone yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to get leh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I definitely want to meet up with everyone before christmas ^^~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better start organizing then~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-4573652524099431937?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/4573652524099431937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=4573652524099431937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/4573652524099431937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/4573652524099431937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-sorry-for-very-very-slow-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-5927412276933135374</id><published>2008-08-20T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:40:35.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Cure-Friday I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if monday's blue&lt;br /&gt;tuesday's grey and wednesday too&lt;br /&gt;thursday I don't care about you&lt;br /&gt;it's friday I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday you can fall apart&lt;br /&gt;tuesday wednesday break my heart&lt;br /&gt;thursday doesn't even start&lt;br /&gt;it's friday I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday wait&lt;br /&gt;and sunday always comes too late&lt;br /&gt;but friday never hesitate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if monday's black&lt;br /&gt;tuesday wednesday heart attack&lt;br /&gt;thursday never looking back&lt;br /&gt;it's friday I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday you can hold your head&lt;br /&gt;tuesday wednesday stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;or thursday watch the walls instead&lt;br /&gt;it's friday I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday wait&lt;br /&gt;and sunday always comes too late&lt;br /&gt;but friday never hesitate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dressed up to the eyes&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonderful surprise&lt;br /&gt;to see your shoes and your spirits rise&lt;br /&gt;throwing out your frown&lt;br /&gt;and just smiling at the sound&lt;br /&gt;and as sleek as a shriek&lt;br /&gt;spinning round and round&lt;br /&gt;always take a big bite&lt;br /&gt;it's such a gorgeous sight&lt;br /&gt;to see you eat in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;you can never get enough&lt;br /&gt;enough of this stuff&lt;br /&gt;it's friday&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nicesh song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-5927412276933135374?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/5927412276933135374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=5927412276933135374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/5927412276933135374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/5927412276933135374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2008/08/cure-friday-im-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-4751776013951962213</id><published>2008-07-05T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:30:09.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Date: 7 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: 1:07AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood : Irritatingly not sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to : Chen Qi Zhen ( Hai shi hui ji mo- eventually lonely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a very odd day for me. I spent the whole day doing my work albeit irritatingly happy, but come evening, I wanted to go out.&lt;em&gt; I had money, I WANTED TO GO OUT!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I HAD MONEY!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite my need for rash abandonment of money, I couldn't really find anyone to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been some conspiracy..not wanting me to throw my money away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I went alone to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walked, at first with the purpose of watching "Get Smart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to have the conspiracy take even that from me. It was a tuesday and there was a ridiculously long queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ridiculously long for a tuesday. Don't these people have OT to do??!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having conspiracy intervene, I continued my walk around, albeit aimlessly but determined to at least have a &lt;em&gt;good expensive meal&lt;/em&gt; somewhere. And everyone knows that the good stuff means expensive, not definitely worth the money, good stuff for where I can , with reckless abandonment, spend some cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to this expensive japanese restaurant, where when realizing that I'd be awkwardly dining alone, the reckless abandonment of money idea,sidled away with each degree the temperature of my face rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the conspiracy made sure I carried very little cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh. I can't complain its not nice being looked after and all. But..but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent about 20 bucks for my meal. ON MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How odd it felt, spending so much for a meal on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odd feeling had made me finish my meal quickly, because :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was embarassed as hell eating alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I bet the staff at the restaurant were taking bets as to why I was eating alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some bets I thought they would have thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She got dumped by her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She got dumped by her girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She got dumped. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She is a depressed , anti social who doesn't have friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She told the person she liked that she liked him in a very non-platonic way but she also told him that she only wanted to be friends at this current stage of their relationship which she seriously thought she would already die telling him, but she survived to have him reply he already has a girlfriend. Only to find out from her friend later on that he lied to her, that he had very high standards. What was worse was that her friend (in which she didn't really know at that point) got chummy with that guy after that accident. (that is, in her very bias opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were the staff there, I wouldn't have gotten anything from any of the above bets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because even though point 5 hit very close to home, I was actually eating alone because I wanted to defy the conspiracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness, at certain angles can get quite comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after the meal, even after beating the conspiracy and forking out 20 bucks for meal, alone, &lt;em&gt;alone.&lt;/em&gt; There was no sense of victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insane pursuit of a goal doesn't always give one satisfaction, especially if the goal is stupendously ridiculous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally leaving the restaurant, I walked around aimlessly again. I was beginning to get depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed because I was walking alone in a shopping mall, depressed because almost all of the bets that I imagined the staff would have placed were true. Especially point number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt depressed and rejected. Until a dangerous idea to find a book shop popped, &lt;em&gt;popped&lt;/em&gt; into my head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the conspiracy must have felt sorry for me, because I found the bookshop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No doubt library books are much cheaper because they are more or less free. But I needed immediate cure, it would be temporary, but it would make me feel much better for the time being.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walked around the bookshop 3 times, looking for a book that screamed a plot that I wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which I have to admit very shallowly that it was something in the tune of Very HandsomeGuy meet very in true local term &lt;em&gt;cannot make it&lt;/em&gt; Girl, Very handsome Guy miraculously falls in love with CMI girl. CMI Girl blissfully unaware. ( I like that part) Very handsome Guy tears his hair out (I like this part too). CMI Girl eventually finds out and starts to like Very Handsome Guy as well. The whole thing will have a happy ending of Very Handsome Guy and CMI Girl going on a date.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted that sort of novel. But as I came to my second and half round of shop, I realized that not into the first 10 pages of the book, I'd be so bored I'd really just return it on the day I rented it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in the end , I started looking for something else. Something that had more than the element of romance in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I found it. I walked out with "My best friend's girl" by Dorothy Koomson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember Dorothy Koomson from "The chocolate run" ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was my all time fav book from my poly's library.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For one it gave me temporary hope that someone will look my way and for another , it was the book my bestest best friend picked out for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now more than 2 years later, the hope's gone, but its still my fav comfort book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to admit, I had my reservations about "my best friend's girl" at first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was not something I'd normally read aka somewhere along the lines of "Chocolate Run".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT on that day, I wanted something more permanent than a temporary fix for a loneliness/rejection/depression/cannot get over why he doesn't like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I picked it up, went to the cashier, paid and walked out immediately, squishing any thoughts of going back there to rent some book with the above plot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started reading the first page and was glued to it until the very end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean of course it took me several days to read it, skimming over parts where it got boring, heart racing over the part where..where parts were supposed to make your heart race.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL. I can't tell you the summary here. You have to read it yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd have to say though, that that book did turn my thoughts even a little. So much so that i've learnt to at least accept that there is more to love than romantic coupling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaez, I need to sleep now, need to make myself gorgeous for my nephew's christianing tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ch. As if I would ever look gorgeous for that peanut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehehe~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nightz ppl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signed off : 2:20 AM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently listening to : Still Chen Qi Zhen's (Hai Shi Hui Ji Mo-Eventually lonely).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-4751776013951962213?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/4751776013951962213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=4751776013951962213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/4751776013951962213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/4751776013951962213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2008/07/date-7-july-2008-time-107am-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-4483398911796955392</id><published>2008-06-29T07:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T08:17:41.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided that whilst my blogskin is still new, I might as well post a bit, that is until it starts looking boring and I just get too lazy to find a new skin, then maybe i'll stop for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cough*Asshole*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am very happy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is because I took my very long bath~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't actually take note of how long i took, but I know I purposely took my time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Got to use my new clothes washing board!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Jang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, I was playing Chen Qi Zhen's album. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took my time to do everything, from scrubbing my toes to using my NEW T3 oil scrub to wash ..kekekeke~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling very very clean now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't stopped listening to Chen Qi Zhen yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her songs are actually pretty relaxing as her voice is quite soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her music has a relaxed feel to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm going in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's recommendation is: cheer精选集&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Jang Jang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, its a pretty fantastic album, something I would listen to when I'm doing stuff like, walking around , doing the chores or just dreaming along with her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have to say that it was an acquired taste for her songs at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fellow colleague of mine who is a Sodagreen fan recommended me this album :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, it didn't suit my taste because I couldn't connect with the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more I listened to it, the more I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite glad I didn't shut it out immediately as I tend to do so often with things I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I humbly admit that I do make judgements on first impressions. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm telling all you out there, don't shut this album out so readily if you find it unsuited for your tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will literally grow on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other happy things~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Turtle,Bear,Kappa,Chefie,Addy,Piggy,Aunty and little boy today~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at swensons where we took almost 20mins to actually decide what we wanted to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Because, if I chose something and someone else choses something else, I always find myself liking that something else better. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kappa had decided hers looong before we actually called the waitress (the supervisor served us) and she got hers the last. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)AS usual, fried mushrooms was ordered and I had to go through several rounds of moaning whenever anyone bite into those juicy relatives of mine. I moaned soo much I actually had gas. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) As per usual, a story of one of our outings were told at the table again. This time poor Yali was the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was all in good fun and though the story has been retold several times over, its still very very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went walking around, and for the longest time, we played at the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: When in arcade, make sure to have as little cash as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enthusiam to play games again and again, is VERY CONTAGIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*remembers time when a pretty big amount was spent getting Tofu from that gacha machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will elaborate on that another day, as for now, its time for me to count sheep :(~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I won't have too many dreams today and would be able to wake up refreshed for work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Jang~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-4483398911796955392?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/4483398911796955392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=4483398911796955392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/4483398911796955392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/4483398911796955392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-decided-that-whilst-my-blogskin-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-7108514287595083694</id><published>2008-06-28T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:01:35.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was either this one or another sheep skin by dancingsheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the time i actually bothered to look at her profile for more blogskins, I had already entered my tagboard and links in this skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter, I like this template better bah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, that just sound squite wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine..I like this template better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is if it weren't about hormone crazed sheep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I could learn to like hormone crazed sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been reading this :http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3200213/1/Whispers_from_the_Rye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Kyou Kara Maou romance fic for pairing Yuuri X Wolfram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a pity its not finished though. Squiggles in chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me so addicted that I couldn't really think of anything else other than this fic for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart cries out for Wolfram in this fic. The author (Three cheers for SomniumQuiesco!) has managed to develop his character in this fic as a bonafide love sick young man and yet still hold back that element of intelligence in his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for all those that do not understand what the above is about , here's the gist of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story sets where Yuuri has left for Earth for about a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Shin Makoku doesn't know when he is coming back. And Wolfram, being Yuuri's fiance and all, is heartbroken and spends the year moping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is until Yuuri finally manages to come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his excitement and Yuuri's shock, he almost kisses Yuuri and Yuuri almost let him. This inevitably shines a huge square of hope in Wolfram and in his haste he misinterprets Yuuri's actions furthur and shamefaces himself in front of his family by doing a very rash thing. Read up if you wanna know what the rash thing was. kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, the climax of his misinterpretion was their bedroom scene;where he almost makes out with Yuuri only to stop when he catches that "excruciating" look on Yuuri's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you got to feel for the man neh~ Poor thing.Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story does get better, because if it didn't I wouldn't be talking about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story develops and the plots thicken, Yuuri, as confused as he is about his relationship with Wolfram,starts to have feelings for Wolfram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, like I said, he's one confused kid, being brought up in a society where a guy loving another guy is totally out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So essentially Yuuri doesn't know if he loves Wolfram or not. But here's the juicy part, they started making out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA!!(Salutes SomniumQuiesco!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good that Wolfram gets some action. On the other hand, its sad that Yuuri is unconsciously experimenting with Wolfram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As abruptly as it would look, I have to end the summary here or else I would actually give out the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: This story contains parts that are not suitable for ages 21 and below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about you, Addy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally signed up for my piano classes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so impressed by the customer service that the music school that I went to previously, that I actually went back there to look for the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very unfortunately, she was working in another outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was served by this intimidating "counter-lady".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already forgotten the intimidating details though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i remembered getting a laugh out of it because it seemed so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there went one chunk of my pay...fly pay fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still extremely bubbly about it though. Can't wait for Schubert to arrive so I can practice on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Schubert will be the name of my pet piano,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its eccentric to have a piano for a pet and cheesy to name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the piano will still be Schubert because I say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..But then again, I like Schubert more for his violin quartets than his piano pieces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, i've already changed my mine from Dvorak, to Schumann , to Chopin, to Bach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely stick with Schubert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe..Schubert~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Schubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love his string quartet : "Death and the Maiden"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also love his piano quintet: "The Trout"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Death and the Maiden" is a very inspiring piece as is its name. I shall write a fic about it one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime within this century bah.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special thing about this piece is that you can actually &lt;strong&gt;hear &lt;/strong&gt;a storyline. I mean, that is what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a whole story from start to finish and you can just picture it as the violins  play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a very nice piece indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for "The Trout"  is a song that will give the listener a very light hearted feeling. Where "Death and the Maiden" is a whole story, I would describe "The Trout" as a light hearted scene in a story,perhaps a dance scene which starts slow and starts to pick up pace as the song progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers to Schubert for being able to inspire us with his songs even in  the 21st century!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-7108514287595083694?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/7108514287595083694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=7108514287595083694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/7108514287595083694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/7108514287595083694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-skin-hahahaha-it-was-either-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-2541306042838752289</id><published>2008-05-18T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:01:19.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Top ten favourite things done over the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Take a walk whilst listening to 陳綺貞's songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Actually managed to not throw a tantrum this month and hugged my mum more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cooked my lunch because I no money left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Actually learnt to have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched Nodame Cantabile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Maintaining regular sleep hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Carried my nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Talked to turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Took an hour train trip from Dhouby Ghout interchange to Jurong East interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Realized that harry potter is now selling for $20.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-2541306042838752289?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/2541306042838752289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=2541306042838752289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2541306042838752289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2541306042838752289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2008/05/top-ten-favourite-things-done-over-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-5105675985871232336</id><published>2008-05-16T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:30:24.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>太空&lt;br /&gt;词曲：青峰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;航行太空 心太空 是你的怂恿 &lt;br /&gt;我又一次 又一次 在深夜发疯 &lt;br /&gt;有人挥手 有行踪 是你在舞动 &lt;br /&gt;我又一次 又一次 溺在洪水中 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的窗口 潮汐随风翻涌 &lt;br /&gt;你的举动 都是水中黑洞 &lt;br /&gt;现实的梦 你总不痒不痛 &lt;br /&gt;不见我困窘 我失重漂流 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song neh..~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-5105675985871232336?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/5105675985871232336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=5105675985871232336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/5105675985871232336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/5105675985871232336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2008/05/nice-song-neh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-6151877187317718062</id><published>2008-04-20T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T04:15:25.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection, and not a fountain; to show them we love them not when we feel like it, but when they do. - Nan Fairbrother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-6151877187317718062?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/6151877187317718062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=6151877187317718062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/6151877187317718062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/6151877187317718062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2008/04/hardest-of-all-is-learning-to-be-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-6087198698759636280</id><published>2008-04-12T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T03:22:44.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was this one day while I was walking to the MRT on my way to work, I started wondering why I had these daydreams of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it is not uncommon for me to have day dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all a daydream is more or less something of a wish that, in a sense,was difficult to achieve, without working your ass off for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than once , I've dreamed that in the near future, I would have already owned a lovely house, where when I open the main door after arriving home from work in the evening, there would be soft glow of the sun in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, accompanied with the light hitting off my wood flooring and the sole CD cabinet that, oddly enough was right in the middle of the hall, would be absolutely perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I dreamed, I would spend my evenings, basking in the gentle warmth of the evening sun,selecting CDs  to listen to and just dozing off to sleep every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, there would be no couch. I'll just doze off on the floor. With a Toufu as my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stay there until the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's one dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've lost a lot of evening sun blogging this, so i'll stop now and go enjoy myself with the scenery a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-6087198698759636280?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/6087198698759636280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=6087198698759636280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/6087198698759636280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/6087198698759636280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-was-this-one-day-while-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-2909746711608878859</id><published>2008-02-29T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:03:19.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rachael Yamagata - Be Be Your Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could take you away&lt;br /&gt;Pretend I was queen&lt;br /&gt;What would you say&lt;br /&gt;Would you think I'm unreal&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody's got their way I should feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;br /&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;br /&gt;Want to be your love, for real&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;br /&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;br /&gt;Want to be your love for real&lt;br /&gt;Want to be your everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's falling, and I am included in that&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I try to be just okay&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but all I ever really wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was a little piece of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;br /&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;br /&gt;Want to be your love, for real&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;br /&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;br /&gt;Want to be your love for real&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rare-lyrics.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;If you just stay the night&lt;br /&gt;Please, sir, don't you walk away, don't you walk away, don't you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Please, sir, don't you walk away, don't you walk away, don't you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;br /&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;br /&gt;Want to be your love, for real&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;br /&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;br /&gt;Want to be your love for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;br /&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;br /&gt;Want to be your love, for real&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love&lt;br /&gt;But I want, want, want to be your love&lt;br /&gt;Want to be your love for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with this song the moment I heard Qing Feng sang it. kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, not the most ideal post after a long hiatus..hey at least I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I heard that beautiful voice sing this song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I LOVE THAT VOICE!&lt;br /&gt;2. Why didn't this song come out 3 years ago when I was still crazy in love with the animal.&lt;br /&gt;3. I actually prefer the sodagreen version of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekeke..no doubt Rachael Yamagata was the brain child for the lyrics which are so meaningful, but Qing Feng brought out the "OMPH" in the song . kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english is getting severely limited nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since my job requires me to talk to chinese sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is good, cause I love chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...let me rephrase that..I love chinese now..Not when I was in school with awful chinese teachers that were too sacarstic to actually bother the make me love chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds confusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get much news on squirrel anymore...I'm not heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just..somehow the realization, that I fell in love too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I can't help looking around whenever I go out, for just a single sight of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekeke..stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with yali the other day for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat steamboat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_____&lt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we gave yali a cake..a very mini one..with a very cute cow on it. kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtle and boyfriend went as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, Turtle and Xiong went as well la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekeke..I think turtle took photos of the cake ..no..not yali..the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know turtle well enough..I'd bet she took the cake...not yali..or rather..she meant to take the cake..but just took yali in the photo as well ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peng-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 3 in the morning..I have to get up at 9..gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-2909746711608878859?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/2909746711608878859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=2909746711608878859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2909746711608878859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2909746711608878859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2008/02/rachael-yamagata-be-be-your-love-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-8448051463559723937</id><published>2008-01-18T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:20:52.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the 19th of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to all for the late new year post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Happy New Year all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't kept in contact with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do hope that you are all having a swell new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..even if you weren't I hope your new year will get better as it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Happy Belated Birthday Addy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nagged me into posting but I still love you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to celebrate your birthday soon enough, hope february will give us more opportunity to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..Happy new year folks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-8448051463559723937?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/8448051463559723937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=8448051463559723937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/8448051463559723937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/8448051463559723937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-19th-of-january.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-4462780317888581717</id><published>2007-11-26T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T06:12:33.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>苏打绿-这天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;够深刻了吗来躺下吧&lt;br /&gt;让我轻抚你安慰伤害我后的疲累&lt;br /&gt;够尖锐了吗看我的疤&lt;br /&gt;用温柔包覆勇敢给喘息的你笑脸&lt;br /&gt;生命从来不觉得自己对谁该负责任&lt;br /&gt;太多虚伪情节的表面模糊陌生的眼&lt;br /&gt;请让我在你身边一起穿越这条街&lt;br /&gt;请让我在你身边一起纪念&lt;br /&gt;够痛快了吗我知道啊&lt;br /&gt;躲在你利刃之内骄傲的自卑作祟&lt;br /&gt;够鲜艳了吗血染的花&lt;br /&gt;被你刺满的双手此刻擦乾你眼泪&lt;br /&gt;生命从来不觉得自己对谁该负责任&lt;br /&gt;我们看了编造的谎言就如此轻易&lt;br /&gt;将彼此划成碎片&lt;br /&gt;太多虚伪情节的表面模糊陌生的眼&lt;br /&gt;请让我在你身边一起穿越这条街&lt;br /&gt;请让我在你身边一起纪念这一天&lt;br /&gt;总有一天我们都死去&lt;br /&gt;丢掉名字的回忆再没有意义&lt;br /&gt;总有一天我们都忘记&lt;br /&gt;曾为了一个越演越烂的故事伤心&lt;br /&gt;总有一天我们都叹息&lt;br /&gt;笑着缅怀有过的愚蠢的美丽&lt;br /&gt;就让现在过去&lt;br /&gt;让我握你的手让你握我的手&lt;br /&gt;彻底了解颤抖你会知道我&lt;br /&gt;让我握你的手让你握我的手&lt;br /&gt;彻底了解颤抖你会知道我&lt;br /&gt;让我握你的手你会知道我&lt;br /&gt;让我在你身边一起穿越这条街&lt;br /&gt;请让我在你身边一起纪念这一天&lt;br /&gt;透过我的眼泪看你的脸&lt;br /&gt;自由是我们需要的特权&lt;br /&gt;你笑了我笑了笑了这一天&lt;br /&gt;~~end~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-4462780317888581717?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/4462780317888581717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=4462780317888581717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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everything else feels shallow compared to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I fear I might not be able to let go if I hold on to it for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm becoming someone from my past once more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing nothing else, I begin to welcome it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-2751848578314020597?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/2751848578314020597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=2751848578314020597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2751848578314020597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2751848578314020597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-feeling-i-grasp-tightly-onto-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-3682068283031585793</id><published>2007-11-18T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:08:16.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aimless writing part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was bored that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;em&gt;figured &lt;/em&gt;she was really very bored that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was why she decided to go through her friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was surfing through random pages until she got to a particular person's profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone she knew vaguely, a former lecture mate of hers, not someone she knew well, but someone she would always look out for , just to stare at and to wonder how such a beautiful creature could ever be created, and of course wonder how nice it would be if he could just get with her gay best friend, that would really make them a happy couple,that is if ever the lecture got boring, and somehow it always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She recalled that particular time, when she had tried to view that person's profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then she learnt that pretty people have their own vices as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity, is a harsh word. But it was probably not as extreme as being vain enough to put fifty odd photos of solely oneself in their friendster profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pretty as he was, she could not go past the 25 mark and had to purge all that poison out by rushing to her crush's profile, the crush she had harbored for three years , the crush who had rejected her, humilated her pride and almost made her hate him, and stare at his photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within seconds, she felt better and returned to surfing, bearing in mind never to go through that person's profile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow on another night, years later, she figured once again, she was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she decided to go surf random people's friendster accounts..again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she chanced upon that person's account...again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noting that it had been years since she's saw him, she was a tad bit curious how he would look like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of photos in his profile had been upped to 80 over since she last visited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She unconsciously gulped and clicked the "view photos button".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And almost died when she reached photo no 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, she went over to her now ex-crush's profile to view his photos. No doubt her ex-crush's photos was not suppose to have an effect on her, but she was complicated that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, she felt better within seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will she view that person's profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be sleeping now, its already 12..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably not wake up on time again ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I haven't decided what I wanted to wear tomorrow yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes weekday mornings difficult because its such a chore to be so busy in the early morning..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go off already ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I keep writing "Aimless writing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have some steam to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-3682068283031585793?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/3682068283031585793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=3682068283031585793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/3682068283031585793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/3682068283031585793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/11/aimless-writing-part-2-she-was-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-2673615107397279935</id><published>2007-11-17T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T02:09:50.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aimless writing part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was already dark by the time he left the train station and he immediately found himself missing the sight of the evening sun, that strange warm glow, beckoning him, welcoming him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black sky made him sigh as he walked that short walk home from the train station, listening to music that used to inspire him when he was younger , now only used as a form of noise to block out the silence of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight of his bag got heavier as he approached the lift, it was a strange thought, even to himself, that his bag could be heavy. No longer was it weighed down by school books, overstuffed pencil cases, the class treasury's money pouch filled with coins, random pieces of paper filled with doodles that occupied his friends and his, hours and hours of classes, just scribbling random nonsense. No longer..and yet it was still heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the lift arrived at his floor, his feet had begun to shuffle on the floor, they were too heavy to lift.His heart, weary, even though it didn't recognise what was weighing it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a turn of the lock, at long last he arrived home. Seeing the dark hall rubbed against his temper in the wrong way. Methodically, he immediately put his things away with as little effort as possible, shoes to the corner of the door, mp3 player turned off with his ear phone wires twisting around it, dumped into his bag even though he knew he'd regret doing it because the next morning he'd have a hard time looking for that damn thing in that damn bag. He dropped his bag on any available chair space and walked into his room, his temper oddly getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snatching his towel, he headed to the bathroom. He let the water rain on him for a while, his mind, his thoughts , that awful silence... before he eventually worked up the energy to get the soap and wash himself properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If stepping into the shower was already a chore, stepping out was just as difficult.Quickly he finished dressing himself and turned on the computer/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blankly he stared at his home page, yahoo, his mind asking himself what was it he had wanted to do online? Nothing, he replied. There was nothing to do online anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to his bed, staring at it, hoping that it would welcome him to sleep once he stared at it hard enough, but it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He guessed it was time to sleep on the table again..for some odd reason he knew his eyes would open wide the minute his head touched the pillow and then he wouldn't be able to sleep, not a wink until wee hours of the morning, because he'd stubbornly stay there, insisting himself to sleep, when he really couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, with his head cushioned by his arms on the table, he drifted off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;苏打绿 迟到千年&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;卮言春天  破碎秋千&lt;br /&gt;踟蹰不如停止抱歉&lt;br /&gt;再过秋天  烂了蜿蜒&lt;br /&gt;红灯你搁浅 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是你迟到一千年&lt;br /&gt;黄昏后就不会有夜 &lt;br /&gt;发间在印象中被蔓延&lt;br /&gt;你说你放弃了八月 &lt;br /&gt;其实不需要蜻蜓点水&lt;br /&gt;打昏自己食髓知味&lt;br /&gt;吞了你用力一口下咽&lt;br /&gt;捧起碗在倥侗增添&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阖起厌倦  压坏了肩&lt;br /&gt;缩成了点还是一条线&lt;br /&gt;接近直觉  溺死诡谲&lt;br /&gt;最熟最烂你的脸&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-2673615107397279935?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/2673615107397279935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=2673615107397279935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2673615107397279935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2673615107397279935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/11/aimless-writing-part-1-sky-was-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-5978398017605841772</id><published>2007-11-16T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:31:50.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsFpZQNxuwo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XsFpZQNxuwo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;苏打绿-小情歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是一首简单的小情歌&lt;br /&gt;唱着人们心肠的曲折&lt;br /&gt;我想我很快乐&lt;br /&gt;当有你的温热&lt;br /&gt;脚边的空气转了&lt;br /&gt;唱着我们心头的白鸽&lt;br /&gt;我想我很适合&lt;br /&gt;当一个歌颂者&lt;br /&gt;青春在风中飘着&lt;br /&gt;你知道就算大雨让这座城市颠倒&lt;br /&gt;我会给你怀抱&lt;br /&gt;受不了看见你背影来到&lt;br /&gt;写下我度秒如年难捱的离骚&lt;br /&gt;就算整个世界被寂寞绑票&lt;br /&gt;我也不会奔跑&lt;br /&gt;逃不了最后谁也都苍老&lt;br /&gt;写下我时间和琴声交错的城堡&lt;br /&gt;最后谁也都苍老&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's a really lovely song ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes..Finally i'm updating..==;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing much happens in my life anymore now that i've started working..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean..I'm not really interested in anything much to blog about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did however get interested in squirrel again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which was a stupid thing to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But hey, he's the only guy I can think of that I actually like very much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or there's this other guy , the singer of the band 苏打绿.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that's even more off limits than squirrel..==;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I really do like squirrel more, knowing the fact that the only person I could think of when I heard this song was him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sien... ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha..I was thinking the other day as I went to meet ruby and aunty..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought about how I liked squirrel so much I would have liked him even if he smokes or does anything illegal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sien...==;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-5978398017605841772?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/5978398017605841772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=5978398017605841772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/5978398017605841772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/5978398017605841772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/11/thats-really-lovely-song-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-3806712957947181224</id><published>2007-11-03T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:12:30.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm supposed to writing a great entry here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, first step to it is to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....yes my head feels very empty right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, its not because I'm hungry, I just ate breakfast half hour ago, I have another half hour to go before I actually have an actual reason for my mum why I should be eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is definately not good for my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose ultimately my lack of posts and lack of calls/msgs/msn chats could be the results of my missing school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all that was just crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..I'm staring out of the window right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had the furniture moved in yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ..maybe not the furniture..but &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;furniture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room which was originally bright room, because of the 3 tones of yellow I painted on the walls, is now slightly dulled because of the pretty massive wardrobe I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..my wardrobe is not massively big..as in humongous walk in wardrobe big..but its a ...wardrobe that could be considered small..in a smaller room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks massive in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still like it though. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a computer table as well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe..love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like angular..and it fits into my angular wall very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have gotten an angular chair to fit my angular table that would fit my angular wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not that physically angular there fore i don't think i can fit in an angular chair that would fit my angular table that would fit my angular wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I got a BUNGEE CHAIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber comfortable. (Dammit, turtle! Another of your stupid slangs rubbed off me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sick for the past week or so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank water like crazy but the cough kept hacking at my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did the nasty and ate macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually stopped coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Assholes ..you guys were waiting for me to declare my death from eating macs weren't you..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe not stopped coughing ..but cough less now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it started with macs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've turned into a full blown "I can't be bothered about my cough to eat good food" ...sick person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something at the back of my mind is telling me to stop it already because I'll eventually end up finishing all my sick leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a gradual process I suppose..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about all I can do for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-3806712957947181224?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/3806712957947181224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=3806712957947181224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/3806712957947181224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/3806712957947181224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/11/alright-im-supposed-to-writing-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-1036014921865136783</id><published>2007-10-21T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T07:11:22.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>疯狂世界(五月天)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果说了后悔是不是一切就能倒退&lt;br /&gt;回忆多么美活着多么狼狈&lt;br /&gt;为什么这个世界总要叫人尝伤悲&lt;br /&gt;我不能了解也不想了解&lt;br /&gt;我好想好想飞&lt;br /&gt;逃离这个疯狂世界&lt;br /&gt;那么多苦那么多累&lt;br /&gt;那么多莫名的泪水&lt;br /&gt;我好想好想飞&lt;br /&gt;逃离这个疯狂的世界&lt;br /&gt;如果是你发现了我&lt;br /&gt;也别将我挽回&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想了你一整夜再也想不起你的脸&lt;br /&gt;你是一种感觉写在夏夜晚风里面&lt;br /&gt;青春是挽不回的水转眼消失在指间&lt;br /&gt;用力的浪费再用力的后悔&lt;br /&gt;我好想好想飞&lt;br /&gt;逃离这个疯狂世界&lt;br /&gt;那么多苦那么多累&lt;br /&gt;那么多莫名的泪水&lt;br /&gt;我好想好想飞&lt;br /&gt;逃离这个疯狂的世界&lt;br /&gt;如果是你发现了我&lt;br /&gt;也别将我挽回&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa..how long has it been since I've last blogged? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine as hisham would say, mosquitos breeding in this stagnant pool of memories I've stopped writing down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do apologize for the poor frequency of posts..Haven't been  contemplative enough to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then , I suppose an update is in order. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I suppose from where I really last stopped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a good job. That pays well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my summary is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No..I got a job..that's..not exactly my ideal job..but I suppose I mustn't be fussy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, a dog is a dog, if you treat it like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wise, I suppose , a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do thoroughly enjoy this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I'm getting more than I'm actually doing. At least to me that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Can you imagine if I were ever a boss , I'd probably be a slave driver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people there, are also among the nicest people I've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't really ask much of a job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give me something to do, I'll do it ..but having to work with nice ppl makes it more pleasant. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I'm skimming over details here..I really do need sometime to get back to writing that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do apologize for neglecting all of you when I first started out on the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not something I should have done and it is something I am trying to block out of my life , as of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life would be a lot about balance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got the job, I was this little girl who didn't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 5 months into the job, I'm...still this little girl who doesn't know anything..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seemed to have forgotten about my goal when i got familiar there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted, in all sense to improve myself, with this opportunity of a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..improvement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAI...long time away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose.."A journey to a thousand miles starts with a single step"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made by step by getting a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may be small steps, but I suppose good things come to those who wait...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muakies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SuLinG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-1036014921865136783?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/1036014921865136783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=1036014921865136783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/1036014921865136783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/1036014921865136783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/10/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-6290594674795829187</id><published>2007-08-24T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T07:16:54.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Question : Which anime character can you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightey...so this can sooo be like an essay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing how I just thought about it suddenly while watching animax and ideas just started popping up..heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in essense..which anime character would you be..if you could be one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose to start off..anime characters come in several stereotypes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The jaded "I'm so sexy and cool "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is of course sexy and cool means..extremely knowledgeable..which ..I find incredibly sexy..&lt;br /&gt;for the lack of better vocab..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned "jaded 'I'm so sexy and cool' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..jaded... that's probably why they're really cool actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..because they happen to come by an unfortunate accident..somewhere along their child hood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Do note that these anime characters are in their teens..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ They just look cool that way ..:) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ And because all anime characters above 20 just get protrayed as perverts ..==; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The  "Extremely intelligent and innocent kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..no doubt the fact that he's extremely intelligent yet..innocent..makes him incredible..likeable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I can't bring myself to call a kid sexy..no matter how paedophillic  I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Although he will be incredibly sexy once he gets into his teens ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Do note that this is a boy i'm talking about here. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Anime creators are just biased that way ==; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The  "Innocent ..'I don't know anything ' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course..this particular character only occurs in pretty/cute/"I wear extremely short skirts" female anime characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say again.. FEMALE characters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to elaborate on them..except only they always manage to get the "I'm so jaded and sexy " guy in the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Life sux man..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that would be it for now..mostly cause i'm too distracted to actually come up with more stereotypes..and also because there's this  anime full of hunks playing now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-6290594674795829187?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/6290594674795829187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=6290594674795829187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/6290594674795829187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/6290594674795829187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/08/question-which-anime-character-can-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-8103010572855013179</id><published>2007-08-04T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:44:00.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrightey..bad mood swings aside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went k-ing with adelyn and kang min yesterday evening ...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to K like till 12 or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But kbox said they'd see if anyone cancelled reservations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the...la..usually we go have loads of space..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so usually when we used to go..it was on a friday night or any other weekday night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it was soooo not expected that SATURDAYS would be a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO not expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO despite being a bit miffed at not being able to extend our time there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still managed to sing most of our fav songs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_____________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then of course when it came to the selection of wu yue tian songs by me..they all had to go through screening by kang min~~ ==;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL THINK YOU GUYS PUT TOO MANY S.H.E SONGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however,I WILL FORGIVE BOTH OF YOU BECAUSE I SAW AH SHIN IN ONE OF THEIR MVS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sang..and we ate..and we sang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I spent a grand total of ..ALOT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not only from k la..no doubt k was pretty expensive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the id10t virus was still swimming in my blood so i decided i didn't want to go home yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i dragged kang min and addy to mac-cafe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I spent 2.50 on long black..which was filled a little bit more than half cup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEAT MY 2.50!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if they'd have given me anymore I wouldn't have finished it... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to mac-cafe ...which was just opp k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were approached by the young delectable thing of a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who asked us to help him out by buying candy ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he was doing some research on how generous ppl would be ...in buying candy.. O.o??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..no la..for some charity or something..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he asked if any of us could help him out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I asked "What else are you willing to offer other than candy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Um...actually we are not allowed to offer services to members of the public..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addy, kang min and I laughed our heads off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made our way to mac-cafe..where I got even more high on long black..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where we talked  about kang min being chased by several boys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me being rejected by several boys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And addy just sat there and listened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..I feel like a loser...==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date ended with addy yawning and we took it as a hint go home already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a taxi again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..sent kang min..addy..and then went home myself..hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY SAW KANG MIN"S HOUSE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BIG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the taxi driver actually asked me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi uncle : Your friends all stay bungalow and condo..you stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yea..I spend too much money on taxis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi uncle : LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was still high from coffee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep till like 3 in the morning..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because I was figuring out how to give that stupid penguin"douhua" to turtle..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==;...had to check security code..this ah ..that ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==;;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then scared I give wrongly...so have to check turtle's nickname several times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that trouble..the stupid penguin pooped at me..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain audio recording I have in my phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ling : Wu yue de tian~~&lt;br /&gt;Kang min : Gan dan sheng de xia tian~~&lt;br /&gt;Su Ling : Wu yue de tian~&lt;br /&gt;Addy : .....&lt;br /&gt;NYAHAHAHHAAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy moodswings aside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ling~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-8103010572855013179?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/8103010572855013179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=8103010572855013179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/8103010572855013179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/8103010572855013179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/08/alrightey.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-1492272383838486254</id><published>2007-08-04T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T02:13:30.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I.AM.FEELING.VERY.PISSED.RIGHT.NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i'm pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO STOP FEELING BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that all i think about is how when i get a boyfriend, we'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I can show him off to all my friends and then my friends will tease him relentlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that that's not true because other than the initial stage of the relationship, I'll get very bored of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that that's all I think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that that's all I talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKING HATE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-1492272383838486254?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/1492272383838486254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=1492272383838486254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/1492272383838486254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/1492272383838486254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/08/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-1737338623437026264</id><published>2007-07-07T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:51:14.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoever said loving a boy was a wonderful thing ought to be knocked over the head with a big stinky tuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes you blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes you proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes you vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes you expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes you jealous of even your own friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes you lose focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love , this sort of love, is purely physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love leaves you tattered and torn from all the hide and seek games you play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the way he looks at me, when he thinks I'm not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the song by Avril Lavigne "Pieces" that he played on radioblogclub for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the the way he reacted when I said I didn't like noob boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget his stupid singing. Especially when he sang 芥末巧克力 and replaced my name with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the night he played risk and how much i wanted to tell him i was smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I will never forget that night, in the taxi, the words i said ...and his reply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love left me tattered and torn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something I'm supposed to learn here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne - Fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked away&lt;br /&gt;Then I look back at you&lt;br /&gt;You try to say&lt;br /&gt;The things that you can't undo&lt;br /&gt;If I had my way&lt;br /&gt;I'd never get over you&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it through the fall&lt;br /&gt;Make it through it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sit and stare at you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want a conversation&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry in front of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm in Love With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be with till the end&lt;br /&gt;When I come undone&lt;br /&gt;You bring me back again&lt;br /&gt;Back under the stars&lt;br /&gt;Back into your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know who you are&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know where to start&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what this means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what is real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-1737338623437026264?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/1737338623437026264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=1737338623437026264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/1737338623437026264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/1737338623437026264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/07/whoever-said-loving-boy-was-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-5108207135461822433</id><published>2007-06-24T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:49:43.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Artist: Lemar &lt;br /&gt;Song: Tick Tock &lt;br /&gt;Album: The Truth About Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta leave again&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna go&lt;br /&gt;things can be so lonely on the road&lt;br /&gt;could be the presidential suite&lt;br /&gt;but nothing's ever like your bed at home&lt;br /&gt;especially when your'e away from the one you love&lt;br /&gt;it gets tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it hurts when i'm off at work&lt;br /&gt;looking at her picture soothes my pain&lt;br /&gt;and for a moment i, find myself right back at home again&lt;br /&gt;i remember, through the ups and downs of my day&lt;br /&gt;i can say, my baby will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;sitting, waiting, longing, holding on for me&lt;br /&gt;while the time goes tick tock tick tock&lt;br /&gt;my baby will be&lt;br /&gt;sitting, waiting, longing, holding on for me&lt;br /&gt;while the time goes tick tock tick tock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's gotta leave again&lt;br /&gt;she don't wanna go&lt;br /&gt;hates to be away from me so long&lt;br /&gt;she calls me everyday but&lt;br /&gt;she can't kiss her baby on the phone&lt;br /&gt;when we're hanging up&lt;br /&gt;the tears start rolling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though she cries&lt;br /&gt;she can find her smile&lt;br /&gt;cos she knows with me her heart is safe&lt;br /&gt;funny how time away, makes a loving heart grow fond again&lt;br /&gt;she remembers, through the ups and downs of her day&lt;br /&gt;she can say, oh that i'll be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting, waiting, longing, holding on for her&lt;br /&gt;while the time goes tick tock tick tock&lt;br /&gt;her baby will be&lt;br /&gt;sitting, waiting, longing, holding on for her&lt;br /&gt;while the time goes tick tock tick tock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, we remember, through the ups and downs of our days&lt;br /&gt;we can say, oh that we'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus x2)&lt;br /&gt;sitting, waiting, longing, holding on for love&lt;br /&gt;while the time goes tick tock tick tock&lt;br /&gt;oh we will be&lt;br /&gt;sitting, waiting, longing, holding on for love&lt;br /&gt;while the time goes tick tock tick tock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-5108207135461822433?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/5108207135461822433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=5108207135461822433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/5108207135461822433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/5108207135461822433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/06/artist-lemar-song-tick-tock-album-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-3910046036321875080</id><published>2007-06-22T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:58:51.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to write something...but I couldn't come up with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes that previous post was utterly random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..what shall I blog about.......whhhhhhhaaaattt shalll I blog about~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...I have to confess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have beaten my record of not staying online for more than ten mins each day for one whole week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm re-reading that sentence right now and I sound confused even to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been online for more then ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole week~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO LIFE~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY!!!!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I haven't caught up with some of my friends for a very long time coming~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough BITCH AND GAY COUGH COUGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that we haven't tried to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our butts just grew stuck to our chairs at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..their butts at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine's stuck at the office in front of my company's laptop that's nicknamed DINOSAUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's accompanied by my PINK man~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THat does nothing but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when he knows one or both of his arms will come off one day due to rough handling by his owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH..owner sounds so SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh...I'm sick. MENTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's beside the point since i know EVERYONE knows that I'm sick that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE NEED TO MEET UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only to bitch, get high on coca cola and start a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then what else shall I say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea..WE"RE MOVING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW~~~ ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time..to little india~~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near mustafa!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE THEY SELL LG CHOCOLATE - PINKU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which i shall drool all over the counter staring at it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon they will put notices where my pic is stuck on to refuse me entry into mustafa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where i shall kick up a big fuss outside the shopping center but run for dear life when the security guard sees me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..I'm feeling sleeping from too much "highness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom/Furball/Slut Out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-3910046036321875080?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/3910046036321875080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=3910046036321875080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/3910046036321875080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/3910046036321875080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wanted-to-write-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-1293347028886198101</id><published>2007-06-22T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:28:10.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Rememberance of things past" written by the famous author Marcel Proust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read the book, much less know the contents of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know the title sounds very ...[ I lost the word for it][ HAHAHA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my take on rememberance of things past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It all started the moment he walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the cheeky smile, to his gait , to the way he wears his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could think of was "WOW"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that started a series of events that left me ashamed, embarrassed and grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could fall in love anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because I didn't start a relationship with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of him, I realize I have no need of that sort of relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT WHEN I HAVE ALL THESE GREAT FAMILY AND FRIENDS THAT WUV ME~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHAHAHAHHA~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WUV YOU ALL TOO~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"M SO SORRY MY WORK HAS TAKEN UP MOST OF MY TIME~ &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PWOMISE TO TRY TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU GUYS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAKS~~&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom/Furball/SLut is out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-1293347028886198101?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/1293347028886198101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=1293347028886198101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/1293347028886198101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/1293347028886198101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/06/rememberance-of-things-past-written-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-3380330751621835740</id><published>2007-05-29T05:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T05:37:38.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so I started work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily morning scenarios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAy 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy~!! I go work already~~ After six see you again~~ WAkakakaka~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy...I go work liao. I'll call you after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got coffee??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAy 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COFFEEE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting worried as to how i'm gonna continue on this week as to keeping the job for the rest of the 6mths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus since i started work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN"T HAD ANY TIME TO MAPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kills self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...just to inform ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my hp..don't contact me on that number. CAll my home number if you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course..that's for nighttime only la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we all know what i do during the day..==;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-3380330751621835740?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/3380330751621835740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=3380330751621835740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/3380330751621835740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/3380330751621835740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-so-i-started-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-1526719400597235950</id><published>2007-05-09T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T11:30:54.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oasis&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics for: Let There Be Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens would cry over me?&lt;br /&gt;Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?&lt;br /&gt;Let there be love&lt;br /&gt;Let there be love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the weather is calm as you sail up your heavenly stream&lt;br /&gt;Suspended clear in the sky are the words that we sing in our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Let there be love&lt;br /&gt;Let there be love&lt;br /&gt;Let there be love&lt;br /&gt;Let there be love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Baby Blue&lt;br /&gt;Shake up your tired eyes&lt;br /&gt;The world is waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreaming fill the empty sky&lt;br /&gt;But if it makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Keep on clapping&lt;br /&gt;Just remember I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't let go it's gonna pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens would cry over me?&lt;br /&gt;Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?&lt;br /&gt;Let there be love&lt;br /&gt;Let there be love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that i've posted this lyrics here several times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dang it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just fantastic that way. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz..UpdaTEs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The coming post has several mentions of the words diahorrea and vomit. You have been warned.] [ LOL ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this post whilst I'm having a bad diahorrea...or however you spell this word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes..its 1.40 in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. I have to wake up early tomorrow to meet yali and charmaine...for seoul garden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For which..I'm thinking my stomach might not be able to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll wait until tomorrow then i'll decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then until recently, I got crazy about maple again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm..sometimes..it doesn't make sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a game whose sole selling point is leveling up..can attract and addict many a poor soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ And in here I apologize for getting turtle and piggy[again ] into the game ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ GOMENASAI! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I played maple solely because I was bored to death and I didn't want to do my FYP at the point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got so addictive at one point of time that I didn't go out..for a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I supposed after I left for my grandma's house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sizzled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its back..this maple craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current objective is to earn enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yali's current objective is to level up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtle's current objective is to use her new bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I'm not sure what piggy's objective is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW addy's objective is to laugh at all of us poor low levels..==;&lt;br /&gt;[You WAIT I BECOME DK ADDY! YOU JUST WAIT!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Ok so other than addy's , my objective just sounds...dishonourable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fineee~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having to worry about having enough money for pots is already a big relief for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm..Somehow..Having a toilet to go to when I have a stomache makes me feel incredibly fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it could be all those trips up and down malaysia that made me slightly or rather..very neurotic that way. ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so while I was there doing my business...I felt incredibly sated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once...during my secondary school days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home ...extremely hungry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it was a sunny afternoon with lots of wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise when I reached home..My mom had already left for work.Morning shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't cook lunch that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was left to cook maggi mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Which I might say I had gotten quite good at during those years ]&lt;br /&gt;[ And in which being so sick of it I didn't touch a single strand of maggie noodle the minute my mom retired.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was my hunger that gave me the crazed notion of cooking two packets instead of my usual one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that as the bowl sat before me on the small chair I usually make into a table for food, I still had the notion that I'd finish the two packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that before I was even through half of the bowl I was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So full..till I couldn't stand to look at the leftover noodles in my bowl despite the unwilling thought of eating left over instant noodles after a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know as well that..the weather that day was perfect for a nap. Back then, everyday was perfect for a nap. Not on weekends though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noodles , the green marbled floor and the noises from the tv became an unwanted empty atmosphere for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I headed to my sister's room, [ yes ..the semi- haunted one ] where..I could see the clouds from the bed , where the harsh sun was blocked by the other room and where I could nap with the gentle breeze blowing through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered this when I decided to have 2 packets of noodles today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THere was the usual, I know I can finish this business going about in my head because I was incredibly hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I stuffed down half the bowl, I once again felt..over stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This round however, my mother and my sister was there to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were sitting there , in front of a tv with a small dining table to eat the noodles from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I did alone in that big hall, they were in this small hall together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after polishing off the noodles, we watched tv together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-1526719400597235950?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/1526719400597235950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=1526719400597235950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/1526719400597235950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/1526719400597235950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/05/oasis-lyrics-for-let-there-be-love-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-875422859334266746</id><published>2007-04-20T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T05:51:57.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost my mojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped it into the depths of my dark soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so emo. ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my period's coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know what emo means..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means..emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stereotypically it means stressed , depressed and sometimes suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I hurt a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who was always happy to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm...I don't know how to apologize to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I did what I had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd listening to sad songs isn't helping either. ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll go maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO K!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-875422859334266746?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/875422859334266746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's everyone doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you suffering from blog withdrawal symptons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*did i spell that right? hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for not blogging the past...month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've run into a dry spell recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus most of my time was split into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Playing maple.&lt;br /&gt;2. Going out.&lt;br /&gt;3. Finding a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait..its actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Going out&lt;br /&gt;2. Playing maple.&lt;br /&gt;3. Watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;4. Catching up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;5. Finding a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still trying to recover from last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 3 interviews consecutively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was worse was they all started at nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE MORNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or actually, just having 3 interviews consecutively is bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since morning interviews clear it all by &lt;em&gt;the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my afternoons &lt;em&gt;free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that 3 interviews day after day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My afternoons and night-times were definitely not &lt;em&gt;free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to frickin research on all the companies and jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I did research for the first &lt;em&gt;two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And none of the research actually HELPED.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I thought I could get by not researching for the third company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why day after day ..the interviews from more depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also haven't figured out why I haven't recovered from last week yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went K-ing with addy on sunday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurve K-ing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that maybe we need to go more often..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really slacked off until I get breathless when I sing wu yue tian's "lian-ing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed my recent morbid facination with sad songs. ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose one justifiable song is "Wo bu nan guo " by Sun Yanzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is only because ...ITS A REALLY GOOD SONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, we k-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so this round was more like we just sat down and watched the mtvs of ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEI LUN HAI and SHE's "zhe me ban".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over..and over..and over ..again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then inspired by Hebe's haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did the possibly most impulsive thing I'll ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a good scolding from mum after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I went to cut at that ten dollar store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because she didn't like my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because, I blew ten dollars on a place that doesn't cut hair properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : Wha..you take my money and anyhow spend ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ..*awkward laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so..Ta Da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding a few days back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to ruby's house with the intention of getting my "resume with photo" passport size photo done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH RUBY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How...is it that I was the only one having my hair styled and my face done with make-up..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, they took photos of my pwetty self that day~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakakaka~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that once squirrel sees my photos on friendster, he'll be like O.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which i think some people did, cause the number of views on my profile jumped...significantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakakakakaka~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's some people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's my cousin. ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me a message a few days after the photo shoot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying .. "No more fast food for you for half year.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I'm always going about how we all should go sentosa..gai gai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Turtle and me did the equivalent of that yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked orchard road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From..PS..To Heeren..To..Cineleisure..TO..Taka..TO WISMA ATRIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By wisma atria my legs were already a wee bit pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we finally sat down to rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaaaa..~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its fun just walking and walking and walking~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd I suppose its more fun if its in the shopping district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaahhaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, the only things we ended up buying were nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtle bought a strawberry shimmery pink nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my bimbo pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAkakakakakaka~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-8455285169407519536?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/8455285169407519536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=8455285169407519536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/8455285169407519536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/8455285169407519536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/04/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-8081754445161481969</id><published>2007-03-10T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T02:26:18.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Regina Spektor &lt;br /&gt;Fidelity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never loved nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting my heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in the sounds&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all this music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suppose I never met you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I never ever saw you&lt;br /&gt;Suppose we never ever called&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Just to break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Break my fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends say that of course its gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Better better better better&lt;br /&gt;Better better better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never love nobody fully&lt;br /&gt;Always one foot on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And by protecting by heart truly&lt;br /&gt;I got lost&lt;br /&gt;In the sounds&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All these voices&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind all these words&lt;br /&gt;I hear in my mind&lt;br /&gt;All this music&lt;br /&gt;And it breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my&lt;br /&gt;Heart&lt;br /&gt;Breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, this is one funky sounding song seh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-8081754445161481969?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/8081754445161481969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=8081754445161481969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/8081754445161481969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/8081754445161481969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/03/regina-spektor-fidelity-i-never-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-2531194262345970792</id><published>2007-03-08T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:50:12.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kiss the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was cloudy again, by the time I got out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I particularly cared, I just wanted to get out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having coped myself in for four days was more than a little crazy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my parents went a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A girlfriend? He NEVER MENTIONED ANYTHING ABOUT A GIRLFRIEND?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm only guessing darling, that might not be the truth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well whatever it is, the girl was never fit for my honey bunny!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes dear, but I said that it might not actually be a girl problem.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know! And I"M saying that that girl will never fit my KAEDE!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"SHE WILL NEVER FIT MY KAEDE I TELL YOU! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...yes dear.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never once thought that my dad would have suspected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was always the more perceptive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trait I'm afraid I didn't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I have some perception on court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in other things, I'm just so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, I would say, perception is one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsession is another thing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Some famous character from some famous book once said something about we only perceive what we want to see or something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it more simply, I only saw, what I wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there wasn't much to see in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me feel like crying all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people, start to fall in love when both parties are mutually attracted to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other words, it takes two to tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I ended up this &lt;em&gt;lovesick&lt;/em&gt; , [as my cousins would describe it when we have gatherings and they sit round a table and gossip I sit there mostly because I always loved a good story and mostly because I'm the only boy in the entire family. ] , is entirely due to my own tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I was screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you can't like someone, who feels no attraction towards you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I so sure I like that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I guess its because, I think about him, all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT makes me happy, to think about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say that that's not strong evidence of liking someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never, in my entire life, thought of someone, whilst I was playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I even thought of him whilst I was playing in court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, that's gotta be serious right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, I think its serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this physical reaction towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The furious heart beating, the butterflies in stomach, the embarass myself in front of him syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make me gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't get all flushed up with any guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd then I guess there's always the possibility that these , all these, are just hormornes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, I have decided....nooooot to tell him...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACtually I don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do in situations like these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do it the tv way, cause that just makes my life boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually have that many friends to ask for advice for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum would flip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad...well, my dad already sort of talked to me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came into my room the second day I locked myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Son, Do you know how people fall in love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"Recent studies in neuroscience have indicated that as people fall in love, the brain consistently releases a certain set of chemicals, including dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin, which act similar to amphetamines, stimulating the brain's pleasure center and leading to side-effects such as an increased heart rate, loss of appetite and sleep, and an intense feeling of excitement. Research has indicated that this stage generally lasts from one and a half to three years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then before leaving me wide eyed and shocked, he pats me on the back and says, "You could try waiting for three years"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means, three years of not meeting him, of not seeing him, of not having to do anything with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps, my hormornes will let me forget him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm...three years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Source taken from : Julius Caesar ,&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed, it is a strange disposed time:But men may construe things after their fashion,Clean from the purpose of the things themselves."&lt;br /&gt;Cicero, scene iii&lt;br /&gt;*source taken from : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love#Biology_of_love"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love#Biology_of_love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-2531194262345970792?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/2531194262345970792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=2531194262345970792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2531194262345970792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2531194262345970792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/03/kiss-rain-sky-was-cloudy-again-by-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-269570745318106666</id><published>2007-03-04T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T06:59:40.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My NEW YEAR GOALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit late but at least I have some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I absolutely MUST LOSE WEIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with the 1 kg a week thing so i think june I should be 75kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GO JIA YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wanna learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Piano or keyboard..if i can't get piano&lt;br /&gt;-Advanced programming!&lt;br /&gt;-web design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to read up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- History!&lt;br /&gt;-Medical Stuff!&lt;br /&gt;-Newspapers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The news!&lt;br /&gt;-discovery channel!&lt;br /&gt;-and maybe sometimes national geographic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I want to be able to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Run!&lt;br /&gt;-do high jump O.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-269570745318106666?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/269570745318106666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=269570745318106666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/269570745318106666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/269570745318106666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-new-year-goals.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-5497772077623486800</id><published>2007-03-04T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T03:08:45.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue birds fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then, oh why can't I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been lying around aimlessly at home these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAving&lt;/span&gt; no goal whatsoever really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..at this period of time that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so bad during the poly years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes it sound as if its been so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proximately a month or so I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really really miss going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss getting up early for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having to plan what time I should get up so that I won't make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fathima&lt;/span&gt; wait for me at the bridge. ( although in the end she's always waiting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss planning what to wear every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss going to school and showing off my clothes. (cheap thrill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I had many nice clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I had a nice shape either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes being delusional is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, I don't miss him that often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that often doesn't mean not at all though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the least of my worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm out of school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not going back to school until I finish my bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I must find work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what job I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I want to play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn more stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the moment I realized I needed to start work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized how ill-equipped I am for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I want to slim down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because "the whole damn world is just as obsessed" with good looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I won't land me a job with the way I look now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I want to go back to the cake shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To just do whatever I'm good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know the cake shop is too good for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a chee cheong fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-5497772077623486800?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/5497772077623486800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=5497772077623486800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/5497772077623486800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/5497772077623486800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/03/somewhere-over-rainbow-blue-birds-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-1669701067509640354</id><published>2007-03-03T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T09:30:36.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music by : Harold Arlen&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by : E.Y Harburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Way up high&lt;br /&gt;There's a land that I heard of&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Skies are blue&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;Really do come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day I'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemondrops&lt;br /&gt;Away above the chimney tops&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Why then, oh why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;Some day I'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemondrops&lt;br /&gt;Away above the chimney tops&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Why then, oh why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If happy little bluebirds fly&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why can't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-1669701067509640354?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/1669701067509640354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=1669701067509640354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/1669701067509640354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/1669701067509640354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/03/music-by-harold-arlen-lyrics-by-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-2764722506588025152</id><published>2007-02-21T23:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:12:04.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOWLING FOR SOUP LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Almost"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got drunk at school at 14&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost made out with the homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;Who almost went on to be miss texas&lt;br /&gt;But lost to a slut with much bigger breastes&lt;br /&gt;I almost dropped out to move to LA&lt;br /&gt;Where I was almost famous for almost a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost loved you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wished u would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost held up a grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost did 5 years and then 7 more&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I almost got popped for a fight with a thug&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he almost made off with a bunch of the drugs&lt;br /&gt;That I almost got hooked on cuz you ran away&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I woulda had the nerve to ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me guessing and now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;to spend my time missing you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go thinking about all the things I could've done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need a forklift cuz all the baggage weighs a ton&lt;br /&gt;I know we had our problems I can't remember one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to say something else&lt;br /&gt;And if I cant fit it in I'll keep it all to myself&lt;br /&gt;I almost wrote a song about you today&lt;br /&gt;But I tore it all up and then I threw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me guessing and now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;to spend my time missing you&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you [x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-2764722506588025152?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/2764722506588025152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=2764722506588025152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2764722506588025152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2764722506588025152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/02/bowling-for-soup-lyrics-almost-i-almost_6251.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-7793892502646683858</id><published>2007-02-21T23:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:11:59.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOWLING FOR SOUP LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Almost"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got drunk at school at 14&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost made out with the homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;Who almost went on to be miss texas&lt;br /&gt;But lost to a slut with much bigger breastes&lt;br /&gt;I almost dropped out to move to LA&lt;br /&gt;Where I was almost famous for almost a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost loved you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wished u would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost held up a grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost did 5 years and then 7 more&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I almost got popped for a fight with a thug&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he almost made off with a bunch of the drugs&lt;br /&gt;That I almost got hooked on cuz you ran away&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I woulda had the nerve to ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me guessing and now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;to spend my time missing you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go thinking about all the things I could've done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need a forklift cuz all the baggage weighs a ton&lt;br /&gt;I know we had our problems I can't remember one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to say something else&lt;br /&gt;And if I cant fit it in I'll keep it all to myself&lt;br /&gt;I almost wrote a song about you today&lt;br /&gt;But I tore it all up and then I threw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me guessing and now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;to spend my time missing you&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you [x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-7793892502646683858?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/7793892502646683858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=7793892502646683858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/7793892502646683858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/7793892502646683858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/02/bowling-for-soup-lyrics-almost-i-almost_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-2822771521331602055</id><published>2007-02-21T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:11:57.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOWLING FOR SOUP LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Almost"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got drunk at school at 14&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost made out with the homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;Who almost went on to be miss texas&lt;br /&gt;But lost to a slut with much bigger breastes&lt;br /&gt;I almost dropped out to move to LA&lt;br /&gt;Where I was almost famous for almost a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost loved you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wished u would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost held up a grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Where I almost did 5 years and then 7 more&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I almost got popped for a fight with a thug&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he almost made off with a bunch of the drugs&lt;br /&gt;That I almost got hooked on cuz you ran away&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I woulda had the nerve to ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me guessing and now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;to spend my time missing you&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go thinking about all the things I could've done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need a forklift cuz all the baggage weighs a ton&lt;br /&gt;I know we had our problems I can't remember one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to say something else&lt;br /&gt;And if I cant fit it in I'll keep it all to myself&lt;br /&gt;I almost wrote a song about you today&lt;br /&gt;But I tore it all up and then I threw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that doesn't cut it&lt;br /&gt;Almost had you&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me guessing and now I'm destined&lt;br /&gt;to spend my time missing you&lt;br /&gt;And I almost had you [x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish you would've loved me too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-2822771521331602055?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/2822771521331602055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=2822771521331602055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2822771521331602055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/2822771521331602055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/02/bowling-for-soup-lyrics-almost-i-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-4738985867609671577</id><published>2007-01-25T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T10:04:15.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>陶喆&lt;br /&gt;普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;词曲: david tao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等待&lt;br /&gt;我随时随地在等待&lt;br /&gt;做你感情上的依赖&lt;br /&gt;我没有任何的疑问&lt;br /&gt;这是爱&lt;br /&gt;我猜&lt;br /&gt;你早就想要说明白&lt;br /&gt;我觉得自己好失败&lt;br /&gt;从天堂掉落到深渊&lt;br /&gt;多无奈&lt;br /&gt;我愿意改变(what can i do?)&lt;br /&gt;重新再来一遍(just give me change)&lt;br /&gt;我无法只是普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;感情已那么深&lt;br /&gt;叫我怎么能收手&lt;br /&gt;但你说&lt;br /&gt;i only want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;做个朋友&lt;br /&gt;我在&lt;br /&gt;你心中只是just a friend&lt;br /&gt;不是情人&lt;br /&gt;我感激你对我这样的坦白&lt;br /&gt;但我给你的爱暂时收不回来&lt;br /&gt;so i&lt;br /&gt;我不能只是be your friend&lt;br /&gt;i just can't be your friend&lt;br /&gt;no,no,no,&lt;br /&gt;我不能只是做你的朋友&lt;br /&gt;不能只是做普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuuu~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think i was the one that said I only wanted to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or what ever warped version of that message i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams coming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not studying that Uhmph! yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have recently gotten addicted to Gene Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fella that starred in "singin in the rain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great dancer, great voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks very much like squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that wasn't what i liked about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the exams to be done with so that i can become a full time mapler!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-4738985867609671577?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-6513960822702602787</id><published>2007-01-20T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:49:23.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't written for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because everything i typed out was some depressive shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today i couldn't hold it in any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the spill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 20th birthday has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear I'm becoming an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I find the need to blog entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it more so stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how everything is buried so deep in me that it's too tiring to dig it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why we should have mini coms that let us blog anytime we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not only too tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forgetting very often  now what I want to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frogetting what I want to blog is one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting that depressed feeling is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh..One more moment just played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sicky depressing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM so going to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh..chopsticks started playin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did a test..and no i don't want to hear wang li hom's "ai de jiu shi ni"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great the player's playing "yu tian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I 've settled with "answer the phone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, continuing from where i stopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took a test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems my PMS is really taking a hold on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which really really just makes me feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because knowing the cause of my depressive self is better than not knowing what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I must say, I haven't felt this way since I finished sec school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it sucks being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO wait, I'm a woman now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's even more sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the transition I'm hating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus stupid hormornes that won't stop messin with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel resentful,vengeful,depressed and I don't seem to be able to trust anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAlk about the best way to screw with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make that person hormonal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be a nice idea for a fic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will prob go kill pigs in maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outz-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-6513960822702602787?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/6513960822702602787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=6513960822702602787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/6513960822702602787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/6513960822702602787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2007/01/havent-written-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116620143270401258</id><published>2006-12-15T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:50:32.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha~ have been addicted to complaining about lotsa stuff these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because I'm not bloggin enough~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the song "It ends tonight" by All american rejects is hreally cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are pasted below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls well that ends well I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final year project is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had my interview today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went kinda sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a pretty funny way now that I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasional awkward pauses were funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten sick like twice this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many many food cannot eat &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I eat some of them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah..now we know why I can't get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey~ maybe i'll slim down after this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, fat hope~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's beginning to bait me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose its only because I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAve taken a liking to visiting postsecret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I like the fact that other people in the world are having a bad time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha..I'm so cruel yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116620143270401258?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116620004659285225</id><published>2006-12-15T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:27:50.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It Ends Tonight" by All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your subtleties&lt;br /&gt;They strangle me&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain myself at all.&lt;br /&gt;And all the wants&lt;br /&gt;And all the needs&lt;br /&gt;All I don't want to need at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My mind's unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's best you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;On this evening&lt;br /&gt;I give the final blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falling star&lt;br /&gt;Least I fall alone.&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain what you can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;You're finding things that you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;I look at you with such disdain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My mind's unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's best you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;On this evening&lt;br /&gt;I give the final blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight won't make this right&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to fight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on my own side&lt;br /&gt;It's better than being on your side&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault when you're blind&lt;br /&gt;It's better that I see it through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts locked inside&lt;br /&gt;Now you're the first to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight won't make this right&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to fight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight won't make this right&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to fight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Insight&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116620004659285225?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116620004659285225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Various quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I shit fire when I eat Mcspicy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"PorkFish"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yum yum~"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Ok set ah, you give birth to seven children, then give some to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Yea and I do all the work?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Yea but you get all the sex."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How to eat gummy bears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; 1. You bite one ear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. You bite a leg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.Go back for the other ear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.Go back for the other leg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Nibble the rest.   "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Its a nipple heel."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaahahah~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116554865843428148?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116554865843428148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116554865843428148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116554865843428148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116554865843428148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/12/various-quotes-i-shit-fire-when-i-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116451553843926163</id><published>2006-11-25T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:32:18.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Gee, I've got a bestfriend and a chest full of cookies. What more could I wish for?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lumpy from Pooh's heffalump movie~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116451553843926163?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116451553843926163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116451553843926163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116451553843926163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116451553843926163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/11/gee-ive-got-bestfriend-and-chest-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116431592596063693</id><published>2006-11-23T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T13:05:25.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ronin- One more moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take too long to say&lt;br /&gt;"I love you" to the ones you love,&lt;br /&gt;cause time has a habit of slipping away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on a clear blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;when lighting strikes on a sunny day,&lt;br /&gt;just take me in and keep me from the rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the words that seem so hard to say,&lt;br /&gt;come out when you've gone away,&lt;br /&gt;stay a little while and hear me say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I want you here tonight,&lt;br /&gt;and I need you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;for just one more moment,&lt;br /&gt;for just one more moment,&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;Turn around to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;with each and every word that passes by,&lt;br /&gt;like a distant memory,&lt;br /&gt;and time keeps slipping away,&lt;br /&gt;and time will turn to grey,&lt;br /&gt;and time will be the one who holds you down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the words that seem so hard to say,&lt;br /&gt;come out when you've gone away,&lt;br /&gt;stay a little while and hear me say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I want you here tonight,&lt;br /&gt;and I need you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;for just one more moment,&lt;br /&gt;for just one more moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;and I need you here tonight,&lt;br /&gt;for just one more moment,&lt;br /&gt;for just one more moment,&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes time will treat you bad,&lt;br /&gt;Before you even know what's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and in the end it hits you hard,&lt;br /&gt;please tell me you'll be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its accoustic and he's got a nice voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116431592596063693?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116431592596063693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116431592596063693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116431592596063693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116431592596063693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/11/ronin-one-more-moment-dont-take-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116431350676146112</id><published>2006-11-23T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T12:25:06.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please pardon me for not updating these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I have attached myself to this game called, MAPLE STORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes I know I said it was a stupid game and you would never catch me playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is what boredom can do to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLus there's something vaguely satisfying about killing that over active orange mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have started to stop my diet. hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Because I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Because I always start something without finishing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, maybe I will get myself slimmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I look fat even to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just my luck that I attract shows that have sex scenes in them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just having sixth sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I borrowed Casanova, innocently believing that there'd be none of "em ahem ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked it up at started at it, "most popular" the sticker said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold , not five minutes into the show..I see heath ledger fuckin a girl..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have learnt from the last time I chose a "most popular" stickered show..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underworld evolution i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was sooooo looking forward to vampire action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But noooooo, there was this..looonnnnnnng min sex scene..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw blog tv today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the song that the band played in that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuu..I think its a local group seh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuu laa laa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116431350676146112?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116431350676146112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116431350676146112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116431350676146112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116431350676146112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/11/please-pardon-me-for-not-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116325066932713409</id><published>2006-11-11T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T05:11:09.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watched Ocean's 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116325066932713409?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116325066932713409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116325066932713409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116325066932713409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116325066932713409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-watched-oceans-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116319321994168979</id><published>2006-11-10T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:17:37.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And as I walked down the flooded road,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite green skirt soaked half way through,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high heels feeling as if they might just slip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And upon reaching the bus stop, I had the luck of getting drenched by a passing car whose meanie owner decides "Hey! A BIG puddle! Let's SPEED THROUGH IT AND GET THOSE PEOPLE AT THE BUS STOP WET!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this I waited twenty minutes for the bus, even though my house was 5 minutes away from the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the sheer laziness in my character amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but laugh when that stupid car sped past the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what were the coincidences?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in another sense, oh fine, I'm already wet, why not just complete the deal by drenching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that I still got on the bus ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still plopped myself down on the seat ,soaking skirt and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trudged all the way, &lt;em&gt;literally &lt;/em&gt;trudged, with my high heels , all the way to bras brasah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if any of you ever had to deal with thin heels and wet floor before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lemme tell you, &lt;em&gt;trudging &lt;/em&gt;is the only way man~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I AM being SHAMELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My picture perfect image was broken the minute that car sped past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after collecting my stuff from that shop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trudged my way back to the bus stop, where I took a bus-train to Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its one thing to , trudge, in bras basah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a WHOLE OTHER thing to, trudge , in PLAZA SINGAPURA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there you go, lesser mortals would have whined all the way about having to trudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was SHAMELESS enough to walk proudly around the friggin shopping center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YaY Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got the sudden urge to buy that Aisling Grey series book that just came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dragged ruby and mum to..KINOKUNIYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to learn how to not listen to urges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the book was nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my favourite characters got together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO doubt, the lead had to become a whole other entity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol~&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Ruby and me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who's the worser[is that how it should be described?] CAM WHORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went photo taking crazy whilst in orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which inevitably lead to us delaying the shopping of her friend's pressie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the code of CAM WHORES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKING PHOTOS ARE ABOVE ALL ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe food when you're hungry and going to the toilet when nature calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly don't want to picture those expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaa~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had one of those days where you were just reading something sooo interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That even though you were dead tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes were stinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's the amazing thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DEAD TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My EYES ARE STINGING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST FINISHED AISLING GREY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..I'm not tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I'm making lotsa grammer and punctuational mistakes in the post as I always have been in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having that bothering me nooowww, shows how tired I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like 5 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys had a goooood sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get my morning nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116319321994168979?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116319321994168979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116319321994168979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116319321994168979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116319321994168979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-as-i-walked-down-flooded-road-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116305364402930047</id><published>2006-11-08T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T22:27:24.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that I went to my aunt's house yesterday, stayed overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened when I opened my big mouth and said "MaMA~! CAn I HELP YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to all daughters trying to be nice and pretending unload their mothers from doing chores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON"T ASK IF YOU DON"T MEAN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within seconds , my mum had me sweeping every cm of the floor in that BIG BIG HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst she sat on the piano chair, and directed my every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something vaguely very very vaguely irritating about someone who sits on a chair and says while you're sweeping, "Uh! You missed a spot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Very "VAGUELY" IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REally missed my mum these couple of days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for being independant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116305364402930047?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116305364402930047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116305364402930047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116305364402930047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116305364402930047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/11/nothing-much-to-blog-about-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116295516190888298</id><published>2006-11-07T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:06:01.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watch your tone dear~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone might actually think you HATE them~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, updates!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's still in si yi's house~ ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running out of money already..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would probably go there tonight I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOt sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit worried about tomorrow..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have got an appointment tomorrow to meet up with my PTN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn..I have to meet up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea why I'm so scared .==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not be scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had legitamite reason to reject her the last time ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGITAMITE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or however you spell it. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raaaaaa~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got no marnie~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll probably not go then ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously blogging is not making me feel better ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just talk about what I did yesterday!!!!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAH~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to go home too early yesterday cause there was really nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i went all the way to yio chu KANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fetch Ruby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd we went home together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to take the train back from city hall but it was tooooo crowded~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we  decided to take bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we found..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThE CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby had already whipped out her trusty camera phone and was asking me to pose before i could say anything. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon one photo after another, we just couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to put them all here hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys wanna see them, or not, you know..watever..lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go check out ruby's blog~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116295516190888298?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116295516190888298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116295516190888298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116295516190888298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116295516190888298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/11/watch-your-tone-dear-someone-might.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116281512060947126</id><published>2006-11-06T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T04:12:00.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that happens when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost continously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes..that is basically what I do when I'm bored . ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my weight loss programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM listening to offspring's "why don't you get a job"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakin farnie lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM waiting for myself to change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naturally it doesn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAuse change requires effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am EFFORTLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to work me up enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And AM BrokE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR else I'd be ordering back like there's no tomorrow~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd just for your entertainment, here's the list of stuff i would have ordered back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcspicy meal~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means UPSIZED coke and fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCWINGS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken rollover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. KFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That new fish menu is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't think I would have ordered that since I just broke diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it'd probably will be like 6 piece chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that veggie thingy that I don't know how to spell and mash potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh and that coconut pie as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Canadian pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely sheperd's pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd jumbo wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pizza hut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would probably rattle something off the menu just to get them to come sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However since I said that I WAS broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out and bought meself bread and salmon spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never try it with salmon spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so..that was dinner~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta DA!!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still in funk about what to do when I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided I graduate AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fervently hope I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home like how I am...now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116281512060947126?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116281512060947126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116281512060947126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116281512060947126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116281512060947126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-that-happens-when-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116269545249468338</id><published>2006-11-04T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:58:48.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why Don't You Get a Job - Offspring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's got a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Man he hates that bitch&lt;br /&gt;He tells me every day&lt;br /&gt;He says "man I really gotta lose my chick&lt;br /&gt;In the worst kind of way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits on her ass&lt;br /&gt;He works his hands to the bone&lt;br /&gt;To give her money every payday&lt;br /&gt;But she wants more dinero just to stay at home&lt;br /&gt;Well my friend&lt;br /&gt;You gotta say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you get a job&lt;br /&gt;Say no way, say no way, no way&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you get a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all his money, well it isn't enough&lt;br /&gt;To keep her bill collectors at bay&lt;br /&gt;I guess all his money, well it isn't enough&lt;br /&gt;Cause that girl's got expensive taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you get a job&lt;br /&gt;Say no way, say no way, no way&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you get a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it ain't easy doing nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;But hey man free rides just don't come along&lt;br /&gt;every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's got a boyfriend, man she hates that dick&lt;br /&gt;She tells me every day&lt;br /&gt;He wants more dinero just to stay at home&lt;br /&gt;Well my friend&lt;br /&gt;You gotta say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't pay, I won't pay ya, no way&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you get a job&lt;br /&gt;Say no way, say no way, no way&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you get a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give ya no money, I always pay&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you get a job&lt;br /&gt;Say no way, say no way, no way&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you get a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116269545249468338?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116269545249468338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116269545249468338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116269545249468338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116269545249468338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-dont-you-get-job-offspring-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116269381181344135</id><published>2006-11-04T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:30:11.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmm~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my words form themselves into incoherrent babble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i'll definitely wash hair later..its becoming oily  gunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched goong ..a few episodes..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feel like watching Fullhouse~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to see song hye gyo act~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But It"S WITH SOMEONE LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought myself an electric piano the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost me 30 bucks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had only 20 bucks for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I AM SOOOOO HAPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED MY PIANO ~!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sat there for a couple of hours playing the same songs I knew all over again and again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is like only four songs..lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to update my library siah~ ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got piano notes to lend me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lent ben my music notes on Canon in D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid shite hasn't returned it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, diet is not working~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am on verge of giving up~ &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..it worked for a few weeks..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I just can't reach the weekly target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT FALBELOS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT SHOPPING WITH TURTLE AND MUM YESTERDAY!~~ [does finger thing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuuu~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw her buy lotsa archi stuff~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kewl worr~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_______&lt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116257390367062441</id><published>2006-11-03T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:11:43.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAaaa!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one stupid depressing fic later~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid current favourite song is making me feel slightly down ==;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116257390367062441?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116257390367062441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116257390367062441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116257390367062441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116257390367062441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/11/raaaa-so-one-stupid-depressing-fic_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116257390105466520</id><published>2006-11-03T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:11:41.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAaaa!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one stupid depressing fic later~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid current favourite song is making me feel slightly down ==;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116257390105466520?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116257390105466520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116257390105466520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116257390105466520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116257390105466520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/11/raaaa-so-one-stupid-depressing-fic.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116257280835758571</id><published>2006-11-03T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T08:53:28.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sounds of rain falling outside brought a sense of comfort to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when it rained , it felt safe to feel the feelings he suppressed every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd open the curtains that he usually kept close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And listen to that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song helped him remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the way he wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every look, every word and every action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the way he thought they should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his time, his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, not even the truth, could take that away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except when the rain stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It no longer feels safe when the rain stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he stops too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it took a long while to stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as years go by, he got by too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, methodically, he'd close his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before everything else invades him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says goodbye to everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116257280835758571?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116257096125382911</id><published>2006-11-03T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T08:22:41.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sun Yan Zi-雨天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[To view pls change encoding to Unicode UTF-8]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;站在十字路的交点&lt;br /&gt;该怎么走&lt;br /&gt;我却只剩回头&lt;br /&gt;除了你给的伞我再也没有&lt;br /&gt;别的借口&lt;br /&gt;去拥有你的什么&lt;br /&gt;你能体谅我有雨天&lt;br /&gt;偶尔胆怯你都了解&lt;br /&gt;过去那些大雨落下的瞬间&lt;br /&gt;我突然发现&lt;br /&gt;谁能体谅我的雨天&lt;br /&gt;所以情愿回你身边&lt;br /&gt;此刻脚步会慢一些&lt;br /&gt;如此坚决&lt;br /&gt;你却越来越远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牵手和分手来自同一双手&lt;br /&gt;做回朋友&lt;br /&gt;我却为何不懂挽留&lt;br /&gt;你能体谅我有雨天&lt;br /&gt;偶尔胆怯你都了解&lt;br /&gt;过去那些大雨落下的瞬间&lt;br /&gt;我突然发现&lt;br /&gt;谁能体谅我的雨天&lt;br /&gt;所以情愿回你身边&lt;br /&gt;此刻脚步会慢一些&lt;br /&gt;如此坚决&lt;br /&gt;你却越来越远&lt;br /&gt;是否太晚路已走远&lt;br /&gt;我的眼眶泪太满&lt;br /&gt;走不回你身边&lt;br /&gt;你能体谅我有雨天&lt;br /&gt;偶尔胆怯你都了解&lt;br /&gt;过去那些大雨落下的瞬间&lt;br /&gt;我突然发现&lt;br /&gt;谁能体谅我的雨天&lt;br /&gt;此刻脚步会慢一些&lt;br /&gt;如此坚决&lt;br /&gt;你却越来越远&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116257096125382911?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116257096125382911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116257096125382911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116257096125382911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116257096125382911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/11/sun-yan-zi-to-view-pls-change-encoding.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116217810261106336</id><published>2006-10-29T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T19:15:02.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raaaaaaaaaa~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is officially..SKIP SCHOOL DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND EVERYONE HATES ME FOR IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY~!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..not exactly everyone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly my mum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not exactly hate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just maybe "I don't want to talk to you anymore" sort of angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's gonna make her even more angry is the fact that I'm still at home after telling her i'll go to school like half hour ago..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with starting the week with the wrong decision,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also failed to reached last week's weight target~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too easy to fail~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, let me put it another way~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS JUST LIKE ME TO FAIL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUst LiKe EverY OthER tHinG I DO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RawR~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116217810261106336?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116143160481071706</id><published>2006-10-21T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T05:01:36.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I LAUGH IN THE FACE OF FATE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GO AHEAD! SMITE ME!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, was just contemplating the recent events that have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course contemplating is a word much too mature for me to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes because everyone who reads my blog knows the sort of person i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to put it simply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had quite a shocking week~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From I-have-no-idea-if-they-were-being-nice-or-sacarstic-classmates..no make that ex-classmates, who screamed "NICE SKIRT!" across block 12 to having my wallet stolen, no scrap that , not stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have recently gotten addicted to those gypsy skirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, actually have recently found out that despite off the charts weight gain, I can fit into one of those skirts without looking TOO ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was why I bought this lovely green skirt, with flower flower pattern~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THat I can wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went overboard and bought another beige-ish skirt with once again, flower patterns but with lace at the bottom.~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt; THAT I CAN"T WEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about having big hips...==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hahahaha~ So was happy for a while until, to put it literally, my whole mood went crashing down last thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Like I said, I left my wallet on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And absentmindedly walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger, is something that does not come to me very often. Especially pure reasonable anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yes because being the last child I AM PRONE TO IRRATIONAL ANGER...MOST OF THE TIME]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to me when my mum called and said ...more like whispered, "hello..where are you??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being me..naturally whispered back " In the library..why??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You lost your wallet ah?" She whispered again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HUH? No wad..I have it in my bag. " ..don't ask me why we continued the conversation in whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You check."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHIT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one big wild goose chase later, I found the office that had my wallet~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time ever, it was surprisingly ..light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ahem not to say that I have lotsa cash in it. But I've got lots of junk..ask any girl, I'm sure she has lots of junk in her wallet...too..or maybe not.. ==;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FINE, I had 3 mocha..i think ..mocha ice-cream cards and lots of receipts]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notes compartment was very nicely empty as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really felt like a big joke when I opened my wallet to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I'm not weird to the point where I say it was okay to have my money, a rather circumstancial amount taken, but I have to admit, my mum's comment about hiding your money everywhere really made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about remembering all the times she had to dig her bag vigirously for ..ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did the stupid comments like " HA! HE DOESN"T DARE TO LOOK AT ME! HE STOLE MY MONEY!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or "Wha, wear until so nice ah...must have taken someone's money to buy ah~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fathima and me did to various innocent students when we were waiting to enter the lecture theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we didn't say it to their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn' be alive here, typing this if we did say it to their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a rather sad note however, on thurs ...[yes the thurs i lost my money..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to accompany ying to the PCB LAB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently there was a class there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know normally, ppl who have stuff to do, would mind their own business when other ppl walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These attention seeking monkeys had to start crowing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd apparently insulted my and my now favourite yellow shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being called "Big round yellow" by someone whose not close to me , can be very very insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sadness lingered for a while to torture me until somehow it just doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAaaaaaaaa~!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAthima~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer me up la~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go buy laptop la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116143160481071706?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116143160481071706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116143160481071706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116143160481071706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116143160481071706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahahahhahaha-i-laugh-in-face-of-fate.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116069759455323508</id><published>2006-10-12T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:02:13.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOOOVVEEE YOUTUBE~!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[*cough cough* Fathima~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that crazy ppl have gone all and out to upload movies on you tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, Howl's moving castle and Fullmetal alchemist the movie~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED FINALLY MET AL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY LIVED IN A WORLD TOGETHER~!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ELRICEST!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the fullmetal alchemist movie had larcenciel do the opening and closing songs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really nice songs wor~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't heard them do nice songs for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm the best kind of fan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the worst sort of reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gained weight ..again..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After last night's dinner that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY COOKED SPAGHETTI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i gobbled four, yes four not three not two, but &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;______________&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raaaaaa~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to my emi/emc lecture halfway when this fella sitting in front of me started watching this anime called "blood+"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was torn between listening to the lecture or watching the blood and gore from the anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, ended up watching blood and gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is until that fella decided to sit straight and cut me off from his screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathima buy laptop laaa~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116069759455323508?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116069759455323508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116069759455323508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116069759455323508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116069759455323508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-my-gosh-i-loooovveee-youtube-cough.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-116030359222291760</id><published>2006-10-08T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T03:33:12.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood  counting stock in the fridge yesterday, my colleague came up to me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I started.."1,2,3..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did "10,20,40."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word I believe, ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-116030359222291760?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/116030359222291760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=116030359222291760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116030359222291760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/116030359222291760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/10/nya-lol-hahaha-as-i-stood-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115962437405617065</id><published>2006-09-30T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T06:52:54.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You richly fantasize the strength, amusing, likes seeking stimulates, the expression ability is very strong. Your charm excellent, the side cannot lack under the friend and the skirt the feudal official, sometimes can be excessively rampant because of excited but the manner, likes the success and failure usually being able to hit in the friend between by the joke manner mediates. You are jealous the heart to be quite heavy under, but usually is intentionally nitpicks in the boyfriend displays, you like sporty type and the rich artistic feeling male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the chinese version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恋爱数字是3&lt;br /&gt;　　你富有幻想力，好玩，喜欢寻求刺激，表达能力很强。你魅力过人，身边不会缺少朋友和裙下之臣，有时会因兴奋过度而态度嚣张，喜好得失通常在朋友间都会以玩笑的态度打圆场。你妒忌心颇重，但通常是在男友的故意挑剔下表现出来，你喜欢运动型和富有艺术感的男性。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115962437405617065?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115962437405617065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115962437405617065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115962437405617065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115962437405617065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-richly-fantasize-strength-amusing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115961795602839112</id><published>2006-09-30T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T05:05:56.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid dreams aside~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RFvZkazvwEQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had soooo much fun at ruby's birthday that day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out sharky gets high from seeing nice food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yali's getting much prettier~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby has a very dirty mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all went to sing ktv after dinner~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RaWr~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115961795602839112?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115961795602839112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115961795602839112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115961795602839112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115961795602839112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/09/stupid-dreams-aside-hahaha-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115954704688093401</id><published>2006-09-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:24:06.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly I grew obsessive of this female I grew to love in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I grew to love her because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tire of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt as if I spent long lazy afternoons with her just being in the same room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst she read her book at one corner of the room, I'd be at the other corner just sitting down and occasionally peeking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't someone who had incredible beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was almost too plain for taste in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just remembering her short hair, bobbed cut, and the summer dress she wore in the dream made my heart beat a bit faster than it should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and no..you assholes, I'm not experiencing high blood pressure]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WhaT is this?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DREAM GIRL??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the weirdest things to happen ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115954704688093401?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115954704688093401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115954704688093401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115954704688093401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115954704688093401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/09/suddenly-i-grew-obsessive-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115953207415889193</id><published>2006-09-29T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T05:14:36.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am currently snacking on chocolates and nougats. ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The non original nougats, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to crack my tooth filling too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in the longest time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As is typical of me, I always embarass my self when I start a new semester in any school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparently [or however you spell it] , the only thing embarassing was my pretty big stomache that I had before classes started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Had to tag along with sharky and boytoy after my first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL because of a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...the 9 hour torture was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THAT BOOK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt I wanted to give up halfway at about 7 but sharky being sharky said that "haiya, we won't be long la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i stuck it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And left for home at 10.30...WITH THE BOOk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup sharky, I don't think I'll ever believe you again, when you say "we won't be long la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Found out that my class...is reallllly small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like only 8 ppl la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have lost all inspiration to write..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SNORTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from my yaoi crazed brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senru..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knew rukawa well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was like one finger count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would say that he had a morbid sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose only joy is making fun of Sen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his defence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"having fun with Sen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, where you couldn't push the limits with other people, you could with Sen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOt that he pushed Sen around and took him for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in their sane mind would take their most important friend in the world for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially a effortlessly handsome loner like rukawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -----------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of yaoi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the weirdest dream the other day..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I fell in love with this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so explanation is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream started out as me as someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who got orphaned and sent to live with my parent's good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparently, the couple that adopted me didn't like me very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd thus I had a semi - cinderella story going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made it different was that I fell in love with their daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and it ...felt right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_@...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the dream, she had short hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was quiet,warm and kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eww.. i just bit into a cappuccino nougat..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i remembered how when I was getting help to escape[hahahaha] that I wanted her to come, but I couldn't work up the courage to run back into the house without getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I left in a motocycle entourage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been having all sorts of weird dreams these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest of which was that one.[note: above]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they trying to tell me something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115953207415889193?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115953207415889193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115953207415889193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115953207415889193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115953207415889193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/09/am-currently-snacking-on-chocolates.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115881893409045358</id><published>2006-09-20T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:08:54.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this moment in time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a certain heavy-heartedness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if there was ever a word to describe how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncapable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in me now that I can do to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as always, change is resisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because it means the type of person I do not wish to  become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In months to come , if I have to face this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115881893409045358?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115881893409045358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115881893409045358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115881893409045358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115881893409045358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/09/at-this-moment-in-time-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115850426893949645</id><published>2006-09-17T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T07:44:29.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of the epiphany of the events that happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen how much I need to catch up on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between my brother and me [ I swear if anyone dares to say the word " I " ..}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd see that he a more pessimistic person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I am in his words " ever so happy go lucky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Something gets spoilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother fixes it. On the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at it. Say I'll fix it. And let it grow mold before i next touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saving money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother looks at starbucks and he looks at the kopitiam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes for the kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at starbucks and I look at the kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go for sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cockroach runs across the hall and my sister screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother hurries to wash the dishes suspecting them to be the alluring culprit of cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue with my movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it can go on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topics of conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He say "I spend money to make money"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say "I know I have a lot of shoes~~ But this one's in a different colour!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me sound totally bimbotic right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never in my life thought myself as bimbotic before..until the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where visits to the various relatives have opened up my eyes to what they talk and think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example a luncheon with my mother's side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topics of conversation are how to buy a house and make money from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always thought, buying a house meant buying something that appealed to you greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since houses are expensive and all ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANother example would be just the other day where my cousin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I can't call him handsome..his nose is flat. But he's charming in a dashing way. HAhaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked me, if I saw any market potential in biomedical engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain practically went *shit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dount talks with sharky have some mentions of the biomedical market&lt;br /&gt;but there was never once when I had to step up and give my opinions on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I told him in a most open way that I really didn't bother to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which my sister interpretated much later on as being reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it angers[hahahah] me that my sister called me reserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only because another meaning for it was "shy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "shy" probably means I was too stunned by my cousin "charming-ness" to be able to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was probably right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115850426893949645?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115850426893949645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115850426893949645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115850426893949645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115850426893949645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-epiphany-of-events-that-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115803040245548567</id><published>2006-09-11T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:06:42.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Regardless of the holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and the fact that I get to play neverwinter~~ WOO HOOO!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking my mail for that stupid reply totally ruined it ===;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fyp proj is probably doomed ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit when the hell did i get so pessimistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame sharky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;----------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with my dad to watch "little man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never saw my dad laugh so much before~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115803040245548567?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115803040245548567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115803040245548567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115803040245548567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115803040245548567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/09/regardless-of-holiday-and-fact-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115765299815939631</id><published>2006-09-07T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:16:38.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time now is 1.55AM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather condition is humid. EXTREME HUMIDITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or as humid as I've ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can tell this by the fact that even with the fan on..it still feels hot..==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start crapping about everything and anything that pops into my brain~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAve recently been reading up elricest and saiyuki sanzoXgoku fics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find one good one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALL THE REST ARE PRACTICALLY DUPLICATES..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..i suppose that's what you get for free fiction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No originality in storyline..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..that sounded a bit harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put as..they all end the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is pretty sad..cause some fics are really written nicely..but only because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read one with a similiar storyline , therefore I felt pretty bored with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad..haizz~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have heard scary news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERyONE IS RUSHING FOR FYP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every..third year that is..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news is..i have time constraints..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REally ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since time to go do passport was supposed to do fyp..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and time to do fyp was used to do work..HMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work..as usually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a horrible wakening of reality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have as cliche as it sounds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again..realized my inability to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all..messing up seems to have become my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And multi-tasking was never something I could do very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trying to avoid work as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have honestly never thought that growing up could be so scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impotence at work has caused me to realize that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All adults are truly amazing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REal life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather reality..feels horrible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that elricest fic I read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lovers that finally meet had to split up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because..reality caught up with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they couldn't survive without living to society's demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT affected me for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAve as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite mummy's constant "nagging"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone out every day ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..3 days of this week, I had to go back to work..==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bugis..almost everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon- with Fathima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue- with KANGMIN AND ADELYN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed- SCHOOL and then bugis..with MUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs- Plaza sing! with fathima to watch" DEVIL WEARS PRADA!" and then..parkway with addy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri - Was awkwardly at home..==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAt- Far east with kang min and addy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun- another awkward day at home~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon [after that week~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went out with CHIEWYING!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-like finally la..after trying for 6 months ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuu~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to bugis then walked to suntec..then walked to marina square!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to watch a movie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to eat at kenny rogers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE CHICKEN THERE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115765299815939631?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115765299815939631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115765299815939631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115765299815939631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115765299815939631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-now-is-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115726995232325395</id><published>2006-09-03T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:52:32.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALLLriggghhttt~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second post of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in less than one hour~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my aren't we full of muses today~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read this O_O fic~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEcause the author wrote in paragraphs ..looong looong paragraphs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakin difficult to read la~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I READ IT ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT WAS GOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will assume that the author is a female~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore in the fic, she, she protrayed gojyo as a sadistic bastard who ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played around with sanzo and goku and then finally told them that they like each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summarizing sux~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh..stomache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115726995232325395?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115726995232325395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115726995232325395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115726995232325395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115726995232325395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/09/alllriggghhttt-second-post-of-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115726538308808324</id><published>2006-09-02T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:36:23.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mayday! Mayday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey boy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's YOUR problem~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have recently not been clearing the house~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trampled upon whilst on one of my rage of bordem quests,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My football stack of CDs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, maybe a lil explanation here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a Cd holder in the shape of an adorable green football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh..i swear i've never used the word adorable in a sentence with football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea..all of you are getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my boredom's getting to me too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, have recently found that adora- nevermind..stack of Cds~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly only 4 out of the how many i didn't bother to count amount of Cds there were mine~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest were..my father's and my sister's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why were they there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I being I, or rather, Me being ME~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took them to listen..back in the days when there was this adorable thing called the CD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh bug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright its either me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or ..wait..this blog is about me ===;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its just me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like i said, back in the days where there was this thing called a Cd player, you know~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panasonic model~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable in a pretty bulky way that made you rush to keep it when you had to get off the bus because even though its the sucessor of the walkman, your earphones weren't long enough for it to "walk" with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO that adorable pretty thing was used back when i didn't have my now very adorable red mp3 player that's all cracked and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister's and father's Cds were listened to by the one and only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And put conveniently in my Cd case only because i was pretty much too lazy to put it back where I found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's a slumber party~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what sluummmmber means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means to stay up till dawn~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"foster's home for imaginary friends"&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAve recently been watching foster's home for imaginary friends on youtube~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHA~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is all the description i can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you know now, sharky, why i was never able to give you that fifteen page fanfic you wanted .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~LoL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-H-Y~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115726538308808324?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115726538308808324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115726538308808324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115726538308808324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115726538308808324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/09/mayday-mayday-we-got-problem-hey-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115669759391930835</id><published>2006-08-27T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T09:53:13.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LoL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been crazed enough to randomly purchase a korean serial drama. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it though~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have very nice poems~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biscuit teacher and star candy- episode 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because none of us want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be forgotten like a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the use of fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lead a life of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as you are not a flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a flower is not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though possessed with a healthy physique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the life of a bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is ultimately a lonely one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we learnt to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already learnt to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the mountains and valleys were showered with rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face became a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to keeping my raging emotions in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waving my hands around my memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "I long for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, very rough translation from me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey my chinese ain't good~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115669759391930835?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115669759391930835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115669759391930835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115669759391930835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115669759391930835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/08/lol-been-crazed-enough-to-randomly.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115649965103686862</id><published>2006-08-25T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T02:54:11.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you believe- prince of egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're laughing babe, cause i just did that rofl thing hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAAHAHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I will not do it the way phoebe does it in Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still about in exam mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also quite puzzled that I'm so happy that exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there wasn't a minute amount of effort I put into to get through those two horrrible weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean..how many hints can I give you before you realize that I AM extremely stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The endless shopping~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant hoppings~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I started singing in front of my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous no doubt that she might black mail me by recording my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; was beyond caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NOW THE EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET"S PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one seems free today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anti climax i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I had the instinct to splurge my money on a korean drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biscuit teacher and star candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you would never guess who recommended me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is a nice show~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..maybe fathima won't cry. [ that's why she's the heartless bastard]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rest of you ppl might cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so maybe I'm the only crybaby around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Wor!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU LOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115649965103686862?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115649965103686862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115649965103686862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115649965103686862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115649965103686862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-you-believe-prince-of-egypt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115622977303338163</id><published>2006-08-21T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:56:13.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In true fashion, I have taken a liking to mars-the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A habit actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To eat it while i'm idle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously not ideal for my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright alright, enough crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been going out alot these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...so much so that everything in the shops look...boring already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got so bored and lazy to change and go out one sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I took a bucket of soapy water and started clearing the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table is now in semi-perfect cleanliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose next target will be the other part of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am thinking cabinets or shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if my mum's willing to invest in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See i just used a BIG word- INVEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, have you ever noticed that when adults get together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they ever really talk about is money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to make money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to spend money to make money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty psychotic in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO be so obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i start wondering if i will become like that when i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEnt on a friendster deleting spree that other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what went in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it was "Hmm..I know these people but I hardly know their names."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just went on a deleted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i think about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if you have like hundred over friends in your friendster, you'd probably not notice if someone deleted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey i had like sixty over contacts and i still didn't know who deleted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently waiting for adelyn to finish her lunch and call me so we can go and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have for a long time not have thoughts about lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain activity pretty low nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably why I don't blog so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if I'm becoming an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where everything is so usual that its become borin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is going on about getting me a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to laugh in her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wouldn't have been very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis said that her fiance was going to find me a boyfriend the minute he steps on singapore land..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM despite efforts to not eat so much, still pretty much as heavy as highest record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if i want to do anything though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's been considering this machine. I'm sure sharky remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if i want it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five hundred freakin dollars leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115622977303338163?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115622977303338163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115622977303338163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115622977303338163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115622977303338163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-true-fashion-i-have-taken-liking-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115609636482161901</id><published>2006-08-20T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T10:52:44.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Puddle of Mudd- She fuckin hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a girl&lt;br /&gt;Thought she was grand&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Found out first hand&lt;br /&gt;Went well for a week or two&lt;br /&gt;Then it all came unglued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a trap trip I can't grip&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to realize&lt;br /&gt;I was living one big lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ******* hates me&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;She ******* hates me&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;I tried too hard&lt;br /&gt;And she tore my feelings like I had none&lt;br /&gt;And ripped them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was queen for about an hour&lt;br /&gt;After that s*** got sour&lt;br /&gt;She took all I ever had&lt;br /&gt;No sign of guilt&lt;br /&gt;No feeling of bad, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a trap trip I can't grip&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd be the one who'd slip&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to realize&lt;br /&gt;I was living one big lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ******* hates me&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;She ******* hates me&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;I tried too hard&lt;br /&gt;And she tore my feelings like I had none&lt;br /&gt;And ripped them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my story&lt;br /&gt;As you see&lt;br /&gt;Learned my lesson and so did she&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a fool for all I've said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ******* hates me&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;She ******* hates me&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;I tried too hard&lt;br /&gt;And she tore my feelings like I had none&lt;br /&gt;And ripped them away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;And she tore my feelings like I had none&lt;br /&gt;She ******* hates me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a very nice song. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115609636482161901?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115609636482161901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115609636482161901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115609636482161901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115609636482161901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/08/puddle-of-mudd-she-fuckin-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115591722485783541</id><published>2006-08-18T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T09:07:04.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is finally done!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt done within the period that I am supposed to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But done nonetheless~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the theme is about EDWARD SCISSORHANDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuHAHAHAHAHAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAve utterly fallen in love with the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just sooooo sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not about the sweet and innocent part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But about the part where i start saying lame things.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115591722485783541?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115591722485783541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115591722485783541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115591722485783541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115591722485783541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/08/ho-it-is-finally-done-no-doubt-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115557374831959583</id><published>2006-08-14T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:42:28.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALright, new skin's up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor construction still done in some parts .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because i was too impatient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because i need to look at something other than my books which i really need to cause i have a freakin exam on wed and i haven't really touched my ten lovely chapters yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am impossibly getting sloppier every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in secondary school, i would at least do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, poly teachers don't make a big fuss over homework not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that's the thing with trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trust ppl and its human nature to abuse it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major flaw of the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how my mum goes to work and makes me promise to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she comes home finding out i hardly studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have also getting very very sloppy with self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have broken weight record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am sitting on lazy arse typing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blah blah balh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No particular updates la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115557374831959583?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115557374831959583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115557374831959583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115557374831959583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115557374831959583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/08/alright-new-skins-up-minor.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115532167161237890</id><published>2006-08-11T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:41:11.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here's the thing peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nearly three in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is seriously aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get a new chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blog maintenance is still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write more when i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115532167161237890?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115532167161237890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115532167161237890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115532167161237890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115532167161237890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-heres-thing-peeps-its-nearly-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115425415061929534</id><published>2006-07-30T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:09:10.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weather conditions are blah blah blah and blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect for lazing around. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again lazing around can only take so long before it gets utterly BORING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, everything bores me nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not right now though, right now i'm craving kfc, carl's junior and mos burger and , oh, ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferably thick cold very very cold vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betcha thought i was gonna say chocolate right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. I had my serving yesterday. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus have chocolate cake at home,therefore have ample amount of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the chocolate pile in the fridge that my uncle gave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup..definitely have ample amount of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit really craving vanilla right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current favourite song is still sugababes- push the button..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because heidi looks reallllly good in the mv..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you ever had one of your parent's sick you would probably know how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't, lemme tell you its a very scary feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you're an and i quote " IDOT" like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the thing about me is that given the time and energy, I tend to melodramatize the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it takes much energy to dramatize stuff in my mind lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, my brain's a whole blank mass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but.thoughts of when i can go out and spend my father's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, eat more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, i really shouldn't because I have been called a bowling ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt I neglect to notice it, but my new pair of pants really is getting tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REally now..you think i'd be more sensible and cut down and do push ups or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as turtle says and i quote "inertia" has settled in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really i can help it and i really should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only until i really see the urgency of slimming down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the way i see it, what for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a target boytoy anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that after years of wanting to have a target boytoy and finally having a target boytoy and finally realizing that its stupid to have a target boytoy, I'd actually enjoy the freedom i have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling , if i may be rather frank, fuckin lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame the media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd myself for watchin and reading too many romance novels and tv stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever tv stuff may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its media PROPAGANDA I TELL YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, as much as I preach freedom, I gotta have some sort of aim right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously not really la..but its not a nice feeling, feeling lost i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was blown away by my colleague's speech of ambition yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to go overseas and study and get a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then by getting a good job, she'll probably have enough money before she's thirty to open her own shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i call aiming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not over ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aiming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little direction wouldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially one that doesn't involve , "i'll go where ever he goes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I hate those type of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that there's a right to hate them la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all if i had one of those boytoys, i'd actually go where ever he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda especially since its so difficult to just start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like being given something special, naturally when you have something special you feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after a while you get so used to it that when you lose it you feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, don't come and say i don't understand these sort of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really i don't understand these sort of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just telling you guys crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this has probably been the crappiest post I've ever posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nothing but boytoys , food, worrying over sick parent and lazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see any comment about what's the latest on newsweek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously by now you should realize that I am actually a fat dumb brunette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that doesn't sound right, but I really don't have blond hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'd like to make it sound right, honesty really is essential when insulting oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right..that's all the crap in me now.. and i better stop now before i start repeating crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115425415061929534?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115425415061929534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115425415061929534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115425415061929534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115425415061929534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/07/weather-conditions-are-blah-blah-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115406949876487583</id><published>2006-07-27T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:51:38.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day my life changed was the day I heard the sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry but I have a girlfriend "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in those vague words that mean the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know i was never good at relaying exact messages. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that hadn't happened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have known the bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even know that they had potential to be bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't have gotten myself a job I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't have gotten closer to my family of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't have noticed that my family and friends were there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..this is in tribute to ALL YOU PEEPS OUT THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALright i'm sorry it sounds so corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I REALLY MEAN IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm like actually trying to say that it was a blessing in disguise la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWW I feel blessed~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115406949876487583?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115406949876487583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115406949876487583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115406949876487583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115406949876487583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-my-life-changed-was-day-i-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115401580417526008</id><published>2006-07-27T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T08:56:44.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't have to say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Just be close at hand&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to stay forever&lt;br /&gt;I will understand&lt;br /&gt;Believe me believe me&lt;br /&gt;I  can't help but love you&lt;br /&gt;Believe me i'll never tie you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to say you love me- Elvis Presley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olinda sang this tonight at Singapore Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute she stepped onto the stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY BUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum says that she slimed down from 85 kg to 55kg or something ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say no fair. She cheated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used that jean yip thingy..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAve been hooked on the song "Push the button" by sugar babes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mtv for it is kinda..RA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RA as in RATED ADULT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT rara .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i have to admit that the blond girl dancing looks really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O I'm turning homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh...I have to rush for a project..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright maybe rush isn't the word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ..do-finish-by-tomorrow-12-midnight would be right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit its still nagging at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I haven't already told the whole world about it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE CLEARED A ROOM IN MY HOUSE~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough* this is where you insert applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet fathima for our final year project meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, something pops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was ordered MaMa to clear my uncle's room so we could put up the bed frame for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, I started my day waking up at wad 9 that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loitered around until 10 before we got ready to go out for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum had to start work earlier that day so she couldn't walk around with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAuse you know la..my ass is always itchy and i have to walk around if i'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events that happened while i was left alone to walk around was such :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ate MY Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bought lunch for MY MAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Walked past VCD rental shop whilst walking to MAMA's workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gave lunch to MAMA AKA BEGGED HER TO LET ME BORROW SOME VCDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She of course had the common sense to say no and that I needed to save the money for my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.So me being me..decided that *oh fug it, let's just buy a pair NOW and get it over and done with*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. So I withdrew some "not-supposed-to-touch-money" and walked around parkway to find me a pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Of course you know, as everyone else should know by now, I'm an avid fan of Giodarno Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because THEY HAVE MY SIZE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. THEY DIDN"T HAVE MY SIZE...that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd their jeans sales finished the weekend before..&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. So me being the attracted-to-shops-putting-sales /60% off- posters in front of their shops, went in to the LEVI"S STORE..after walking past it 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I went back in an hour later to collect my altered &lt;strong&gt;NEW PAIR OF LEVI"S JEANS!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm sorry but I can't help annoucing it because I STUPIDLY PAID SEVENTY OVER DOLLARS FOR A PAIR OF JEANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Not only that the one hour that I had to wait, I went around shopping for earrings..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Bought me three pairs[ they were on sale~! ] [As usual ] [ LOL ] of earrings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Went home after that, feeling guilty as hell for spending a whole lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. And because I felt guilty, I STARTED CLEARING THE ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, if I hadn't spent that whole lot of money, I wouldn't have cleared the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. And because I was already feeling a bit dizzy before , it got worse after clearing the room for 4 hours. ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. SO I ordeRED KFC BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY BECAUSE I NeEDED TO DRINK PEPSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..someone shoot me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls well that ends well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wasn't that surprised when I told her I spent 70 over dollars on Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even anticipated KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got PISSED about the earrings though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it wasn't so bad spending ...that amount..of money..on something worthwhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pair really is good leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very thick material..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like ross in friends when he wore those leather pants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..sometimes la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST IMPORTANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT FITS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICELY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was ever a pair of jeans I felt gorgoeus in, its this one..wahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright cursor is lagging already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115401580417526008?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115401580417526008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115401580417526008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115401580417526008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115401580417526008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-dont-have-to-say-you-love-me-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115371416996909221</id><published>2006-07-23T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T21:09:29.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to listen to my mum's choice of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they started playing songs you'd hear from sean paul's album..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder what they did when i went to work yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well anywayz, so now i'm back to listening to my choice of songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton- Stars are blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly what i wanted to listen at 11 in the morning , alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt most of you will say "AREN"T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE IN SCHOOL?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here i promptly say " Gee..thanks for your concern..but I"M SICK YOU JACK ASSES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again no doubt you have every right to say " So?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i will say " Oh fuck off chibaichevs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside.. i finally found something my mum would most likely download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywayz, update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have finally[or not]  found an idea for fyp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright maybe found is not the right word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe spent-agonizing-days-and-nights-screwing-my-brain would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, biatch and me were like "oh fyp? wad about fyp? Oh you mean we-haven't-had-a-fuckin-idea-to-do-about-it fyp?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe not no fuckin idea la..but probably several lousy ideas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally we have one that's not as bad as the rest..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough about fyp rant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its work bitching time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever notice that when it comes to work, its realllly easy to bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely easy in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you claim you love your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its still easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least it seems that way to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly..i did a very mean thing this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to undo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in trouble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how you can spend hours planning for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it never turns out as you planned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this morning i decided , "right i'm sick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And didn't go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd planned that today, will be REST DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA STAY IN BED AND SLEEP To MY HEART"S CONTENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here i am..in front of the com again...==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right..maybe shall try that again once my coffee's done and i'm de-caffienated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm really saying a lot of "right" nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115371416996909221?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115371416996909221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115371416996909221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115371416996909221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115371416996909221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/07/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115341294396264631</id><published>2006-07-20T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:29:03.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been having a WRITER"S BLOG BLOCK the couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all have noticed that my entries are getting shorter and further spaced out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I've been bitten by the Fathima bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day I'll even forget my blog address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL. Sorry, inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose there are a few topics i could touch on..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have noticed in that sort of @_@ fangurl fashion that my school recently acquired alot of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRETTY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;boys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biatch said that she was getting very confused as to whether they are very feminine guys or somewhat boyish girls.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is pretty true la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean the way the gel their hair and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can see that they quite vain la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is creepy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i've always viewed the opposite sex as a masculine one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one that gels their hair and wears matching clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I just read that statement i wrote and it doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being fickle minded la. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it isn't so bad that they have fashion sense and look good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they just give me the feeling that they are trying too hard ..@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rantings aside~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with turtle and piggy recently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to plaza singapura and spent a ton of money on the arcade there..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to piggy's house to continue education on mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have since graduated from primary school level to secondary..i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtle started learning mahjong on that day and she's already in JC level..===;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today i was walked back from the bus stop on my way home when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of becoming a nurse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where that thought came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered all the ghost stories I've read that had hospitals in them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's getting scarier as my time in poly passes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..I really don't know what I want to do when I leave school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll really go for that army thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115341294396264631?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115341294396264631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115341294396264631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115341294396264631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115341294396264631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/07/been-having-writers-blog-block-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115315606275844583</id><published>2006-07-17T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T10:07:42.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It got pretty depressing when we were told we weren't eligible for the flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt down right frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I look at my mum and how well she's handling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, its stops being depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other options..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in the end there always will be a light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115315606275844583?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115315606275844583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115315606275844583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115315606275844583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115315606275844583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-got-pretty-depressing-when-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115261896058351889</id><published>2006-07-11T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T04:56:00.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Around the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner, I have  a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this great city with no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet days go by and weeks rush on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I know it a year is gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never see my old friend's face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For life is a swift and terrible race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows I like her just as well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in the days when I rang her bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she rang mine, but we were younger then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we are busy tired men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of playing a foolish game,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of trying to make a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow!" I say "I will call on her just to show I'm thinking of her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the distance between us grows and grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner, yet miles away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's a telegram, sir. " "She died today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what we get and deserve in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner , a vanished friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...was just looking through some emails and found this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115261896058351889?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115261896058351889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115261896058351889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115261896058351889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115261896058351889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/07/around-corner-around-corner-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115258104550161298</id><published>2006-07-10T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:24:05.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because i found this song particularly appealing i shall post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could do a translation la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you all know my chinese sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self -陈绮贞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几次 悔过&lt;br /&gt;掩埋狂妄的恶魔&lt;br /&gt;感觉却好像毁弃善良的自我&lt;br /&gt;几次 脆弱 掩饰&lt;br /&gt;不甘的示弱&lt;br /&gt;再说&lt;br /&gt;我也不特别渴求永久&lt;br /&gt;其实我也无法忠于单一感受&lt;br /&gt;静止了 沉溺了&lt;br /&gt;无声的灭绝&lt;br /&gt;晕眩&lt;br /&gt;是我拒绝你已清醒的双眼&lt;br /&gt;是我招唤你眼底的错觉&lt;br /&gt;就让我用力砸碎轻声的诺言&lt;br /&gt;拥抱瞬间&lt;br /&gt;是我用真实的编造了谎言&lt;br /&gt;也是我用残破的猜测这世界&lt;br /&gt;就让我回应你已失序的狂野&lt;br /&gt;虚伪瞬间&lt;br /&gt;是我&lt;br /&gt;几次 悔过&lt;br /&gt;掩埋狂妄的恶魔&lt;br /&gt;这感觉却好像毁弃了善良的自我&lt;br /&gt;静止了 沉溺了&lt;br /&gt;无声的灭绝&lt;br /&gt;退怯&lt;br /&gt;是我拒绝你已清醒的双眼&lt;br /&gt;是我招唤你眼底的错觉&lt;br /&gt;就让我用力砸碎轻声的诺言&lt;br /&gt;拥抱瞬间&lt;br /&gt;是我用真实的编造了谎言&lt;br /&gt;就算我用残破的猜测这世界&lt;br /&gt;再一次回应你已失序的狂野&lt;br /&gt;我们表演&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;是我用真实的编造了谎言&lt;br /&gt;就算我用残破的证实这世界&lt;br /&gt;再一次让我尝尽犯错的甜美&lt;br /&gt;甜美瞬间&lt;br /&gt;是你带我经过纯洁的瞬间&lt;br /&gt;无悔无邪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-ugGZthPBo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115258104550161298?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115258104550161298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115258104550161298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115258104550161298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115258104550161298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/07/because-i-found-this-song-particularly.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115253353317524877</id><published>2006-07-10T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:12:13.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LoL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS COSFEST 2006!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was dragged by Pwincess YaLi..to see her parade around as a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/patri_cia/cf4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHINSENGUMI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sharky went as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/patri_cia/cf23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARKY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sharky's boyfriend went as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/patri_cia/cf41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARKY"S BOYTOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHILE I WENT AS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/patri_cia/cf21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT SLUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the regulatory introductions, we walked around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/patri_cia/cf65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMAKI FROM OURAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lots of others but I'm too lazy to put them up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we also took other photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another few of Pwincess Yali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/patri_cia/cf42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/patri_cia/cf3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more of all three of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y188/patri_cia/cf60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115253353317524877?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115253353317524877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115253353317524877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115253353317524877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115253353317524877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/07/lol-yesterday-was-cosfest-2006-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115225335846026919</id><published>2006-07-06T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:22:38.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Green Day- Minority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the minority&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your authority&lt;br /&gt;Down with the moral majority&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to be the minority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge allegiance to the underworld&lt;br /&gt;One nation under dog&lt;br /&gt;There of which I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;A face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Unsung, against the mold&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Singled out&lt;br /&gt;The only way I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the minority&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your authority&lt;br /&gt;Down with the moral majority&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to be the minority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped out of the line&lt;br /&gt;Like a sheep runs from the herd&lt;br /&gt;Marching out of time&lt;br /&gt;To my own beat now&lt;br /&gt;The only way I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One light, one mind&lt;br /&gt;Flashing in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;"For crying out loud" she screamed unto me&lt;br /&gt;A free for all&lt;br /&gt;F*** 'em all&lt;br /&gt;You are your own sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the minority&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your authority&lt;br /&gt;Down with the moral majority&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to be the minority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL..Now that's a great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, its time to update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's been up these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spending money like water though lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a shirt from john little a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my mum hadn't stopped me I would have bought :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A bag&lt;br /&gt;2. A pair of heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if my waistline hadn't stopped me, I would have bought on top of that a pair of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing anything to lose weight AND save money though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna die a very poor person . LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, was pretty shocked to hear that brazil and germany got kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad &gt;______&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiLY Allen RocKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QngjaeSkn5Y" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115225335846026919?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115225335846026919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115225335846026919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115225335846026919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115225335846026919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/07/green-day-minority-i-want-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115156777905212767</id><published>2006-06-29T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:56:19.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been a emotionally stressful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 24 hours, i have been insulted three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not say insulted la..but the sort advice-in-your-face sort of thing lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One from an argument with the ever present argumetable sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one from a friend who said it in a very dazed way. Interesting way to insult someone. But like i said, it wasn't meant as an insult. It was meant probably as a i- think- you- better- do- something- about- it- thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be bombarded like this. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does give me something to reflect on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the best thing to do when i have nothing to do. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRom the argument with my sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She claims that i am supremely materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course I REALLY AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably also because i only treat her nicely when i want something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat like the behaviour of a cat lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly la, my sister is sweet and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when she tries to pull that I'm-a-princess-therefore-i-don't-touch-or-do-house chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really get riled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why i am always irritated at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL. My friend if you're reading this you probably know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you probably should know by now that I mean nothing from this topic of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can probably predict from now that we'll probably be talking about this often when we go out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll probably say more things about me that i need to think about, which will probably frustrate me that you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you'll probably do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say it out because it can get very frustrating to know what sort of person i am and not do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i will do anything about it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said two things :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think when you become a mother you'll probably will be very fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is probably true. I get riled up very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I think your husband next time will get you irritated very easily. [ or something like that ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably true as well. Then i'll probably run to your house and bitch to you about my husband . Then i'll also bitch about your husband. Then i'll bitch about my children.Then i'll influence your children into bitches. Or rather little 700s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be the biggest [ not in terms of physical size] bitch after i get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just aren't happy after they're married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen my aunty bitch about everything whenever we have a reunion. There's always a frown on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in her defence, she loves her children. REally loves her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that they drive her crazy most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, i don't know if i could love someone who'll drive me crazy most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll learn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll drive my kids crazy nagging them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, this will only happen WHEN I GET MARRIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it really was an eye opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least now that i know how i really am, i can do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if any of you friends out there, want to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not meaning i'll say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115156777905212767?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115156777905212767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115156777905212767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115156777905212767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115156777905212767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-has-been-emotionally-stressful.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115151891105592376</id><published>2006-06-28T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T11:21:51.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a very ridiculous note, rain looks a bit like javen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a very ridiculous note that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because rain's short hair looks like its styled like javen's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, its 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely i don't feel sleepy but there's nothing to do online anywayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably will go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw this small snippet about how aquarius ppl can get tricked by taurus ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a few words to say about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of hisham and his irritating singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You Bloody Fool"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115151891105592376?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115151891105592376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115151891105592376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115151891105592376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115151891105592376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-very-ridiculous-note-rain-looks-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115149123157463735</id><published>2006-06-28T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T03:40:31.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Avenue Q- If you were gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;Aah, an afternoon alone with&lt;br /&gt;My favorite book, "Broadway&lt;br /&gt;Musicals of the 1940s."&lt;br /&gt;No roommate to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;How could it get any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;Oh,hi Rod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;Hi Nicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;Hey Rod, you'll never&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happened to&lt;br /&gt;Me on the subway this morning.&lt;br /&gt;This guy was smiling at me and talking to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;That's very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;He was being real friendly,&lt;br /&gt;And I think he was coming on to me. &lt;br /&gt;I think he might've thought I was gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, so, uh, why are you telling me this? &lt;br /&gt;Why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;What did you have for lunch today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't have to get&lt;br /&gt;All defensive about it, Rod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT getting defensive!&lt;br /&gt;What do I care about some gay guy you met, okay?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I didn't mean anything by it, Rod. &lt;br /&gt;I just think it's something we should be able to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;Nicky! This conversation is over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, but just so you know —&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE GAY&lt;br /&gt;THAT'D BE OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN 'CAUSE, HEY,&lt;br /&gt;I'D LIKE YOU ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU SEE,&lt;br /&gt;IF IT WERE ME,&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD FEEL FREE&lt;br /&gt;TO SAY THAT I WAS GAY&lt;br /&gt;(BUT I'M NOT GAY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;Nicky, please!&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to read....&lt;br /&gt;What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE QUEER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Nicky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;I'D STILL BE HERE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;Nicky, I'm trying to read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;YEAR AFTER YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;Nicky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU'RE DEAR&lt;br /&gt;TO ME,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;AND I KNOW THAT YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;WOULD ACCEPT ME TOO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;I would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;IF I TOLD YOU TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;"HEY! GUESS WHAT,&lt;br /&gt;I'M GAY!"&lt;br /&gt;(BUT I'M NOT GAY.)&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;JUST BEING WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;High Button Shoes, Pal Joey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT SHOULD IT&lt;br /&gt;MATTER TO ME&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOU DO IN BED&lt;br /&gt;WITH GUYS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;Nicky, that's GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;No it's not!&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE GAY&lt;br /&gt;I'D SHOUT HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;I am not listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;AND HERE I'D STAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WOULDN'T GET&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN COUNT ON ME&lt;br /&gt;TO ALWAYS BE&lt;br /&gt;BESIDE YOU EVERY DAY,&lt;br /&gt;TO TELL YOU IT'S OKAY,&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE JUST BORN&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAY,&lt;br /&gt;AND, AS THEY SAY,&lt;br /&gt;IT'S IN YOUR DNA,&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M NOT GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY&lt;br /&gt;If you were gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/86000/15/avenue_q__if_you_were_gay&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115149123157463735?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115149123157463735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115149123157463735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115149123157463735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115149123157463735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/06/avenue-q-if-you-were-gay-rod-aah.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115141110234660309</id><published>2006-06-27T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T05:28:19.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's talk about love today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that i'm only talking about this after i've watched that stupid movie , which was by the way very very touching, but still stupid , Love actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also note that I'm only talking about this only after i've seen squirrel twice today. When i reallly didn't expect to see him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt the fact that i purposely chose food court X where he would probably be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really didn't expect him to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw i was wearing this very nice shirt that made me look ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is honestly to me a horrible horrible thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially in regards to love - a boyfriend/girlfriend wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its horrible because when you're in love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forget about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you think of is everything about that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its horribly horribly out of your control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it throws you into an ultimate chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love Actually, there was this guy who fell in love with his best friend's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he couldn't tell her, for the obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he was horrid to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she always wondered why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she found out from the wedding video he took of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every second in that video had her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she asked him why he was always so horried to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he claimed it was a self preservation technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on christmas, he made que cards to tell her the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soooooo niceee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was completely off topic wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwayz, i hate squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how i lose control when he's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how happy i was just being in his presence during that period of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for being so stupid, because he's obviously not worth it and he's probably broken dozens of other hearts as well, which means i'm just one in those dozens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hate remembering how he seems to give me hints but then they aren't hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH HE WERE GAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYmcz40WlqY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, nice song  and nice dance moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain RawKs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115141110234660309?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115141110234660309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115141110234660309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115141110234660309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115141110234660309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/06/lets-talk-about-love-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115130482119525537</id><published>2006-06-25T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:53:41.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNYh7K4Zg5A" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a freakin nice song la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LoL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And RAIN LOOKS SOOO GOOD IN WHITE!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright have officially gone off the meter in fandom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;===;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So much so that i haven't touched my text books since last night..==;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my exam is ..tomororw..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LoL..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argh..I'm sooo bored!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm..I guess then..i'll just post a really long post about stuff..==;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mum recently got this bottle of hair dye for free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its been sitting on that tiny dressing table of ours since thursday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I HAVE NEVER FELT SO TEMPTED TO DYE MY HAIR IN MY LIFE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i'm sorta resisting the urge to dye it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause the last time i did it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a total waste of dye. ==;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The original colour of my hair could not be dyed over. ==;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BAH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115130482119525537?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115130482119525537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115130482119525537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115130482119525537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115130482119525537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-freakin-nice-song-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115100457150928914</id><published>2006-06-22T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T10:03:59.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Song from the korean drama - fullhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know love&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know it’d come like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to control my heart when it comes to love&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t have started if I knew it’d be like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it’s too late to turn back, I’m having regrets&lt;br /&gt;I hoped you wouldn’t be love&lt;br /&gt;I hoped that you wouldn’t be my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I didn’t love you&lt;br /&gt;I hoped we were just passing acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;Because all I’ll have left is pain&lt;br /&gt;But even so, I want you&lt;br /&gt;It’s making me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wrong start.&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I saw it as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed I could let you go any time&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to avoid your love&lt;br /&gt;But I long for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped you wouldn’t be love&lt;br /&gt;I hoped that you wouldn’t be my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I didn’t love you&lt;br /&gt;I hoped we were just passing acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;Because all I’ll have left is pain&lt;br /&gt;But even so, I want you&lt;br /&gt;It’s making me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do anything about it&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I must erase you...&lt;br /&gt;Makes my life harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAin is SOOOOO cuTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that..i'm sorry i haven't updated~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;___&lt;&gt;____________&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS BITTEN BY THE TURTLE BUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i have to say five things about myself that no one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate pineapples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always sting even when i don't drink water after eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there's this possiblility of something called conditioned reflex action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I claim not to like popstars. But somehow i've totally fallen in love with someone as corny as BI RAIN FROM KOREA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch his video and you'll find out how corny he can get..==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE HAS THE CUTEST SMILE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SO far, i have not found a single beef noodle stall that makes better beef noodles than the one in parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm  very very fussy about my beef noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like being called pretty . hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aunty at HANS told my mum i was pretty and i floated on cloud nine all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm thinking my boyfriend will only become my boyfriend after he gets the approval from,&lt;br /&gt;firstly , my friends, myself and most importantly, my family AKA my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he can't get along with my father , than..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where i haven't thought about how I will get along with his side yet.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REcently i watched this korean drama called fullhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to summarize the story here though..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'd like to have someone like the main male character as a husband wor~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..Soooo cuteee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i'm out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TireDz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115100457150928914?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115100457150928914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115100457150928914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115100457150928914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115100457150928914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/06/song-from-korean-drama-fullhouse-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-115003409854330708</id><published>2006-06-11T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T06:54:58.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So after one week of holiday in the not-singapore region of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' m back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd how was the holiday, you would ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FUCKIN FANTASTIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seriously reached the point of my consideration of not coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose the malaysian side had an advantage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was treated like a queen there~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had...NO HOMEWORK, NO CHORES, NO NEED FOR WASHING THE DISHES,NO NEED FOR CLEARING THE TABLE AND MOST OF ALL, I HAD FIVE COURSE MEALS EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Neverwinter nights was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so that did deserve a little bit of an explanation..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I HAVE A BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who lives in malaysia and basically gets the treatment which i got, throughout the week of holiday, except he gets it all year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently my brother like all other boys, is a computer geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who loves playing computer games and can play them for several hours at a go, sometimes even way past midnight, which is an incredible feat since the house gets scary after midnight but that's a off topic, i shall come back to that later. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my brother got this RPG called NEVERWINTER NIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which i started playing because my usual "pester on parent to send me out shopping" trick didn't work this round and i was so crushed i actually started playing that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you're wondering how i actually got addicted to that game, because i've never been known to get addicted to anything for more than a few hours, here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being one of the characters in LOTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except your story is not played out until you , yourself play it out in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's fuckin fun seh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i couldn't help it...its just that this game really got me addicted lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to other matters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the only other thing i don't really like about my grandma's house is the fact that everyone else sleeps before 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which will be pretty creepy when you're some idiot who stays up until two to play some RPG that has &lt;em&gt;oh lions and tigers and bears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so neverwinter nights never had lions and tigers, they did have bears and they had ogres , zombies and a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the creepy thing about staying up after midnight there is the fact that the computer faces the staircase leading down which will be creepily dark after everyone turns in and i suppose it doesn't help that my sister and cousin claims that they've heard a lady crying in the middle of the night which was then affirmed by my mother and my auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made things pretty frustrating cause i'd be the idiot who'd make really strong tea at night and have to deal with insomnia for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as much as insomnia goes, ghosts scare me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on my last night there i made it a point to actually stop playing the game by 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which at that point of time i actually heard the screaming. ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..not funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-115003409854330708?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/115003409854330708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=115003409854330708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115003409854330708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/115003409854330708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-after-one-week-of-holiday-in-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24186994.post-114914212397112250</id><published>2006-05-31T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T05:52:14.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Are you a child of 70's, 80's or 90's?&lt;br /&gt;* 80's dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...okay..i'm not a dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just a form of expression. ==;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;* That red brick hospital in johor bahru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were born in another country how old&lt;br /&gt;were you when you came here?&lt;br /&gt;* 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did you enjoy your childhood?&lt;br /&gt;* Oh you know..same old same old...wage war against old ppl and boys..yup..pretty standard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you were a kid what did you want to be&lt;br /&gt;when you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;* A lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite toy when you were&lt;br /&gt;little?&lt;br /&gt;* heh..barbie! When i had imagination and could think up of all sorts of way to get her to die tragically. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lego!~ I loved building houses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Name the first memorable vacation you took as a&lt;br /&gt;kid.&lt;br /&gt;* The trip to penang...we actually got to swim in the river~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt we were also creeped out from all the unknown insects but yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your first best friend's name?&lt;br /&gt;* Yea..so there were two..One was joanna..and the other was...SHARKY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is he/she still your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;* Well..joanna sort of like disappeared from sight after sec school..so that kinda left me with sharky~! Which i sort of irritate on a monthly basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How did you meet your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;* SharKY!! HeH~ I actually have a legitimate reason to tell the story now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO it all started in primary school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of primary 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: *carrying bag down the stairs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharky: What'cha dowin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blinks* Goin howme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharky: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Its time to go home right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharky : *stares unblinking* No, its rwecess time.*idiot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OOoH...*no wonder mummy didn't come*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow we ended up having lunch together with her granddad and my mum...and then yea...lol&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can you name all the schools you ever&lt;br /&gt;attended?&lt;br /&gt;*Kc primary, kc sec and singapore poly. wow i just felt my brain cells die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was your first crush?&lt;br /&gt;* That er-hu fella from swiss cottage...whoa those were nice fingers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Were you a shy quiet kid or a very wild and&lt;br /&gt;rowdy kid?&lt;br /&gt;* Shy..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When you were little what did you do for fun?&lt;br /&gt;* We played catching ~ Whee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Were you closer to your Mom or Dad as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;* Heh...both leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any embarrassing school stories&lt;br /&gt;to share?&lt;br /&gt;* hmm..there was once when i had to act as a rapper's junkie fan..O_o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the first record, tape or CD you&lt;br /&gt;remember buying?&lt;br /&gt;* Wu yue Tian~ Shi guang ji album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How old did you want to be when you get&lt;br /&gt;married?&lt;br /&gt;* Hmm..ideally i would like it to be bout 25?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How old to have kids?&lt;br /&gt;* 27?More than two years in the house with that twit will bore me to death..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Were you scared of anything?&lt;br /&gt;* heh..lotsa stuff O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What was your favorite class in school?&lt;br /&gt;* heh..i never had one ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Did you buy school lunch or bring your own?&lt;br /&gt;* heh...back when food used to cost 50 cents a bowl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Broken any bones?&lt;br /&gt;* Not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Were you a meanie head or miss princess?&lt;br /&gt;* heee...in between?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite board game of all time?&lt;br /&gt;* Monopoly..lol...there's no thrill like evading paying rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Did you play house or pretend to be a super&lt;br /&gt;hero?&lt;br /&gt;* O_O HISHAM!I CAN"T BELIEVE YOU NEVER HEARD OF HOUSE! That's lousy&lt;br /&gt;I like played house every day~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Random memory from when you were a kid.&lt;br /&gt;* During any public holidays there used to be very nice shows..I miss those days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Seriously. are you still just a kid at heart?&lt;br /&gt;* LiKe YEa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HeH...do it or ..don't..you know..whatever..[adapted from "Along came Polly]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24186994-114914212397112250?l=ri-ji.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/feeds/114914212397112250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24186994&amp;postID=114914212397112250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/114914212397112250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24186994/posts/default/114914212397112250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ri-ji.blogspot.com/2006/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kosh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03921441064715178615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
