<?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-8599166884473757185</id><updated>2011-08-02T07:54:53.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reisylia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-7939987452816397355</id><published>2010-05-13T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:16:59.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S-vflzqO5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZGwAEje9Yag/s1600/queenb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S-vflzqO5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZGwAEje9Yag/s400/queenb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470712012987098514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S-vezuycRjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/j41Pk_EJLII/s1600/queenb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get lost :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-7939987452816397355?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/7939987452816397355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=7939987452816397355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7939987452816397355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7939987452816397355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_13.html' title='.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S-vflzqO5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZGwAEje9Yag/s72-c/queenb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-76649135911763688</id><published>2010-05-09T20:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:35:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>えーへええええ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S-ak_FoQQPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bNsRMl32aoA/s1600/Screenshot-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S-ak_FoQQPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bNsRMl32aoA/s400/Screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469240201237774578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;可愛いかしら？&lt;br /&gt;ぶひ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i miss my sims. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;that's a screenshot from one of my sim families.&lt;br /&gt;i thought the kid was so adorable so. #_#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell your mothers that i said happy mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been working on a lefty journal.&lt;br /&gt;trying to learn how to write with my left hand.&lt;br /&gt;i write at least 10 sentences in the journal everyday with my left hand &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;my handwriting: its still untidy, but i'm sure it'll work out after more practice.&lt;br /&gt;you may think that its a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;だけど。。私はそう信じない。&lt;br /&gt;何故なら、&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S-aoMlQ02oI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Fn2OBXhy_qA/s1600/dwc+meiko.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S-aoMlQ02oI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Fn2OBXhy_qA/s400/dwc+meiko.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469243731602627202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;楽しいだから。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-76649135911763688?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/76649135911763688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=76649135911763688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/76649135911763688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/76649135911763688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='えーへええええ'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S-ak_FoQQPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bNsRMl32aoA/s72-c/Screenshot-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-1458330270335321644</id><published>2010-04-29T18:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:41:25.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEY 1 UPDATE A MONTH i win.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c387/BabyNeko/55178a10b8b851ad6f3c6225d045e7a6-2.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks. i know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S9leAHxZYyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2_Umps3B9JM/s1600/glfb+bgless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S9leAHxZYyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2_Umps3B9JM/s400/glfb+bgless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465502978970051362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the father and son&lt;/span&gt; that's kazu and kei from the previous post. i actually finished it a few weeks.. or a month ago, but i was just too &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i will be summoned to hell for being lazy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to post it up. i didn't even visit any blogs, not even my own, until today. i don't blog hop (&lt;&lt; is that the right term?) anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. its been a little frustrating for me lately. or should i say pressurizing? apparently people turned ogre on me. nefarious stuff. when i don't wanna work, then i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but e-heeeh. longboards. digital cameras. rollerblades. food?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should get a part-time job afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hoping that the new banner looks okay, compared to all my past fleur-de-lys ones.&lt;br /&gt;i got kinda sick of the monotoney (no such word) so i thought i'd give Colour a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to draw properly these days. but i'm sure i'll get my drift back. somehow. some day some time at some hour and a certain minute. but before that day/time/hour/minute arrives, all i can say is "sheet. what's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time for dinner. my big brother is coming over for dinner after work :D yeh-aye&lt;br /&gt;bye, and bon appétit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1458330270335321644?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/1458330270335321644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=1458330270335321644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1458330270335321644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1458330270335321644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2010/04/yey-1-update-month-i-win.html' title='YEY 1 UPDATE A MONTH i win.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S9leAHxZYyI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2_Umps3B9JM/s72-c/glfb+bgless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-3250179049967304272</id><published>2010-03-27T21:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:41:39.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh sheet wawawow</title><content type='html'>it's the end of march already?&lt;br /&gt;my last post before this was done on january? too lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here's a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S64HqSWhF_I/AAAAAAAAANw/7DGAJJHfXR8/s1600/glfb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S64HqSWhF_I/AAAAAAAAANw/7DGAJJHfXR8/s400/glfb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453304621854431218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, well. busy. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding the drawing i did of kazu and kei:&lt;br /&gt;who the hell are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have terrible IQ, then lemme 教えてあげる.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a: they are father and son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so i heard that holidays are running out so spend them properly &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: don't fret over glfb. it just means "get lost, fagbag."&lt;br /&gt;i titled that drawing as "glfb" because they look really uninviting (it was intended. i epic fail at drawing fluff.) soooo :&gt; tyhi. (another one. tyhi = there you have it. not thank you hi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must be thinking shit, szeh. stop using shortforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-3250179049967304272?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3250179049967304272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=3250179049967304272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3250179049967304272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3250179049967304272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-sheet-wawawow.html' title='oh sheet wawawow'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S64HqSWhF_I/AAAAAAAAANw/7DGAJJHfXR8/s72-c/glfb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-7666578749876789371</id><published>2010-01-26T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T03:22:59.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sick of freakin' titles.</title><content type='html'>..   -.-. .- -. .----. -   .... . .-.. .--.   -... ..- -   -.-. .-. -.-- .-.-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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titles.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-7994905687771410445</id><published>2010-01-21T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T01:47:20.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cs2 revival.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S1dBOMe1TaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kc3nE32gqy4/s1600-h/axel+bleh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S1dBOMe1TaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kc3nE32gqy4/s400/axel+bleh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428879587942944162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;axel: hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cs2 is finally on my new comp so it's time to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;night night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-7994905687771410445?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/7994905687771410445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=7994905687771410445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7994905687771410445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7994905687771410445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2010/01/cs2-revival.html' title='cs2 revival.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S1dBOMe1TaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/kc3nE32gqy4/s72-c/axel+bleh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-1186670994205957858</id><published>2010-01-19T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:32:41.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coughs are gayer than gays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S1Wwa6M1cZI/AAAAAAAAANI/aECLNXE7h1s/s1600-h/renose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S1Wwa6M1cZI/AAAAAAAAANI/aECLNXE7h1s/s400/renose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428438902211178898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TAG RENO YOU'RE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still ill with a cough and sorethroat.&lt;br /&gt;gaygaygaygaygay&lt;br /&gt;gaygaygaygaygay&lt;br /&gt;gaygaygaygaygay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a really nice blouse with cekath (CK) today. yuping came after that but went to do her nails. when we were hunting for ce's shoes they noticed that i was half dead so they allowed me to go home to rest. i don't know why i was so listless but nevermind, it's probably because i'm ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i said i don't know and i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall i add that i officially have a new born runny nose in the viral family? haha, joy.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh at any rate i just don't want to be sick next week since i got myself a part time job (thanks to kayx and ce. thanks a lot guys :D) and will be starting training the following week. had the interview yesterday which went quite well, and the manager is so motherly. haha, she's so sweet :) i hope i pick things up quickly. and i'm gonna have to get contact lenses since glasses are inconvenient. i already have 3 contact lens instructors, heehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, kudos and godspeed to yuping and ce who are working tomorrow! work hard and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1186670994205957858?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/S1Wwa6M1cZI/AAAAAAAAANI/aECLNXE7h1s/s72-c/renose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-5434319906507717262</id><published>2010-01-03T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:59:08.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gurgle</title><content type='html'>happy.. new year, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must be joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been ill since new year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;it's fever + diarrhea + tummy aches. they just come whenever they feel like it without a timetable. they even work overtime by haunting me at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's so special about 2010. it's 2009+1.&lt;br /&gt;of course we have different views about the new year. most of you are probably making new year resolutions. or doing some sanguine thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 24 hours a day, how you wish to spend that 24 hours is up to you. so why not live it happily?&lt;br /&gt;... is what they say. that is not a simple thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure. i'd like to do that if i weren't tied down to being sick. tell me how you'd live 24 hours while smiling when there's something churning in your intestines and something twisting your damn stomach like a towel, wanting to spill your gut juice. mine will spill any time. i haven't vomitted yet and haven't done so since pri 3, though i think i will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i post something when i'm so damn sick.&lt;br /&gt;because regardless of whether i sit on a chair or lie in bed it makes no bloody difference. the pain is still bearable now so it feels indifferent. i only lie down when my stomach starts throbbing or when i have nothing to do while sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i even write this anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8599166884473757185.post-1247527892478640513</id><published>2009-12-23T19:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:44:16.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>impedance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SzIAbxfISFI/AAAAAAAAANA/uvnqPsfKaOk/s1600-h/fb+advertisements.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SzIAbxfISFI/AAAAAAAAANA/uvnqPsfKaOk/s400/fb+advertisements.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418393778820499538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was reading manga (i am still, actually.)&lt;br /&gt;at least it's not a pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huge thanks to people who gave me xmas presents. i love them all :D&lt;br /&gt;and ce, I OWE YOU ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, have a jolly christmas, whether you're going to celebrate it or not.&lt;br /&gt;if you're not going anywhere on that day then just buy a logcake and eat it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RING ding dong ring ding dong ring DIGGIE DING DIGGIE DING DING DING&lt;br /&gt;BUTTERFL-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1247527892478640513?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/1247527892478640513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=1247527892478640513' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-5033864153644686907</id><published>2009-12-16T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:52:17.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got my gaming pc.</title><content type='html'>i got my gaming pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played flyff for 20 days. and now i'm sick of it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go buy stuff by myself to avoid xmas spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of spoilers, yuping just gave me a bunch of spoilers for a taiwan human drama that i like a lot. YUPINGGG i know you did it on purpose. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my gaming pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i noticed that my blogskin has always stayed this way (i just edit html codes and change the banners whenever i feel like it) but like i care. i like it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you use the elevator please don't press the buttons for every freaking level. you're wasting the time of the next batch of people who utilize the elevator. it's not like your legs are getting off at B1 and your head, rolling out at level 5. if your fingers are so fit to mesh lift buttons why don't you climb the stairs and train your legs too, dumb fuck?&lt;br /&gt;the reason for elevator breakdowns are probably 70% due to you and your dam(n)ation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rofl, and sorry for the denying of accesses previously. i thought i'd edit the html codes for a bit that's why i enabled the viewing of the blog to only the author. bye, i got my gaming pc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-5033864153644686907?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/5033864153644686907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=5033864153644686907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5033864153644686907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5033864153644686907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-got-my-gaming-pc.html' title='i got my gaming pc.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-7783281517849283316</id><published>2009-11-05T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:50:22.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if there's anyone who needs their links updated, just tag me.</title><content type='html'>that's all i wanted to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-7783281517849283316?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/7783281517849283316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=7783281517849283316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7783281517849283316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7783281517849283316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-theres-anyone-who-needs-their-links.html' title='if there&apos;s anyone who needs their links updated, just tag me.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-2003973051344180312</id><published>2009-11-02T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:29:22.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erron and lou. just drew and coloured them yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Su7ZiyiqR5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/paWUulpkGMA/s1600-h/ron+lou+original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Su7ZiyiqR5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/paWUulpkGMA/s400/ron+lou+original.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399492194969733010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuh.&lt;br /&gt;drawing damnitiknowthecolouringisbadhahah that's what i've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;and catching up with naruto shippuden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;o levels have fucked us over but there's no time for that.&lt;br /&gt;so hell, chillax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i've been overly dry and i thought that&lt;br /&gt;if we have too many bus stops, all of us will grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;you should know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't posted shit since the ice age and i'm posting after watching episode 111 of naruto shippuden.. it's becoming cooler by the minute, and kinda sad as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's november. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH OH HAHA&lt;br /&gt;to explain, SITEX is in november and it is now november.&lt;br /&gt;GEDIT? gaming pc on 26 nov. i asked my bro to go with me to the fair. yeeeeeeeees&lt;br /&gt;i am so bloody EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait at all. but i have to. darn. there are so many games i wanna play after i get my comp. UEARGHHHHHHH GAMING CELLS ACTIVATED but [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deactivates them with a remote control&lt;/span&gt;] not the right time for them to show up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;just yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;just yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;just yet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;just yet.&lt;/span&gt; (echo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am left with geography, biology, f&amp;amp;n and science paper 1. that's 4. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-2003973051344180312?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Su7ZiyiqR5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/paWUulpkGMA/s72-c/ron+lou+original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-7697571945399045490</id><published>2009-09-16T11:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:26:35.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acknowledgement for inventiveness</title><content type='html'>though this is utterly prosaic, i do not understand and never will even if such continues for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows msn.&lt;br /&gt;most people write in short forms, which is extremely normal.&lt;br /&gt;there are people like me who type in full, and there are people like my friends who type in short forms. it's not like i mind it. in fact, i don't mind anything that is legible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot to mention the unparalleled class of netizens (mx taught me the word today :D). they go out of their way to lengthen almost any word in their vocabulary. of course we should notice their efforts. and of course, i'm not talking about the siinqqaporeans/twiitties. to hell with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking about the people who go out of their way to spell out the punctuations they use, and wrongly, of course. i've used "of course" for 3 times now and i don't give a rat's ass about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i don't know if you encounter dotters before, but i certainly have.&lt;br /&gt;and damn right are they annoying.&lt;br /&gt;when i chat with them, and when i say something that's perhaps uninteresting or vapid they go "DOTS..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being creative, singapore encourages that. but shouldn't it be "FULL STOPS..."?&lt;br /&gt;i even hear people say that in public.&lt;br /&gt;i even hear males uttering that irksome word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it because they couldn't finish the sentence that they were saying? or perhaps they were creating a climax by saying something about "dots" and adding a pause "..." behind.&lt;br /&gt;but i concluded that that is definitely not the case. talking about "dots" is duller than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell. if you dotters still insist on innovation, go ahead and use it till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. jo, celia won back the money you lost the other time! hahaha, she won it back at kath's place when we were playing monopoly. she won it back in POUNDS. i even took a picture, will post it up next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you think that P.S. marked the end of my post.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy to say that it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dotters, i made this 2 years ago and i was starting to think that i'll never put it to use. but finally, a golden opportunity. this is from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SrZVByx1RJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h9dz2Xwl930/s1600-h/fudesu.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SrZVByx1RJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h9dz2Xwl930/s400/fudesu.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383583893867021458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, you don't need to learn japanese to understand this.&lt;br /&gt;the hiragana in red is my name, and everything below it is what i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you still don't get it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fu"&gt;click on this if you think you're smart as hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-7697571945399045490?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SrZVByx1RJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/h9dz2Xwl930/s72-c/fudesu.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-3633943014333799408</id><published>2009-09-10T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:23:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch this, kora.</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWEOHd9JNmk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;死ぬ気で見ろよ、こら！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-3633943014333799408?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3633943014333799408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-8599166884473757185.post-8285771275166346427</id><published>2009-09-05T10:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:49:01.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll never (ever) get sick of lmc's boys &amp; girls pv.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SqHJPuRIN5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/gGuCZ-BQBKU/s1600-h/wataru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SqHJPuRIN5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/gGuCZ-BQBKU/s400/wataru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377800702012176274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wataru of 12012&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad school uniforms don't look like that. i'd spend a whole year in detention for late coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless of how well / badly i do for my o levels, i'm still gonna go jamming. i haven't touched a drumset for monkey months and i miss it like hell. although i'm no good at it, i still miss making noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tuition-less today 'cause my brother and sis in law are going to malaysia for fun, so it's off day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;happy birthday to mark and melvin koko &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-8285771275166346427?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/8285771275166346427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SpqrYDq-4LI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1zECbD3Gj4w/s1600-h/DSC02880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SpqrYDq-4LI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1zECbD3Gj4w/s400/DSC02880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375797535010906290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy 7th month to those who believe in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i've been drawing. but i'm not posting them all up because you will lag very badly. so i'll just put up the most recent ones. i'll try to accompany every post with a drawing :] please comment constructively on the tagboard if possible! anything is fine. i really want to draw well, so i gotta improve on mistakes / flaws in my art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dino from KHR (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i drew this on my whiteboard. i wish to get a bigger whiteboard because i only had the other half of the whiteboard to write on after i drew this. dino stayed on for almost a month, or maybe just 2.5 weeks before i erased him today. he forgot to pay the rent for the space he was taking up on my whiteboard... joke. I'M SORRY DINO I SHOULDN'T HAVE ERASED YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SpqrZQngJ9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/c2UXgPLyvSg/s1600-h/DSC02902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SpqrZQngJ9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/c2UXgPLyvSg/s400/DSC02902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375797555665840082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raul / Raulle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i had a nap at 6pm and drew him when i woke up at 9pm in CS2. you might have heard of Raul before from my ex blog, or rather, livejourn. i don't know. he used to have red hair and red eyes, but i decided to change his look (i guess) and he's sweaty + in a sleeveless. but i love athletic guys so i really love him :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SpqrZkRTbVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EmIgJCOhLQ0/s1600-h/raulle1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SpqrZkRTbVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EmIgJCOhLQ0/s400/raulle1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375797560941440338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;happy teacher's day&lt;/span&gt; to those who deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-8812729323663697712?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/8812729323663697712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=8812729323663697712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8812729323663697712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8812729323663697712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-life-poops-on-you-drawing-is-best.html' title='when life poops on you, drawing is the best bet'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SpqrYqBlsaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/i174mWGm2wQ/s72-c/DSC02899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-2410125116790843006</id><published>2009-08-17T14:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:33:24.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures at last.. the real deal.</title><content type='html'>last friday and last saturday = toyfair frenzy with jo and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't buy anything on friday because i didn't bring enough cash because i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; that i won't be needing money there. so wrong. hahaha. so i asked jo if she was free to accompany me on the next day. thanks a lot for going with me again, jo! (and your friends too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had tuition at my bro's place first the next day which was saturday, then i borrowed a digicam from my sis in law. thank you so much for lending me the cam jaslin jiejie :D i still call my sis in law jiejie because.. she sounds younger that way. she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i met jo and co. at suntec. i went there myself first. the trip was totally boring, because it was as if i had some issues for that entire day. going to sembewang alone, going back home alone, going to suntec alone. i listened to playlists in my ipod the whole time but it's really still better to speak to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got some stuff. i took some pictures of Blythe dolls.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for some random jerks &lt;-- not referring to the people in the background, but my jerky hand while taking the pictures. /show  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Soj6bbyWMYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Dj1Zv7xYOMk/s1600-h/DSC02743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Soj94Y7Ja2I/AAAAAAAAALo/OM7gS8kW1Gc/s320/DSC02753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370821700844350306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Soj93_CmUWI/AAAAAAAAALg/ED0cRBv7geI/s1600-h/DSC02752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Soj93_CmUWI/AAAAAAAAALg/ED0cRBv7geI/s320/DSC02752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370821693896282466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you don't lag. i didn't wanna rescale them in paint because if i do i'd be killing the details on their clothes which overthrows the purpose of borrowing a digi cam from my sis in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom dislikes them, except for the one in the 6th picture. LOL D:&lt;br /&gt;but she adores the cream puffs i got for her from chewy junior at bugis (i went there to meet celia and yampaste on saturday after i went to the toyfair with jo and co.) YOU GOTTA BUY THEIR CREAM PUFFS. sugar pop crunch would be my #1 recommendation. it's extraordinary. i don't see it on their site menu for some reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i bought from the toyfairrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Soj951HTVaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2RMDgFt-SmQ/s1600-h/DSC02785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Soj951HTVaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2RMDgFt-SmQ/s320/DSC02785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370821725591393698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Soj95eXv3II/AAAAAAAAAL4/Nmm8oQbs1DQ/s1600-h/DSC02759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Soj95eXv3II/AAAAAAAAAL4/Nmm8oQbs1DQ/s320/DSC02759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370821719486356610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave luffy to kath because i already have one. my capybaras and cat and dog purses are still wrapped. i don't know if i'll ever use them... o_o; but i know that i'm definitely going again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims are over.. and interim lax won't do shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-2410125116790843006?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/2410125116790843006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=2410125116790843006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2410125116790843006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2410125116790843006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-at-last-real-deal.html' title='pictures at last.. the real deal.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Soj6bbyWMYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Dj1Zv7xYOMk/s72-c/DSC02743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-9126193856988308149</id><published>2009-08-13T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:53:14.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll love everyone in khr in this life and the imminent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SoPtPEY-dGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hesqdZ987qQ/s1600-h/1231991501681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SoPtPEY-dGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hesqdZ987qQ/s400/1231991501681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369396023888082018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(L) x 500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: BYAKUSHI i'm so sorry you're #2.5 now.&lt;br /&gt;#1 is shared by hibarigokuderamukurotsunayamamotoryoheilamborebornsqualodinoxanxushibirdipinharulal+++&lt;br /&gt;#2 is for long john silver's salsa cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lol silent hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been engaging in various activities lately. such as buying posters, buying posters, and buying posters. i've also bought posters and i go out to buy posters often too. sometimes when it's dull, i buy a poster and then i'll buy a poster. but i have a life so it's not just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a tongue, but it's not for boot licking... so i refuse to fraternize with people who do not share similar interests. before the sentences mislead you, i'd like to say that&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to be misled, then i must say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is your bloody business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't swore in awhile, i'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as i was saying, other than buying posters i /have/ been doing other things. watching anime, doing math WTF oh shit i just cussed lolz OMG THE WORLD IS ENDING but no, i really have been doing math. not everyday, though. my brain wouldn't be able to take it. i've been learning katakana and hiragana too and drawing and drinking water and eating sleeping shitting peeing saving money getting addicted to long john silver's salsa cheese flipping through dictionaries buying blu tack pasting posters in my room syncing vids into ipod typing nonsense eating at random times eating whenever i feel like it swimming combing my hair looking at the clock going to comics connection. there are more but i don't think i should continue. i'd lose a great deal of marks for missing punctuations indeed. whoever that can read starting from "i've been learning" to the next fullstop in one breath shall be crowned king. king of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims are almost done with, though i'm kinda sad since we gotta have our normal lessons again. i really enjoy going for a paper and going home after that. it's not as arduous as staying in school from morning to noon. as you know, the weather has been merciless lately. it's too warm, and it makes it hard to pay attention in class since it makes me sleepy. i don't know about you. i don't think anyone would be rejoicing in class while sweating and scream "SWEATING IN CLASS ROCKS, IT MAKES IT EASIER TO PAY ATTENTION!!!" you need a shrink. we don't go to school for cardio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am honestly taking a break from watching anime and whatever i have listed up in the 6th para. although i would love to play games instead of writing shit, i've completed my quests in diablo 2 and my disney kitchen is boring me to death. my brother has a copy of call of duty 4 but OF COURSE! my computer won't be able to take it :p and hence the saving money part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i like that game. if i had a choice i'd get fallout 3 first. BUT cpu comes first. no shit. i won't be able to check out the upcoming cosfest because i'll be having geography remediation with my sis-in-law. although i'll be missing out on free-flowing eyecandy but ohhhh well. take loads of photos jo and mx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you like classical music, you should listen to Requiem For a Tower. if you've watched LOTR, you would know. but i didn't watch it. okay, i didn't watch ALL of it. but it's great. i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also heard that star wars is a great anime i mean movie, but somehow i can't bring myself to watch it.. surely you know that watching something that you're not interested in requires discipline and the mood too, right? it's just like reading books. i'm so sorry kath, your inkheart trilogy is still with me! and i'm still at the beginning of inkspell. aughhh. and i don't know if i want to buy new moon yet o_O i've yet to purchase the 3rd house of night book, too. oh meeeeeeeeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid this is an awfully long-winded post but it's not like i care about your eyesight. sure, it might not seem long to you but for my case, i haven't wrote something this long in some time. i want a gaming cpu. i want to play games. i wanna get a ps3. gollie. i wanna earn monies to get all that. pre-o level period feels like probation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-9126193856988308149?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/9126193856988308149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=9126193856988308149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/9126193856988308149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/9126193856988308149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-love-everyone-in-khr-in-this-life.html' title='i&apos;ll love everyone in khr in this life and the imminent'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SoPtPEY-dGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hesqdZ987qQ/s72-c/1231991501681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-5062945935702765837</id><published>2009-07-28T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:27:19.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot</title><content type='html'>thanks for the quiz tag jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ABC about you questions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - AVAILABLE: what.&lt;br /&gt;B - BIRTHDAY: 6 april 2991 I LIVE IN THE FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSHING ON: everyone in KHR.&lt;br /&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: milk&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: more than one.&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABIT: dragging my ex-slippers on the ground by accident. it sounds like farting.&lt;br /&gt;X - XRAYS YOU'VE HAD: jaw x-rays. LOL :d&lt;br /&gt;Y - YOYOS ARE: beyblades&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN: aries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Questions About You:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour do you wear most: navy blue / black most of the time&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to: the sound of my cpu fan&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now: i would say 'maybe'&lt;br /&gt;Favourites pair of shoes: my battered sneakers&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were right now: in november and knowing that i've done gosh-darn well for my o levels and working to earn lots of munnies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE CANS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance: i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth: never tried.&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle: no.&lt;br /&gt;Can Write with both hands: of course, my leftie writes self-taught arabic though&lt;br /&gt;Can Walk with your toe curled: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE DO'S:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets: yes, i like martians.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in magic: i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe Love at first sight: no.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think there's a Satan: er i'll mms his pic to you if i go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Santa: i believe in boomers&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows: i highly doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane: no.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked someone out: all the time. ROFL. be more specific aho.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean: yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever painted your nails: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE Ws:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the temperature outside: 30.2&lt;br /&gt;What radio station do you listen to: the channel muttons is on&lt;br /&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at: uhh mcd's&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought: twinkles&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of: er.. i took a picture of pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CRYING SECTION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever really cried your heart out: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried on your friend's shoulder: no&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over the opposite sex: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you cried when you get an injury: oh yes that was long ago, man.&lt;br /&gt;Do certain songs make you cry: not by itself. unless i'm thinking of something WHILE listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY SECTION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person: huh. i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;What can make you happy: when i have time off from school work.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were happier: YES. i mean, are you misanthropic?&lt;br /&gt;Can music make you happy: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE SECTION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you had your heart broken: once&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your current hair colour: it's transparent!&lt;br /&gt;Current piercings: 2 and vacant&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos: no&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: very dark brown and brown under sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IN GIRLS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite eye color: grey&lt;br /&gt;Height: 166&lt;br /&gt;Best clothing: shorts and tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAVE YOU EVER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to jail: hundreds of times in monopoly&lt;br /&gt;Mooned someone: wtf, no.&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in a store: nope. i'd like to try it in some store i hate&lt;br /&gt;Done something really stupid that you still laugh at today: yeah i think, if my friends remind me&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: no. unless you mean in my ex bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS OR THAT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: PEPSI FOR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: mcd's&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: 'or'&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: vanillalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries: strawbluerries&lt;br /&gt;Meat or Veggies: meat a.k.a. niku&lt;br /&gt;TV or Movie: tv&lt;br /&gt;Guitar or Drums: drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Tag another 15 peopl&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just do it instead of picking your nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-5062945935702765837?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/5062945935702765837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=5062945935702765837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5062945935702765837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5062945935702765837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/07/woot.html' title='woot'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-2195972260439336682</id><published>2009-07-02T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:36:31.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Skx22mQF6wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/djQ8KWFyo7c/s1600-h/kaoru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Skx22mQF6wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/djQ8KWFyo7c/s400/kaoru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353784737389734658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kaoru hitachiin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Skx22U--INI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FYofcsBlzfs/s1600-h/deathnote+raito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Skx22U--INI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FYofcsBlzfs/s400/deathnote+raito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353784732754518226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yagami raito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Skx22PDrEOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2vp9gznYseo/s1600-h/ichigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Skx22PDrEOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2vp9gznYseo/s400/ichigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353784731163627746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kurosaki ichigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Skx21_hkgKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/j47i623Rh3k/s1600-h/One_Piece_Going_Merry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Skx21_hkgKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/j47i623Rh3k/s400/One_Piece_Going_Merry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353784726994059426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GOING MERRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;if you don't know what the originals look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go and use google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;credits to the respective cosplayers and photographers (or boat builders!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love them all. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS TO SHOW YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just this actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just another cool wallpaper for any pc / mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SkyaXHGNUQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XvP5MXJMRgA/s1600-h/lol.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SkyaXHGNUQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XvP5MXJMRgA/s400/lol.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353823778869432578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-2195972260439336682?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/2195972260439336682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=2195972260439336682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2195972260439336682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2195972260439336682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-things.html' title='some things'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Skx22mQF6wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/djQ8KWFyo7c/s72-c/kaoru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-4088485544880504354</id><published>2009-06-29T16:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:35:43.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heck. i want 500 monopoly sets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Skh36UOL2lI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9mwoynd6Au4/s1600-h/L19F_Snow_Leopard_Cub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Skh36UOL2lI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9mwoynd6Au4/s400/L19F_Snow_Leopard_Cub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352660000874158674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's a painting :d if you don't believe me then THAT'S. TOO. BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it's 29 june 2009 and the beginning of a new shi&lt;br /&gt;a new shiny semester.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone in class = wasted / stoned / zombified /  cheat death / dead / spirit-present-only / snorlax / talktalktalk / shutupshutupshutup / god mode. i don't know why. actually i think i know why but i don't want to explain it. i'm under the snorlax-stoned category. because i might like pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaff came over yesterday to play at 12noon YAY! we didn't have much to do since huijia mx and olie (at first) couldn't make it. so... we ate LOTS of the porridge my mom cooked, and we watched one piece and then we started on gamess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played scrabble first. it was so profound and we needed to stop killing our brain cells so we played mastermind. CONTRADICTING I KNOW but mastermind is much easier than scrabble. and i learned new rules and okay actually, i learnt correct rules (from kaff). the rules i had in my head for mastermind have been wrong. i've been playing the game wrongly for like the past 5 years. HAHAHA. then we played monopoly after we took turns being the decoder / codemaker. mine's the singapore version. i wanna get different editions. more sets. moremoremanymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i owed kathleen a few thousand dollars..&lt;br /&gt;in the game i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later on during evening, olie came over YAY! and explained that she couldn't go in the afternoon because she had to visit her aunt. so we went "ooooooh" and played monopoly together. it was so funny. kathleen's token stalked ours. history repeats itself :] and olivia went to jail and she wanted to stay inside for awhile! LOL. then they kept stepping on my red properties (i would call them mines) and it was later regarded as the danger zone. and we all got money from the free parking square. it was totally funified. though they had to go at 10pm, cause my dad wanted to sleep. i'm sorry olie and kaff :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and again something i forgot to mention dating roughly 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;if any of you haven't tried the fries from Aston's&lt;br /&gt;go try em damnit :D if you don't want to die with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sort of getting used to the metal on my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh.&lt;br /&gt;'SIT HARD TO CHEW? that's right.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S HARD TO YAWN RIGHT? no.&lt;br /&gt;NO NEED TO BRUSH TEETH? i'm not a shark.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO YOU SAY THAT YOU'RE NOT A SHARK IT'S NOT RELATED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_many_layers_of_teeth_do_great_white_have"&gt;click me and you'll live to a hundred years old&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-4088485544880504354?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/4088485544880504354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=4088485544880504354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4088485544880504354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4088485544880504354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/06/heck-i-want-500-monopoly-sets.html' title='heck. i want 500 monopoly sets'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Skh36UOL2lI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9mwoynd6Au4/s72-c/L19F_Snow_Leopard_Cub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-3329860339987444361</id><published>2009-06-26T11:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:42:51.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh i haven't posted shit in a long while</title><content type='html'>i should've mentioned this 3 weeks ago.. but i didn't cause my mem's bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay xian looks like ninomiya kazunari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SkRAeZnC6xI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Xm0PYi-NBc0/s1600-h/kazunari+ninomiya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SkRAeZnC6xI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Xm0PYi-NBc0/s400/kazunari+ninomiya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351473148237900562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is ninomiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you haven't seen kx, (i just got the pic from him and got his permission to post it here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SkRBLTQDiTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wz9JlXPqaJ4/s1600-h/1_922127014l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SkRBLTQDiTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wz9JlXPqaJ4/s400/1_922127014l%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351473919624972594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's his 2008 photo with hakim (left). kx doesn't look much diff this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S LIKE A SPLITTING IMAGE i don't know except the fact that kx doesn't have the moles like nino and kx has a sharper nose. just WOW when i noticed that. if kx has black hair and cuts his hair, he'll totally look like him --&gt; (himself AND nino).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching the yamada tarou monogatari jdrama when i noticed this, around.. 3 weeks ago. i kept forgetting. but i was reminded just now when i stumbled across nino's pic on google. so... there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how many people are gonna agree with me.. the splitting image thing, but i know i'm positive about it. though i'm myopic, i'm not myopic to a terrible extent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-3329860339987444361?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3329860339987444361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=3329860339987444361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3329860339987444361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3329860339987444361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/06/uh-i-havent-posted-shit-in-long-while.html' title='uh i haven&apos;t posted shit in a long while'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SkRAeZnC6xI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Xm0PYi-NBc0/s72-c/kazunari+ninomiya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-2094112378428670093</id><published>2009-05-27T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:37:58.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHAHAH</title><content type='html'>i just got Marked by PC and Kristin Cast! (yesterday) wooyeahhhhhh. oh, that phrasing's good. i wish&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i &lt;/span&gt;were Marked. it's just awesome. that book. i'm halfway done. i think it won't be long till i get the next book. shit. here i go again, buying books and more books. hahah- i need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to interchange with kathleen yesterday to meet yampaste and olie. met olie on the bus, and yampaste with their coursemate jeremy. walked about and watched them eat at pastamania, and to times then to sansbookshop then to toysrus then to the bakery then to carts cause olie wanted to get shorts. they're all pink! haha! to times, sans then times again because i wanted to get Marked. oh i'm starting to like the title. it wouldn't sound that good if i said "to times, sans then times again becaused i wanted to get Twilight(ed)"? oh haha nevermind. i'm going to get Twilight, still, anyway. to the bakery because i wanted to buy some kathleen-influenced-spongecakes and YUMMEYYY i devoured them while watching television after i got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't go to school today. somehow somewhat for some reason, english lessons have gotten dull. and there's nothing for me to do during mt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been really interested in clouds and such recently. i find them to be really amazing and pretty and i like them. mountains too. i like natural things, not fake things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-2094112378428670093?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/2094112378428670093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=2094112378428670093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2094112378428670093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2094112378428670093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhhahah.html' title='AHHHAHAH'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-7154295688356426444</id><published>2009-05-26T16:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:11:18.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhhhhhhhhh no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/ShuxUl6u7PI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5aRfabwdIog/s1600-h/mountain+assiniboine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/ShuxUl6u7PI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5aRfabwdIog/s400/mountain+assiniboine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340056750511811826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mt. Assiniboine in Canada. it has a pyramidal peak. SEXY MOUNTAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i failed everything except for english. wow. fuck lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my nightmare encyclopedia, if you're interested :d haha i love emoticons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dreams of you being chased by something:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if.. IF YOU EVER dreamt about you running away from something on some stranger alley / road / platform / lane / path / thesaurusplease, knowing that the human / monster / thesaurusagainthanks is within a distance where it / she / he can grab you, it normally happens after you experience a traumatic incident or when you are involved in other kinds of stressful situations, although the visions are often more specific and clear when caused by a trauma. the most common emotions that evoke these particular "picture metaphors" are extreme fear, vulnerability, and even guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like Dani California man. LOTS. i've looped the song like fwice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;falling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has either had a falling dream, flying dream, dreams in which you are naked, or an examination dream before. i said either i didn't say all of those. i've never had naked or examination dreams before. and in your falling dream, you feel afraid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know about you but when i have falling dreams, they feel realistic and i can feel the wind beating against my face and all that. the book says that some biologists suggest that our fear of falling comes from inherited fears from our distant ancestors' practice of sleeping in trees to avoid predators.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't understand why, it's because if they fall they get eaten by the predator. geddit ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, some psychologists have theorized that our fear of falling arises from the uncertainties and hurt we encountered as toddlers when we first attempted to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll just type out these 2 for now, since they happened to me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had a nightmare in a long time. and i really mean LONG TIME. even normal dreams are sparse. booorrringggngngngnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-7154295688356426444?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/7154295688356426444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=7154295688356426444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7154295688356426444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7154295688356426444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohhhhhhhhhh-no.html' title='ohhhhhhhhhh no.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/ShuxUl6u7PI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5aRfabwdIog/s72-c/mountain+assiniboine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-5060600379257973562</id><published>2009-05-24T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:32:06.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:o</title><content type='html'>...my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed math for mye. i failed social studies too. and i know the reason why and the reason is because i didn't memorize formulas / topics. not like i was able to absorb any ss skills in class, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't study for my mye (except for chemistry, i studied for it and though i highly doubt i'll get any kickass results, i'm starting to like the subject a lot :]) so i got to for the imminent exams. regardless of whether they're major or minor or in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother brought me to simlim and funan yesterday to check out some laptops. he said a laptop is better because in almost every poly available, it's sorta compulsory to own a laptop. my brother's wife i mean my sister-in-law also said that in the poly you see everyone around you smashing the keys of their laptops so that's how it is. and i'm the only one in the desktop gang. i want a desktop really. i want a desktop 1st. i'll get a laptop 2nd. but those are after my exams. i'll be getting a new phone 0.5th in September. ALRIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's under miscellaneous. so it's not really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gist is that it's breaking breaking beyond repair beyond salvage beyond anything that can help it. it's tearing apart from the core of the ribcage away from it's only sturdy protection. it's crying like a lost child like a homeless man like an adult who got retrenched. it's exploding like a time bomb that ran out of time like a grenade like a thrown water balloon where the balloon will remain broken and won't ever be fixed even with the best glue even with every tool available in the world. it's crushed like a can of fizzy where the fizzy is gone like a delicate glass ring under a pair of military boots. it's fading like bleach on a stain like the daybreak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-5060600379257973562?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/5060600379257973562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=5060600379257973562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5060600379257973562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5060600379257973562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/05/o.html' title=':o'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-8721201566068378156</id><published>2009-05-23T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:51:40.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dog town blood bath rib cage soft tail</title><content type='html'>"standing in line, to see the show tonight&lt;br /&gt;and there's a light on, heavy glow.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i tried to say i'd be there." - RHCP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love RHCP. like fucking love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-8721201566068378156?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/8721201566068378156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=8721201566068378156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8721201566068378156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8721201566068378156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/05/dog-town-blood-bath-rib-cage-soft-tail.html' title='dog town blood bath rib cage soft tail'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-4542039236002179760</id><published>2009-05-14T16:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:32:23.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crank that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sgvc5Wh_mMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oHTYHP-Hk_E/s1600-h/kanda+yuu3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sgvc5Wh_mMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oHTYHP-Hk_E/s400/kanda+yuu3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335601061409298626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kanda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my morning and bits of my noon making chemistry notes in an exercise book. i have too much of those, anyway. but i still buy notebooks on impulse once in awhile. last night i negotiated with my mom and she agreed to give me allowance daily during the june holidays. and i'm glaaad.&lt;br /&gt;starting from yesterday onwards i'm eating at home because i don't wanna spend too much cash on food outside. everything from lunch - dinner. i'll still eat during recess, but perhaps i'd bring food to school occasionally. ALL FOR MY COMPUTER :D i wanna get a proper one ASAP. i like helping my mom in the kitchen anyway so, it's not a chore for me. eating at home, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking a break from chemistry. i'm overdosed with chemistry today, and i figured that it's actually not that tough if you understand what you see in your question. i know most of the students in my class or school or this country has more or less figured that is EXACTLY how you should deal with chemistry but that's EXACTLY why i am slow in subjects that require you to digest formulas and rules and whatever, which is exactly (again) why i am weak at maths. BUT i am trying. i'm sure i can pull it off. if not now, then the next test. because i didn't study for math in particular for my mid-years. it's over, but my prelims and O levels aren't. i got a chemistry and math assessment book yesterday. was using the chem assessment to help me with the notes i made just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't drawn anything lately, i kinda miss it but somehow for some reason i can't bring myself to do it. i've been feeling everything lately too, from happiness to whatever you can think of. it's like me blending strawberries, and the next moment someone adds some bittergourd and chilli. i can imagine the taste. it'll be the best drink in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;is impossible, alright. it's impossible to have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;and if nothing is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt;, go out at night today and bring me the moon tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;since nothing is impossible right? bullshiters. go eat some shit.&lt;br /&gt;and if you rephrase it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything is possible&lt;/span&gt;, it still sounds wrong. as wrong as the original.&lt;br /&gt;so don't use crap. please. for brain's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days, i've been thinking about what's happening to me and my friends and everything else, and i've been having difficulties deciphering the codes and undoing the knots in me. i don't know what caused it, i don't know what happened before the codes and knots appeared, and i don't know why i have them. just somehow somewhat for some reason, they're there. in my mind, and in my heart. occasionally i feel so sick of it and so tired of everything that's happening and i just wanted out. i just felt like letting it all go but i couldn't. for the past few days i fought with myself and debated with myself about ideas i have in mind that might be appropriate for my situation but no. there was no outcome. i couldn't let go, i couldn't for the past few days but now i can. i discovered that there's no way we can force our way onto a friendship. every friendship is different and unique, and if you don't belong to the one you're trying to get on board, then you ought to leave it. leave it far far far behind. don't get close to it. the sea is big. the world is big. there are still tonnes and kabillions of friendships, and you can try to get on every single one. there will surely be one that will accept you. don't plant a fir tree in the desert. don't put your hand to a dog's muzzle to make it lick you. don't try too hard so you won't hurt too bad. don't keep your eyes open in bed because you'd never be able to see your dreams if you're not asleep. don't just don't don't don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just recalled. kathleen, it's not that marcus :) i just remembered that i've seen him last time during our BBQ outing last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-4542039236002179760?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/4542039236002179760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=4542039236002179760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4542039236002179760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4542039236002179760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/05/crank-that.html' title='crank that.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sgvc5Wh_mMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oHTYHP-Hk_E/s72-c/kanda+yuu3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-5707980200736537864</id><published>2009-05-09T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:32:57.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...........</title><content type='html'>....gosh-darn excursion on 2nd june. heritage trail thingie or whatev. i don't hate heritage trails but hell, it's on the 2nd of june? is my school a boycotter of the sims 3 or what. i was like HAHA WOOT when i saw the word "excursion" but then in a total state of ohmylard after i started reading the details. it's just too much for a coincidence. oh, darn darn darn. shit shit shit. it's compulsory too, that thing. i wanna experience what a launch party is like but HEY THANKS I LOVE HERITAGE TRAILS THAT LASTS FROM 8:30AM - 6PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked my brother if he could help me. he said okay, because coincidentally he took leaves from 2 june - 8 june. sigh. i'd really prefer going to the launch party myself, though. since- ARGHHHH NOT LIKE I CAN ATTEND IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was asking my friend if i should just take an mc for that day so that i can attend the launch party. hahaha. it's mad, but well.. since my brother is going to be free to help me on that day, i'll just have to make do with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-5707980200736537864?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/5707980200736537864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=5707980200736537864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5707980200736537864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5707980200736537864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...........'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-1741060968601787136</id><published>2009-05-07T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:26:17.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rofl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SgLb9GEVO3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mzA5Q647Q-g/s1600-h/ritsu+chomp+ep3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SgLb9GEVO3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mzA5Q647Q-g/s400/ritsu+chomp+ep3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333066751407373170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ritsu from K-ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i totally enjoyed the SC investiture. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i made dinner today. i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; making mango cream puffs but sheet because the filling didn't turn out right. i'm still better off making durian puff fillings. they're the easiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who's interested in swimming twice per week please tag me at the shoutboard. and i mean swim, serious business and not fooling around in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got my new specs and i'm not used to it YET because the frame's different. my old frame has the lenses closer to my eyes, this one's different. i hope i get used to it soon. it just feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i preordered my sims 3 collector's edition (pretty belated. it happened last sunday but fruckare) thanks jo for accompanying me to T1 that dayyy! i'm gonna go for the launch party on the 2nd of june to collect my game. FFFFFUKYEAHhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that it's math paper 1 tomorrow boo. i can go after the paper yay. the weather's giving me a headache. ouch ouch ow yeow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cecelia, whenever you're online or appearing offline or etc, why don't you send me a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;you can call me too if you like; any time after 9:45 am tomorrow would be great. much appreciated. we need to talk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro's moving out in.. 2 days. i'm gonna miss him, but i'll be getting my own room.. i don't know if i should feel happy or sad. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. if you hadn't noticed i added a Stash as one of my blog navigations. you'll see it if you hover your cursor over the navs long enough. if you wanna know what the heck the following paragraph is talking about then you should go click on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prologue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was stark and cryptic like my mind. There was nothing but coldness around me, but my neck felt even distinct chills... I knew that there was something atop me. What was it, I wondered? The hands around my neck began to tighten. I felt its steady but cold breaths against my forehead. I could make out as much. Whatever that was on top of me was definitely larger than me; and there was no way I could escape. I closed my eyes. Nothing would make a difference. There was no way to identify my killer in that dark and gloomy room. Its chilly fingers adjusted themselves to get a firmer grip around my neck, and began tightening again. My lungs started begging for air. The need for air dug into my chest like shards of glass but I ignored them and refused to gag for what they require. My life was ending. Here, with an unidentified killer, in my own bedroom, on my bed, with me pretending to be asleep. My life was ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather's so hot&lt;br /&gt;my stuffed toys are sweating.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to turn the switch on to use the oven.&lt;br /&gt;when i take an egg out of the fridge, it's half-boiled.&lt;br /&gt;you can sell your toilet heater to cash converters.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to go out of my house to get sunburnt.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even feel like writing on anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1741060968601787136?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/1741060968601787136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=1741060968601787136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1741060968601787136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1741060968601787136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/05/rofl.html' title='rofl'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SgLb9GEVO3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mzA5Q647Q-g/s72-c/ritsu+chomp+ep3.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-114321519276537299</id><published>2009-05-01T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:08:06.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black eyed peas</title><content type='html'>i still listen to their songs. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;went out at night with kathleen to the bookstore. I GOT MY GOSH-DARN DICTIONARY. it's red and hardback. kathleen witnessed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent some time looking at the books but i got a dictionary in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the playground near her place and chit-chatted for a few hours. i told her about my father's parasomnia (in the past) where he stood on his bed while my mom was sleeping and adjusted their wedding photo. my mom woke up when he stood on the bed because there was pressure beside her. she's pretty sensitive to things happening around her. and my father was still asleep when he did that. sleepwalking. it was something funny, though it'll be an eye opener to see something like that with my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common reasons that cause someone to sleepwalk is when that person is overly depressed / anxious /  due to psychological factors / it's just in them because it was passed down by his ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is possible for a person to carry out activities that they usually do when they're awake when they are sleepwalking. things like driving, cooking, or like my dad, adjusting the wedding photo EVENTHOUGH i don't see him doing that when he's awake. maybe it's something kept in the back of his head or it might be something he wanted to do but he kept forgetting to all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, sleepwalkers don't recall what they do when they sleepwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and i have no mood to do anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;AUGH fruckin weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subway is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;FOX'S Berry Mint tastes like Läkerol's Cassis.&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with my book, and i'm done posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-114321519276537299?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/114321519276537299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=114321519276537299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/114321519276537299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/114321519276537299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/05/black-eyed-peas.html' title='black eyed peas'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-4077928688327943322</id><published>2009-04-26T21:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:33:56.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATTADRAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SfRffbUaTtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/H6mozfPkkCc/s1600-h/Aerhick+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SfRffbUaTtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/H6mozfPkkCc/s400/Aerhick+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328989252600090322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehe. i drew a vampire at 9 years old. it's a male. i'm thinking of a name for him, like Aerhick but urk BUT TONIKAKU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's sunday, i don't like sundays. sundays mark of the end of a weekend and sundays are gloomy because you won't feel like going out since there's school on the following day. sundays-- nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way if you haven't please go and watch Sunadokei if you like jdrama. and watch K-ON! (thanks kath for intro-ing :p) if you like anime. i'm lovin' it because i love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. the thought of monday is shitty. it's polluting my brain with sewage and stink; enough to invite rats and roaches to live in my head. rats. rojak. rats. rojak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna bathe.&lt;br /&gt;i'm finishing my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tears At Bedtime&lt;/span&gt;! no i haven't been drinking my tears at bedtime it's a book. YAAAA it has gotten interesting somehow somewhat for some reason sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-4077928688327943322?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/4077928688327943322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=4077928688327943322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4077928688327943322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4077928688327943322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/04/whattadrag.html' title='WHATTADRAG'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SfRffbUaTtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/H6mozfPkkCc/s72-c/Aerhick+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-4408988567979371568</id><published>2009-04-22T09:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:46:57.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you sneeze don't try to stop it by pinching your nose because you'll get brain cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Se5zUHk_OgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MoqiH9cDwTY/s1600-h/P1020868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Se5zUHk_OgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MoqiH9cDwTY/s400/P1020868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327322198694640130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sentosa picturee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm good. and i'm taking a day off from cs2 today. i've been drawing almost every single day. i hope the schoolwork or homework given in school isn't stockpiling itself if not i am screwed. screeweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had cornflakes for breakfast at 7 and i went to bathe after i ate cornflakes and checked phone messages and read my new book i started on it yesterday night. it is very first-person-narrativeish there is little dialogue there are a lot of mental processes. to sum it up it is very draggy so far, i'm at page 124 and i'm not quite into it but well, i'm going to complete the book anyways. after i'm done with it i'm going to buy another book and i'll be sure to read the comments and ratings carefully because i don't wanna get something i don't like or don't enjoy reading anymore. the title of the book is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tears At Midnight.&lt;/span&gt; i'd suggest that you not buy it; the book imo is very dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna start writing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT 1:37 NOON&lt;br /&gt;i still drew something with photoshop even though i said i'll take a day off. MY HAND HAS TAKEN ITS TOLL ON ME&lt;br /&gt;i say i can finally draw splatters. (they're with my siggy if you don't see it) and i think i can colour hair now. i wrote everything and drew everything in there.  no fonts and no splatter brushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Se6t2v5PxwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/918KAW6RNsI/s1600-h/jff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Se6t2v5PxwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/918KAW6RNsI/s400/jff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327386565306992386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-4408988567979371568?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/4408988567979371568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=4408988567979371568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4408988567979371568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4408988567979371568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-you-sneeze-dont-try-to-stop-it-by.html' title='when you sneeze don&apos;t try to stop it by pinching your nose because you&apos;ll get brain cancer'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Se5zUHk_OgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MoqiH9cDwTY/s72-c/P1020868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-1520731684108209666</id><published>2009-04-21T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:00:14.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G2BG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Se3VMnJcHQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/buLR2ZyjPjY/s1600-h/revy_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Se3VMnJcHQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/buLR2ZyjPjY/s400/revy_you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327148346892885250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i type my stomach is churning like a egg mixer food processor juice extractor bar blender you name it. it hurts like hell because i ate too late and i thought milk would cure but it's making it worst because i drank cold milk. it hurts like hell, it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still there is a glass of cold milk before me and i'm drinking it as slowly as i can. i take a mouthful, i hold it i let it stay in my mouth until it's not cold anymore and i swallow it. sorry to be so disgusting but it is what i am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, i'm done with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a million little pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  by James Frey. i'm getting influenced by the way he writes. repeating things 3 to 4 times. ouch. it's my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently i feel as if my stomach's getting digested together with the milk and porridge and rice. i only had peanuts as a side dish because i didn't feel like eating the vegetables the fish or the meat. i don't know why but i just scooped peanuts and peanuts onto my plate and it tasted boring because it's just rice + porridge + canned peanuts together each time i stuff a spoonful into my mouth. ouch it hurts again and i was absent from school today because i wasn't feeling well i slept in. went to the doctor after i woke up at about 11am my throat was sore and wow the doctor gave me 2 days off from school. he only gave me 1 day off the other time i had a fever and cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared scared and scared. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should buy 3 clocks and put them on my computer table and set 3 alarms for breakfast lunch and dinner and maybe set my handphone's alarm to remind me to sleep. i don't want to feel this vac ever again in my tummy in my body anymore. it's sucking me dry and it's still hurting. i don't know why it's still hurting but it's as if the porridge and rice and peanuts and milk i just ate and drank went into a mini black hole in my stomach since it's not dealing with the hurt in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i went to see the doctor just now at about 3pm (11am - 3pm because i went to see the doc and then my mom brought me to the coffeeshop for lunch ouch) i went home and did posters 2 posters to remind me to drink 8 glasses of water a day and also to eat fruits everyday. i coloured the apple and the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to rest and read my new book once the pain is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1520731684108209666?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/1520731684108209666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=1520731684108209666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1520731684108209666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1520731684108209666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='G2BG'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Se3VMnJcHQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/buLR2ZyjPjY/s72-c/revy_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-1616540955844447825</id><published>2009-04-19T16:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:18:45.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell yeah, i'm hella bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SerhzG_fIUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sGKh56FYK1k/s1600-h/whatchugetwhenyourebored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SerhzG_fIUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sGKh56FYK1k/s400/whatchugetwhenyourebored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326317777485504834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fresh from my cs2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tablet is working. i figured (after 4 days) that it was not due to the usb cable but the battery in the tablet pen itself. it's flat. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh silly, silly, it was just the battery. &lt;/span&gt;please sing the italics in tune to We Belong Together by Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 10 am today and i stared at my calendar. it's April and the picture is a picture of 2 Canadian geese and their gooslings. and then i read the quote that was on that picture. it said "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched; they must be felt with the heart." lol really. they gotta be eaten imo because that's how you deal with the best oysters and mussels in the world. lol really. they gotta be captured with a camera because that's what you do when you see a beautiful and blooming kanzan. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was once when i was bored, i typed "funny quotes" into google and i clicked on the first link i see. it wasn't amusing at all. how was it "funny" in any way? maybe it was  funny to people who have a bad sense of humour. then it reminded me of people i meet everyday. then it reminded me of myself. i used to make the people in my group laugh a lot. just recently, they stopped laughing. that's when i realized that i shouldn't speak more than what is required. it's debasing and it's disgusting to look at people stare at you with a look that is obviously saying Hey why are you trying so hard, it's not funny so please stop clowning because even clowns are funnier. that's why i don't like to try too hard. i don't want to please anyone. there is no need to. what for. fucking yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1616540955844447825?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/1616540955844447825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=1616540955844447825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1616540955844447825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1616540955844447825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yeah-im-hella-bored.html' title='hell yeah, i&apos;m hella bored'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SerhzG_fIUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sGKh56FYK1k/s72-c/whatchugetwhenyourebored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-6863294610658230609</id><published>2009-04-18T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:05:36.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SenrcbN25-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/KLHNOZ3JmoA/s1600-h/save+yourselves.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SenrcbN25-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/KLHNOZ3JmoA/s400/save+yourselves.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326046907917068258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's an old thing, i forgot to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday(s) to Jo and Yuping! i shall not call you Yupi*ng on your special day :)&lt;br /&gt;hope the presents were lovable. went to Manpuku yesterday at T1 with P4 and HOCKY for dinner. the food there was just average. commendable oysters though. haha. they're huge. i loved the sweet soy sauce skewered dango. and the ice-cream! the ice-cream was really green-tea-ish. after eating there (didn't get a chance to eat their pies and tarts because i was too full :s) we went to central park. then they got a cake for Jo and Yuping. it was a nice cake from polar and there were raisins in it but i ate them anyway. then Jo opened the pressie from us and she looked pleased with it and i'm glad she liked it :D i summarized everything since it'll be really boring if i entered everything in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i overslept for cross-country so i'll be expecting detention on monday.&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to school.&lt;br /&gt;other than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you please grow the fuck up?&lt;br /&gt;could you please grow the fuck up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to repeat your questions a fuckabillion times for someone to interpret it.&lt;br /&gt;because they're not dumb. no one in the right state of mind enjoys listening to questions being repeated over and over like some faulty cassette. we can speak normally in 2009. were you, by any chance, stuck in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn how to survive before doing anything else. learn how to question before doing anything else. learn your fundamentals as a human being before doing anything else. i'm not gonna "practice makes perfect; but since life isn't perfect, why practice" because that's fuckin trite and i don't believe in that sentence at all. practicing creates wonders. changing your attitude creates wonders. having self-control creates wonders. so could you please grow the fuck up? please is what you say in order to be polite and fuck is the exact opposite. that's neutralizing. i'm not interested in you weeping. i'm not interested in you failing. not interesting anything related to you anymore. i don't want to care or bother caring. the reason because it's a waste of effort, time and concern. i won't oblige in helping people who can't be fucked about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i love you and sometimes i hate you to the point where i feel like my guts are boiling. you're an angel and a pest. you're a jewel and you're dirt. you're lovable and you're loathsome. you make me happy and you make me sad. you make me angry and you make me glad. sometimes i wonder who the hell you are. or why did i have such a friend. or where else can i find someone like you. or how on earth does this brain work. or how the heck can anyone be as unreasonable as you. or how can anyone be so selfish. i'd like to ask you those questions. you won't be able to answer any of them, because whenever i ask you something, your answer will always be "anything". i hate people who tell me that. leaving others hanging because they can't make up their minds. saying "anything" this "anything" that is being selfish. you just want to push the question away and let others decide for you. it's lazy and it's irritating, i hate it. i don't like people with no opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-6863294610658230609?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/6863294610658230609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=6863294610658230609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6863294610658230609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6863294610658230609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/04/ms-paint.html' title='save yourself.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SenrcbN25-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/KLHNOZ3JmoA/s72-c/save+yourselves.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-3075056016720803061</id><published>2009-04-13T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:34:58.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESURRECTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SeMspG_s-HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kQrXh0cDZAE/s1600-h/untitledanti.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SeMspG_s-HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kQrXh0cDZAE/s400/untitledanti.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324148269246118002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DON'T LAUGH because it's not funny :| that's why i didn't insert a smiley emoticon before the word "that's" in this sentence. you should totally view it in its full size JUST CLICK ON THE PICTURE. it's effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't drawn with a mouse in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't drawn in ms paint in a long time ever since i got my cs2.&lt;br /&gt;this picture was MXDP inspired. she had this jay chou pic in her msn dp with sunglasses then it just suddenly made me wanna try drawing on ms paint BUT OF COURSE it didn't turn out jay chou-ish but yeah. you get whatta mean. WATTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the *** *** ********** *** ********* *** ***. hangman/woman with no clues, good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am THINKING that i got all my stuff ready but NO A LOT OF THINGS ARE MISSING. (btw if i typo-ed this it'll be KISSING because K is right above M. not funny but i thought i'd point it out anyway because i just typed KISSING a moment ago but i changed it. i don't think you get it but i do so i think you need to drink more tonic.)&lt;br /&gt;seriously literally practically, no shit. hahaha. i'm gonna freakin' die tomorrow. hahaha. i should i go out in the middle of the night just to buy the stuff. whatevh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do in school today.&lt;br /&gt;read nap sleep write sneeze nap eat type stare at the computer sit on my butt write fan myself with my uniform take off my shoes wear my shoes wipe my sweat eat a sweet I ALMOST TYPED EAT A SWEAT eat after school eat again go home chant eat oreo watch the tv sit on my butt msn music thumbdrive microsoft word microsoft paint vocab book blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, brush my teeth wash my face sleep later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see my hardcover diary resting on my table and i haven't touched it in 2 years. maybe just 1. i remember writing last year, but maybe i only wrote once. i'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't and you like martial arts, you should watch Shijou Saikyou No Deshi Kenichi (ANIME) and disregard the shounen elements in there. i just started on it yesterday, it's pretty good. i doubt i'll be watching it any time soon since i don't feel like it's time to spend hours sitting infront of the computer watching anime, since i am taking BIG exams this year. i don't wanna see shit on it when i get it back. i don't know why i am telling people to watch it. maybe i shouldn't. so don't, watch it after o levels. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go for math remedial in the morning tomorrow. noooo i gotta reach there by 7:15 but yeeees i want to improve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-3075056016720803061?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3075056016720803061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=3075056016720803061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3075056016720803061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3075056016720803061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/04/resurrection.html' title='RESURRECTION'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SeMspG_s-HI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kQrXh0cDZAE/s72-c/untitledanti.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-6013533855755757718</id><published>2009-04-10T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:50:10.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HICCCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sd6knIdtisI/AAAAAAAAAGw/stv5oo7vgpg/s1600-h/boom%21.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sd6knIdtisI/AAAAAAAAAGw/stv5oo7vgpg/s400/boom%21.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322872801792461506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this your house? how lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;going to T1 with P4 and HOCY later. i'm not ready yet but i will be soon.&lt;br /&gt;went to pay my livejournal account a visit and it felt nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;before i got on my computer i was clearing away the dust on my computer table. i haven't done housework in awhile. maybe clearing away dust is not a household chore BUT STILL it is a chore to me. i am satisfied about how it looks now. my table and workspace. i should've took photos of the before and after. but pif, not like i can transfer them into my computer anyway so i didn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could've showed you my stuff toys, too. and my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 6 today. i told my mom to set the alarm clock, even though it's good friday. SO WHAT IF IT'S GOOD FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;it's just another weekday. but it's a holiday and i'm happy and i wanted to wake up early so i could spend the day fully. though i'm going out to a crowded-as-fuck place later. i don't know why i'm going. i don't like to shop in crowded-as-fuck places. i don't like moving around in crowded-as-fuck places, either. you move like a snail in places like that. because everyone is infront beside behind on top of you. maybe not the on top of you part but they're all around you and there are no spaces between you and them and they are people you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;you even smell their body odour and their bad breath. if they sweat, that'll be even better. free adhesive. URK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i haven't watched anime in a loooong time. none of them engage me now. i even stopped watching korean dramas. maybe i'll resume after i finish every exam. although i'm at the 3rd last episode of boys before flowers. ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my emails are sitting in my inbox and i'm not checking them, eventhough i know that i should. maybe i should go back to livejournal. i like the post format there. maybe someday you'll see something like "I HAVE CHANGED MY BLOG LINK! PLEASE RELINK!" but HAHA NO you can relink your ass. i won't even tell you what the link is gonna be EVEN if i change my blog URL. fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c387/BabyNeko/boom.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel sorry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-6013533855755757718?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/6013533855755757718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=6013533855755757718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6013533855755757718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6013533855755757718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/04/hicccc.html' title='HICCCC'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sd6knIdtisI/AAAAAAAAAGw/stv5oo7vgpg/s72-c/boom%21.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-1736672152209060649</id><published>2009-04-09T16:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:43:37.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still listening to pitbull and i'm not sick of it. yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sd227__huWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5hkYS1pcRp4/s1600-h/dailyselection018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sd227__huWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5hkYS1pcRp4/s400/dailyselection018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322611476528216418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissy kissy  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'VE NEVER TOUCHED A DOLPHIN BEFORE. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;personalities are accessories without status imo.&lt;br /&gt;you wear them whenever you see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before english oral remedial during class there was a string of tests for everybody. first it was math then it was english; or was it english first? don't mind. then the chinese students had their chinese test. it was some sort of test marathon. it was puke. my compo's probably going to score lesser than 19, which was what i had for my first draft. reason because i wasn't following the plan and mindmaps i did. in the end i had to EDIT my mindmaps and plans. what the heck, huh. what the heck indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for english oral remedial after school, we had this test going on. for picture discussion.&lt;br /&gt;err. well.&lt;br /&gt;i had the ideas of what to say, but ooh crap - i was disorganized. my descriptions hopped from left to right and stuff. i wish english oral was only reading and just reading. reading would be much better but at the same time, i think it'll be too nicey-nice of them to test us solely on reading. it'll give me a goddamn scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tampines 1 is opening tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i mean it opened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard from my sister-in-law that the Diploma in Film, Sound &amp;amp; Video is a tough course to get in. she opted for it before, and she told me last saturday (when we were celebrating my glorious birthday) that you gotta take a written english exam so that they can perceive your level of english. AND THEN if you pass, you gotta go for a panel interview. meaning there will be a few people there and a chair in the middle and you sit on your ass on that chair and they sit on their butts on their chairs and they interview you. 4 vs 1. brrr. i can feel my neck hair stand. it's scary but it's something that i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i can get it i got to work like a lamb or cow or horse or farmer to be CLOSE to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always sigh at the thought of O levels. but i smile at the thought of how quickly a year will end. then i frown again at the thought of how little time i have to study and perfect the subjects that i'm taking. sigh smile frown sigh smile frown O levels make me PMS. rinse and repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1736672152209060649?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/1736672152209060649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=1736672152209060649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1736672152209060649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1736672152209060649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-still-listening-to-pitbull-and-im.html' title='i&apos;m still listening to pitbull and i&apos;m not sick of it. yet.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sd227__huWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5hkYS1pcRp4/s72-c/dailyselection018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-9174322431349995083</id><published>2009-04-08T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:00:53.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embezzle is a pretty word with a bad meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something i took using my handphone while doing math homework and drinking water. thanks to kath for sending me the photos. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sdy6oOAWcuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Wp6lXnCcv9Q/s1600-h/DSC03784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sdy6oOAWcuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Wp6lXnCcv9Q/s400/DSC03784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322334059762184930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it feels funny to use the computer after not using it for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts my eyes and it makes my eyes feel uncomfortable. as if the light from the monitor is blinding but i cbfed because i'm going to bed after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's already 8 april. damn. my birthday is over. but i enjoyed my birthday! i loved all the presents i got from everyone. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kathleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; got me a huge. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daiko&lt;/span&gt;n and it is extremely adorable. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cecelia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kayxian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; got me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink panther&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P4&lt;/span&gt; got me a animated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;capybara&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eldest brother Mark and his wife got me a few things, too lazy to list them out but yeah. my 2nd eldest brother Melvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got me a pair of earrings. they're beautiful :) i love my parents brothers my friends my aunt and uncle. thank you all for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i don't want anymore plushies for the rest of the year.. they take up half of my sleeping space in bed and i don't wanna keep them. if i get anymore i'll be sleeping atop of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent a fulfilling day at sentosa on 4th april with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOCKY&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate my birthday. had a picnic there and we did potluck and we each brought something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our day at sentosa is much more interesting than what i described it as okay. it's because i'm tired and i'm about to go into screensaver mode that's why it sounds so dull. i even took a nap before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sunburnt my scalp but it's ok now. no peeling, so thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;i also got a little tanned.&lt;br /&gt;A LITTLE IS A LITTLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after sentosa i had to go back home for Round #2; to celebrate my birthday with my family members. had dinner together in the kitchen, watched tv, cake-cutting, presents, red packets and they went home. it didn't happen in 1 shot of course. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friday is good friday.&lt;br /&gt;it's a holiday. FOR SURE.&lt;br /&gt;so what. holidays = holiday homework. even though it's only 1 day but i'm still glad to get a day off from school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my f&amp;amp;n coursework is going okay.&lt;br /&gt;oh right. i might as well use this to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if anyone of you have little siblings that are &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;aged 3-6 and are attending day nurseries&lt;/span&gt;, please help me with a survey. if you don't but your &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;relatives / married siblings have children aged 3-6 + attending day nurseries&lt;/span&gt;, please help me with the survey. i can pass you the survey in school. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serious business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're giggling because it's silly to advertise, you have a bad sense of humour. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your brains are probably rotting and deteriorating without you knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to pitbull. hahaha. i dunno, i like his songs.&lt;br /&gt;AND children of the sandstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's obviously better than T.I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want 8 siberian huskies and a bungalow built in the middle of orchard road and i want singapore to be covered in snow so that my huskies can get some exercise. we can go sledging. i want to eat abalones everyday until i get so sick of it so i throw up into a toilet bowl that has your face on it. i want a room solely for gaming computers and i can do a lan party at home. i want the sims 3 collector's edition before june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN HAVE WHATEVER YOU LIIIKE.&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN HAVE WHATEVER YOU LIIIKE.&lt;br /&gt;oh, really? as fucking if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am learning japanese. i wanted to learn korean but i thought learning japanese first would be easier since i can understand and read crumbs of it. i am still reading a million little pieces by James Frey. almost done, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/SNORE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-9174322431349995083?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/9174322431349995083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=9174322431349995083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/9174322431349995083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/9174322431349995083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/04/embezzle-is-pretty-word-with-bad.html' title='embezzle is a pretty word with a bad meaning'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sdy6oOAWcuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Wp6lXnCcv9Q/s72-c/DSC03784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-5749763951970724741</id><published>2009-03-29T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:43:42.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sc9Ssd6fd9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/wPkQghOrw_0/s1600-h/n_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sc9Ssd6fd9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/wPkQghOrw_0/s400/n_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318560608845526994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like owls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sc9SsNKh5CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4A34D4AUtCk/s1600-h/CuteAnimals26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sc9SsNKh5CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4A34D4AUtCk/s400/CuteAnimals26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318560604349391906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like biology and i like heredity and i like cats.&lt;br /&gt;i have english homework.&lt;br /&gt;i am stuck at a question and i don't have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;but i will write in something anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april is arriving. olivia's birthday is arriving. my birthday is arriving. kayxian's birthday is arriving. yuping's birthday is arriving. so many birthdays. so many cakes to eat. i love cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had vanilla cake for huijia's birthday-bbq. delish.&lt;br /&gt;we had durian cake for olivia's birthday (celebrated it last friday). she was touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i'm going to use the computer anymore during weekdays. if possible, i don't want to use it at all. but i still have to use it because i need to do my coursework. i don't like my computer. not anymore. i used to love it. but i don't. not anymore. because i can't play my favourite games on it. it's too old for new games :D age is catching up with my senior citizen computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food is awful. i have no appetite for food. i've been napping a lot. i nap almost everyday after school till 9pm. it feels weird but i still do it. it feels weird waking up at 9pm when everyone else looks so tired. you eat dinner alone at 9pm. you miss your favourite tv programs. when you wake up at 9pm it feels as if you missed out a whole day. school is exhausting. it feels funny doing homework at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was Earth hour yesterday. i knew nothing about it until i went online. jiunn keong was on. and his nick was something like IT'S EARTH HOUR. TURN OFF ALL YOUR LIGHTS FROM 8:30 - 9:30pm. even my other online friends had something similar to his as their msn nicknames. why are they even using the computer. i don't know. what's going to happen after 9:30pm? everyone will turn on their electrical appliances together and energy will deplete even faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the Earth. i love the Earth but not everyone loves the Earth. i may be the only one. i may be one out of 5. i may be one out of 10000. if everyone was that obedient, life is going to suck. life is going to be shittier than shit. there might not be shit anymore because no one wants to shit because no one wants to make life tough for the people working at the sewage because they are so kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is going to be morose. the person working at the 4D booth will be so pissed because everyone in line will be saying "after you" and smiling. everyone is going take something from a shop and leave and it won't be shoplifting because the shop owner said they could take whatever they liked. when it's your birthday, it'll be broadcasted and everyone around you will get you gifts immediately because they say you deserve it and because it's your birthday. i'd freak out. i'd freak out because i gotta do the same for everyone everyday. i'd commit suicide and pray to be born as an animal in my latter lives because life as an animal would be great without animal abuse. i won't need to get presents for people i don't know every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life will only be fine when it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;life will only be normal when there are no toxins nor threats.&lt;br /&gt;no fur farms and no abuse.&lt;br /&gt;humans invent things to kill themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-5749763951970724741?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sc9Ssd6fd9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/wPkQghOrw_0/s72-c/n_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-2942427917856678932</id><published>2009-03-28T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:37:49.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as if i fucking know</title><content type='html'>yer, this is the goddamn intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to jam today with julian, faeez, raihan and huijia. i never knew i sucked so much on the drums. it was the first time i felt like shit when a drumset is right infront of me and within reach. it felt like shit. it seriously felt like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly today i realised that i should've treated you better. i should've cared for you more. i shouldn't have said that i don't give a fuck about you. i shouldn't have ignored your phone call. i should've spoken to you more. i should've visited you when i had the chance to. i should've told you that i cared for you. i should've told you that i love you and i wanted you to get better. i still love you. i should've let you tried the stuff i baked. i should've made something for you. i should've got you birthday presents on your birthday. i never got to ask when your birthday was because before i disliked you, i was not your close friend. after i stopped the hate, you were gone. i lost my only chance. i am so ungrateful to what i had. i am ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head feels as if it may explode any moment, minute or second. my heart is throbbing and my blood is boiled. i am angry at myself and disappointed in how i lived my life in the past. my eyes are bloodshot, as if they're ripe. i am trembling even though there will never be winter. i am so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;i am so dumb. i am so fucking stupid that stupidity is seeping through my skin and gushing from my pores. i should've cherished what i had. i should've realised that you can never be replaced by anyone. no one is like you. no one can be like you. no one looks like you. no one talks like you. no one will encourage me like you. no one will point out my flaws like you. no one was as brave as you. no one can be you. no one can be you. no one can be you. no one can be you. no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss you. i miss you, i really do. i wish you were here. i wish we could play music together again. i wish you could teach me the drums again. i wish you could tell me more jokes. i wish you could sit beside me and share your troubles with me. i want to laugh with you. i want to argue with you. i want to feel stupid with you. i want to do silly things together with you. i want to talk about others with you. i want to share things with you. i want to cry with you, not about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing will make me feel better. i am at home. i can't cry. i can't cry. i can't cry.&lt;br /&gt;my parents will question me. my brothers will not see me. no one else is available. no one. no one.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i think of you, i feel sad. i feel sad because the person i am thinking of is not here anymore. i will not see the person anymore. i will not feel the person anymore. i will not smell the person anymore. i will not hear the person anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is not alive.&lt;br /&gt;he is not alive.&lt;br /&gt;he is not alive anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;i am pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;i am overly pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used the drumsticks you gave me today, but i played like a loser. i am sorry. i am sorry. i am sorry. i bet you were disgusted. i am sorry. i am sorry. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. Raihan. i miss you dearly.&lt;br /&gt;i won't ever forget you. you will always be my band leader. i'll miss you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-2942427917856678932?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/2942427917856678932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=2942427917856678932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2942427917856678932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2942427917856678932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-if-i-fucking-know.html' title='as if i fucking know'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-7431702572779120710</id><published>2009-03-16T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:13:51.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU MUST DO THESE.</title><content type='html'>found them on huijia's blog, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test36.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="Label1"&gt;Your ideal mate has a sense of humor and is lively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="Label2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always compare yourself with others.&lt;br /&gt;You make your wishes too difficult to come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="Label3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No effort, no success. That's your attitudes towards success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="Label4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of principle. You respect social rules and regulations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are able to adapt and respond to changes. You think life is always uncertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not done yet. and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test6.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="Label1"&gt;You have a complicated personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="Label2"&gt;How ambitious you are depends on the height that you answered, which is: &lt;i&gt;peak&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="Label3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stubborn, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="Label4"&gt;the size of this personality as seen by others is small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="Label5"&gt;Glass means fragile personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="Label6"&gt;You are also unpredictable, wild and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="Label7"&gt;You are not an opportunist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="Label8"&gt;Your best friend is the one you need when you are in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 15th Birthday MX!! i know it's not 15 March anymore and i'm not using "belated" since you're going to be 15 for the rest of the year. haha! hope you liked the jersey we got for you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy to list out the things i did today but i know that&lt;br /&gt;I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO THE BBQ BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-7431702572779120710?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/7431702572779120710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=7431702572779120710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7431702572779120710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7431702572779120710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-must-do-these.html' title='YOU MUST DO THESE.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-5968538781769889632</id><published>2009-03-14T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:25:22.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SbtUCbhbtrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/eOEPRvJQcrc/s1600-h/traumendw01m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SbtUCbhbtrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/eOEPRvJQcrc/s400/traumendw01m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312932586138089138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hinaichigo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my brother's gf is coming over for dinner tonight. oh actually, she's already here O__O. i am at home because my mother won't let me go to the IT fair at Suntec because i'm still coughing and my nose is blocked again and she thinks the air-con there will make me feel worse. so i asked my brother to buy a pretzel for me before coming home. heehe. i got him to help me grab some brochures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;staying at home is extremely boring and it's lame and it's stuffy and you can't spend money and you can't laugh with your friends. i spent my midnight yesterday doing coursework amendments. it's not fun but at least it killed some time because i had to wait for my medicine hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many people do you think uses LOL / lol and literally laugh out loud? not more than 22% i bet. and i'm part of the 78%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 4:19pm and i'm still not done with my post so i am going to conclude it now. i got my mom's permission to go out with my friends laterrrr to TM to get somethingggg. ^__^ toods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-5968538781769889632?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/5968538781769889632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=5968538781769889632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5968538781769889632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5968538781769889632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/03/green.html' title='green'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SbtUCbhbtrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/eOEPRvJQcrc/s72-c/traumendw01m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-4344466694678949193</id><published>2009-03-14T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:36:46.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't decide on a post title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sbqc2w5IVqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jPyKd53pTC8/s1600-h/bucketirrigationtutorials.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sbqc2w5IVqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jPyKd53pTC8/s400/bucketirrigationtutorials.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312731175088314018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can't remember what i searched for on google that fetched me that cool picture. it was cool so i saved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, my nose is unblocked now. it was blocked this morning.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't smell anything for some reason. i don't know why but at least i can breathe through my nose now. it's enjoyable. i have fun breathing through my nose. you should try it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i removed the blog player.. HUZZAH.&lt;br /&gt;you're probably rejoicing because the player was so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;know why?&lt;br /&gt;because i found it annoying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pleaded my bro to bring me to the IT fair tomorrow to look at CPUs and printers. he said OK but he said he'll confirm with me at home and now he's in his room sleeping since the moment he got home and hasn't spoken a word to me about tomorrow. i guess he's just darn tired after work. SNORE. he's got a girlfriend~ :O feeweet. he brought her home before but i wasn't at home that day because i was doing homework at KFC. damn, man. my mother described her as "taller than me", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much &lt;/span&gt;tanner than me", "long hair", and uhh what else ah. oh. "well-mannered". i hope i get to see her soon. her name is Serene. sorry i should've said her name first. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the cool side, i caught santa flying pass my tower. it was coincidential. i doubt any of you will get it but then again, you're reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what you see&lt;/span&gt; here, not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what you want to see&lt;/span&gt;. if you feel offended because santa is one of your ancestors then i feel sorry for you. for inheriting his white hair and white everything else. merry christmas natheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sbqc1hUogBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Cn3aaSLwd4M/s1600-h/icaughtsanta.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sbqc1hUogBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Cn3aaSLwd4M/s400/icaughtsanta.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312731153728831506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to deposit some money after i went to the doctor. thankfully the bank wasn't crowded. it's expected. friday and late in the morning. i have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beep&lt;/span&gt; in my bank nowww. it's not a lot but i'm another step closer to getting a new CPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than all the good stuff i'm still coughing like a.. coughing like a person with a cough. it's boring. no more KFC for me. for the next 8102983 days i guess. i removed a digit to make sure no one calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-4344466694678949193?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/4344466694678949193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=4344466694678949193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4344466694678949193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4344466694678949193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-decide-on-post-title.html' title='i can&apos;t decide on a post title'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sbqc2w5IVqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jPyKd53pTC8/s72-c/bucketirrigationtutorials.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-3922468690942734781</id><published>2009-03-12T17:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:10:54.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the year of the cow :D and its dung.</title><content type='html'>"Life is like a roller coaster." oh yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't sat on one before. but surely, life is worse than a that.&lt;br /&gt;IF life is like a roller coaster, then what are the other rides in the amusement park?&lt;br /&gt;dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huijia, cheer up okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c387/BabyNeko/th1360146930.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these domo girls want you to, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hungry and waiting for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i got bored and i am doing a post out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;i am bored to ashes. effective collision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Millia Rage&lt;/span&gt; in my folders.&lt;br /&gt;she's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favourite characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty Gear&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;since i said "one of my" it means that there are more characters that i really like from that game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c387/BabyNeko/AccentCoreArtwork-13.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something happened in school and although it's total bullshit, i'm not allowing it to suck on the rest of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a sore throat again (oops KFC) and flu + cough as additional toppings with no charge at all.&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me of the talk about drugs and inhalants during assembly yesterday. the presenter was telling the school about the consequences if you are caught consuming / inhaling / trafficking drugs / have drugs or inhalants in possession. then he said "accompanied with 10 strokes of cane" or something similar. haiya. it sounded as if he was promoting a package in the rehab centre. or jail. i can't recall &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but a-n-y-w-a-y-s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's an IT fair at Suntec and i'm going but i can't get a gaming pc due to insufficient funds on myself and i don't wanna play any games until my o levels are over so i am sad and i am also.. sad? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going for the Film, Sound &amp;amp; Video course in NP. i saw it on their school mag and read the description and everything on that page and i'm really interested and i like what i read. it's 11 points but it'll be okay if i work my ass off this year. and i am. which means to say my butt will be blunt by the end of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretend that you never read anything past "which means to say".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's about (sh)it. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-3922468690942734781?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3922468690942734781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=3922468690942734781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3922468690942734781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3922468690942734781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-year-of-cow-d-and-its-dunk.html' title='this is the year of the cow :D and its dung.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-1381106436600625110</id><published>2009-03-07T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:52:31.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need new speakers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SbIrmST1kjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qVK6mfgtjmE/s1600-h/acid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310354847373300274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SbIrmST1kjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qVK6mfgtjmE/s400/acid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SbIqIFlxP8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/a5OpROsM4cY/s1600-h/totorobbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310353229051150274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SbIqIFlxP8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/a5OpROsM4cY/s400/totorobbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha, kathleen's favourite. TOTORO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:210;color:#ff0000;"&gt;URK.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; my speakers are dying, soon. the music plays on one side, then switches to the other side, and sometimes the music plays on both sides but they're sort of -100% of the volume i tuned the speakers to. they are just awful and i don't feel like listening to music anymore even though i just equipped my blog player with new songs. i don't want to listen to anything. right now i can only hear thunder crashing like cymbals and rain spilling on the ground outside. i don't live on the first storey but i can &lt;strong&gt;hear&lt;/strong&gt; it. i want to play games. i want to buy a new cpu, a new pair of speakers and a new monitor NIT I CAM'T&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CAN'T*. i am too lazy to backspace anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished my math homework but i haven't started on my f&amp;amp;n coursework and even though it's raining the room feels friggin stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;i was joking about the "i am too lazy to backspace anything" part because i just backspaced a typo to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt and uncle are coming over for lunch tomorrow. i am making jelly for dessert. and maybe i'll make some meat croquettes too. i miss eating fried stuff and my sorethroat and my cough disappeared. i love croquettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bored. even though i have homework to do and coursework amendments to make, i feel bored. i wonder why the topic for this year's o level f&amp;amp;n coursework is about preparing meals for children in day nurseries. it's not a bad topic, but i don't have any little cousins, nieces or nephews. it is a bad topic for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a book. a book called "a million little pieces". it is a painful story by James Frey. even though i'm not even half-way through, it is a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like Soulscar. i found the band by accident when i was looking up for Liar Game OSTs for my blog player and i couldn't find what i was looking for but i found a song entitled Liar's Game by Soulscar. so i listened to it and i liked it and i searched for more of their songs. they are awesome. so i put them up on my blog player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream last night but i can't remember what it's about. i can't remember whether it was pleasant or foul. i can't remember who was in it, and where it took place in, but i know i was in it. i remember that in the dream there was no dialogue. it was a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't and if you like sci-fi, you should watch Bounen no Xamdou. my friend told me that it kicks ass and i watched the first episode and i love it and i got my ass kicked. i like the drawings. i like the characters. i like both the opening and ending themes. i like the voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thunder and rain stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1381106436600625110?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/1381106436600625110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=1381106436600625110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1381106436600625110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1381106436600625110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-new-speakers.html' title='i need new speakers.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SbIrmST1kjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qVK6mfgtjmE/s72-c/acid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-929623028985454528</id><published>2009-03-05T17:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:39:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you should just blast your brains away. they only make your head weigh more, and the karung guni will not even consider.</title><content type='html'>so give up :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/strangenews/090219-recession-sharks.html"&gt;http://www.livescience.com/strangenews/090219-recession-sharks.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read it, i don't see a link. (uh no pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309629817153222098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sa-YL-Q9ddI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZxK0qfNPQuY/s400/renose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OH NOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a swell in my throat now and it hurts. it's kinda hard to swallow anything, even my saliva. but it's subsiding (compared to this morning) so i doubt it's anything serious. i think it's because i ate some fries and winglets at kfc, ugh. time to limit the number of times i can eat at kfc in a month to.. 1? i will miss the fish zinger. and cheese fries. and-&lt;br /&gt;OH YES i went to kfc yesterday to do my english composition. only managed to do the mindmap and spent the rest of my time there doodling and scribbling with kathleen. kathleen helped to pay for my snack meal because i forgot to bring my wallet yesterday. i'll pay you tomorrow! (fri) ;) we stayed there for quite sometime uh then went to huijia's house to watch The Perfect Cut 2. it's some show about plastic surgery, pretty cool. and then i realised that my phone's missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yuping helped to call my handphone, and my mom picked up and we were all ???&lt;br /&gt;then i found out that it was because a staff at kfc found it, and then called my mom, (dad's hp actually) and told my mom to collect my handphone from there. so i am EXTREMELY grateful to Zainon Yusof (the staff who found my phone - sorry if i spelled your name wrongly!) for being so honest and contacting my mom and returning my handphone in one piece. i cannot find the right words to express my gratitude but really, THANKS!! you get what i mean. and so i posted a feedback on their website. thanks again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ that all happened yesterday. no way i'm going to eat kfc today when i have this pain in the throat. i really hope that i stop being careless and guard my belongings properly. i am very lucky. last year i lost my wallet and got it back; the bus captain in SBS Transit found it for me. and this year i misplace my handphone. whew! i gotta be more alert. even i am afraid of myself. what am i saying uh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it, byebye :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-929623028985454528?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/929623028985454528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=929623028985454528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/929623028985454528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/929623028985454528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-should-just-blast-your-brains-away.html' title='you should just blast your brains away. they only make your head weigh more, and the karung guni will not even consider.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/Sa-YL-Q9ddI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZxK0qfNPQuY/s72-c/renose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-1935935425994411792</id><published>2009-02-18T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:10:47.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SZwM8xxrauI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RUjIk-i9w_Y/s1600-h/hardgaybento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SZwM8xxrauI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RUjIk-i9w_Y/s400/hardgaybento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304128699428989666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SZwM05iiWgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v-W_mcNweRw/s1600-h/haruno-sakura-bento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SZwM05iiWgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/v-W_mcNweRw/s400/haruno-sakura-bento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304128564074011138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD GAY AND HARUNO SAKURA BENTOS&lt;br /&gt;cool huh? but of course, i didn't make them. found them in my bento folder.&lt;br /&gt;only started liking Sakura in shippuuden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. motivational camp is over. it was a great camp, much better than what they planned for us last year. last year's motivational camp bored me to the bone. at least for this year's camp, we get to move around, with different instructors at each station teaching us different things. not cooped up in the classroom like hens or something. at least it makes us less sleepy if we move about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originally huijia, cecelia and i planned to go for lunch after school but uh somehow we didn't because i wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; hungry since i ate 2 pizza toasts, ham &amp;amp; cheese omelette with rice in school. oh and orange juice. after i got home i WANTED to use the computer but as usual it screwed up on me so i didn't bother rebooting it again. then i read something and fell asleep at 5:30. woke up at 8 and had dinner with my bro. he was telling me about camp. he said that the pull-ups and all that are all timed and with sensors (i think). when there's 10 seconds remaining, there will be this beeping noise and when it's time for you to stop, there'll be a monotone voice that tells you to "Stop.". then we started talking about games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to do my F&amp;amp;N homework just now, but there were too many questions that i didn't know how to answer, and it was so hard to write because my shadow was always on the paper, i tried turning 90 degrees clockwise with my paper to see if the shadow disappears and then i stopped and kept my worksheets because it felt stupid. i'll do my worksheets the day after in the afternoon, since we're going for a trip to temesek poly until evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hj and ce. sorry if i was frowning or grouchy in school just now, i wasn't mad at anyone or pmsing or w/e. i was just fed up with the weather. the weather was so hot and it made me sleepy so i was kinda pissed since i needed to stay awake until school ends. i don't know if i am making any sense but you get what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1935935425994411792?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/1935935425994411792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=1935935425994411792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1935935425994411792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1935935425994411792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/02/fin.html' title='fin.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SZwM8xxrauI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RUjIk-i9w_Y/s72-c/hardgaybento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-4840354440224274106</id><published>2009-02-16T19:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:08:41.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures at last... dug from my folders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c387/BabyNeko/kushiedaLOL.gif" border="0" alt="toradora"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh kushieda. i love her, since she inspired me to express my emotions freely lol.&lt;br /&gt;she is from Toradora!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so much junk in my folders. and i have many folders containing *mostly* pictures of anime, visual novels, game concept art, cg art, photography, animals, and so on. oh, and funny pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i feel that they're the reason why my computer has so little space. whenever i feel like deleting pictures, i feel a sudden urge of deleting the entire folder, instead of going through ALL the pictures in that folder, and picking what i should delete. but. just somehow, i couldn't do it. as i am typing this there is a dogfight downstairs. not like i stuck my head out of the window to look, but their barking peals i can hear it even when i'm on my earphones with about 80% of the volume. oh, yeah. speaking of which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart skips a beat... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;when my ipod classic almost fell onto the ground just now? no shit, my heart throbbed.&lt;/span&gt; i opened the casing with the zip facing down, so it's fell out of the casing, BUT onto my lap. i thank goodness for it to drop onto my lap. i'm glad i wasn't crossing my legs at that damn moment. why the hell did i open the casing with the zip facing down, anyway? good question, but i think uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SZlOIKjQCbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6qZyvvqml5M/s1600-h/dog_i_dunno_lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SZlOIKjQCbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6qZyvvqml5M/s400/dog_i_dunno_lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303355938383595954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should start using pictures in my posts because i have tonnes. since i was an ex-livejournalist i didn't know about this blogger "add image" thingie LAST TIME since i was always using the "Edit HTML" format to post. since in livejournal i always uploaded the pictures in my photobucket, and then paste the code there. but w/e since now it's even more convenient, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this ant on my computer screen and i tried to click on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had motivational workshop today in school. although it ends at 3pm we have 1 hour of break x 2 so it's not that bad. the teamwork session and mr barton's session were great fun. after the workshop huijia, cecelia and i went to KFC (Kenpachi Fried Chicken [joke. for details type "kenpachi fried chicken deviantart" in google.]) for lunch or lunchinner and i had fish zinger for the first time. it was out for quite some time ago but i didn't buy it since i was afraid that i won't like it. but i tried it today, and whoa, it's delish. i'm gonna eat it again the next time i go there. after that when we were about to leave there was this short-lived downpour so we hanged around outside until it stopped, not completely but YOU GET WHAT I MEAN? HUH? then we went home. then my mom helped me cut my hair again because i requested and said the front was too thick. bathed and i still feel coated by the air, it's so darn stuffy in my house EVEN with the fan on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom said maybe it has something to do with the forest fires in australia. yeah, maybe. but man, i wish the weather was back to how it was in january. it was so cool and windy, no need for the fan at all. in fact, i even used blankets back in january. and i'm the kind that perspires easily and bad with warm weathers. sucks to be me xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're a sim fan, and you're anticipating for the sims 3 release, supposingly on 20 feb, then darn. they postponed the shipping date to june. LOL. i'm not that affected because i haven't got my PC yet. actually, it gives me more time to save for a PC, also. so it's kinda like a good thing for my part. but those with your gaming rigs booted up and ready for some serious sims 3-ing then i guess it's not really good news to you guys. oh well, i guess you should just get FEAR 2 for the mo. IF you like horror FPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-4840354440224274106?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/4840354440224274106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=4840354440224274106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4840354440224274106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4840354440224274106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-at-last-dug-from-my-folders.html' title='pictures at last... dug from my folders.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SZlOIKjQCbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/6qZyvvqml5M/s72-c/dog_i_dunno_lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-6242795965778993086</id><published>2009-02-15T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:51:58.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post valentine's</title><content type='html'>happy belated valentine's! i was too tired to update yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit lor, i don't have a digi cam and my hp won't let me transfer photos with the usb cable.. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got:&lt;br /&gt;rochers and candy from &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;huijia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apple lollipop + little handmade flowers + deep red rose from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cecelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bear with rose and flowers from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;kaff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lollipop from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yuping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lollipop and note from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;miao xian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jellies and note from &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;foo shi hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cornflake cookie from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choc from &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kristie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choc from &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;terrence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the presents everybody, i hope everyone had a great valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 feb:&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 11, went to din tai fung for lunch at about 3+ with my parents, aunt and bro.&lt;br /&gt;after that we went back home and i went out again to get wrappers for the gifts&lt;br /&gt;then i went to my friends place to play :D until 10, then i went back to tamp to meet HOCKY. kx, olivia's pri school friend and yp's younger bro were there too. played bball and sweated a lot. it felt damn good. after that went to macdonalds and ate my dinner at about 12 something. thanks for helping me to buy, yp :) after eating we hanged around until 1am plus and went home. after i got home i bathed, then i used the computer until 4:35am. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in for a fun post, sorry guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-6242795965778993086?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/6242795965778993086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=6242795965778993086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6242795965778993086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6242795965778993086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-valentines.html' title='post valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-6682090402555059477</id><published>2009-02-11T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:43:26.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pig, the horse and the lion.</title><content type='html'>uhh it's now&lt;br /&gt;8:51pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKY and the rest are probably having fun at huijia's house at the moment. it's so boring at home, but at least i got to catch up on my math homework for tuesday. don't wanna screw up the state of my stomach even more than how it already is. i miss out all the good food :s ugh. but i gotta abstain from spicy or sour food so i can't even eat green apples now. wath fug? aren't all fruits sour? i don't know how long i need to keep up with this. it's frustrating because everytime i ask my mom "can we have fries today?" (because there's a bag in the freezer that tastes just like macdonald's just that you gotta fry it yourself) and then she says "not until you get better." when exactly am i going to get better? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; does it mean by "better"? not like my stomach's going to tell me HEY I'M BETTER NOW YOU MAY EAT SOME FRIES NOW FFS! uhh i want to eat korean bbq food again. i want to eat chilli dogs soon. i want to eat fries. i want to eat pringles - oh nevermind i heard that they're poisoned or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;est. 1 hour 30mins+ of firedrill in the morning which was great because we get to miss assembly at the end of the day. i'm glad wednesdays are free from remedials, because much to my chagrin chemistry remedial just took over english oral remedial. or i would've free-thursdays, too. but it's all right. i don't hate science anymore.. at least not as much as how i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now my thumb feels as though it's on the verge of breaking. i crack it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no link or whatsoever but WHAT IS A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PYGMALION EFFECT&lt;/span&gt; HAR?&lt;br /&gt;as usual, it's all because of hanging around wikipedia articles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pygmalion Effect&lt;/span&gt;, a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosenthal Effect&lt;/span&gt; refers to a situation whereby students outperform (don't know if there's such a word but i'm gonna use it anyway. as long as you get what i mean there will be no problem) other students just because they are expected to. which means to say students with low or no expectations tend to produce average or poor results, but students with acceptable, or maybe in some cases, high expectations tend to do better. get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh uh i'm tired so i want to sleep now bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-6682090402555059477?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/6682090402555059477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=6682090402555059477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6682090402555059477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6682090402555059477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/02/pig-horse-and-lion.html' title='the pig, the horse and the lion.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-2303586095290013977</id><published>2009-02-10T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:12:19.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on cloud 10, 1 cloud above you all.</title><content type='html'>hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a sickening day for me so..&lt;br /&gt;sick --&gt; doctor --&gt; can't eat this and that --&gt; bored --&gt; draw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SZFuJYSChMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VdGlG-aNChk/s1600-h/pract1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SZFuJYSChMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VdGlG-aNChk/s400/pract1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301139343807775938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; get your shit right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-2303586095290013977?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/2303586095290013977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=2303586095290013977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2303586095290013977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2303586095290013977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-on-cloud-10-1-cloud-above-you-all.html' title='i&apos;m on cloud 10, 1 cloud above you all.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SZFuJYSChMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VdGlG-aNChk/s72-c/pract1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-7170291070412344467</id><published>2009-02-04T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:13:44.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weak soup chicken</title><content type='html'>oh, heavy rain today. school was as draggy as usual. some dancers came to school to perform "Floating Geometry" though they didn't really levitate or anything close. thanks to them, i find math even odder than it was before. it was so uh enjoyable and enriching lol in essence, i almost passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahhh. kathleen caught a little capybara for me! last week if i'm not wrong, i put it on my bed now with my other dream mates because it is so cute. so.. kathleen, thanks! i was bored just now so i used photoshop and drew something for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;related to our convo yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will see it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we learnt a new topic for math today. MATRICES. woohoo! it's great fun to do :D&lt;br /&gt;geography TA was okay i guess. i'm not too sure about getting full marks for the first question on the climograph, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is valentine's? i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;but i remember when sims 3 is coming out. 20 feb. which is really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEY&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe my new year resolution is to stop using expletives by the time my birthday arrives. though i think it's highly impossible, it's still worth trying so let's rephrase it to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEY&lt;br /&gt;AWWW YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. still haven't started on revision in groups. because there is always something on in school that requires us to stay back almost every day. it's kinda dreadful and i'm really lazy.. but for the sake of myself i gotta attend. not like i hate oral english on thursdays :P it's kinda like one of my favourite remedials.&lt;br /&gt;the weather is awesome recently but i have mosquitoes biting me at night. it's so darn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my primary school mother tongue teacher in primary 4 used to tell our class to allow the mosquito to suck my blood to its heart's (if it has one) content, till it flies away. this way, there won't be that lump of itchiness that you normally get when you chase it away before it's done with its business. which is true.&lt;br /&gt;and also a method i hardly follow. because most of the time when i see one i chase it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also told me that if the mosquito rests on your arm to suck your blood, you can clench your fists as tightly as possible so your muscles tighten. then the mosquito's.. mouth, or elephant-trunk-lookalike will be stuck hence, the mosquito is immobilized AND YOU CAN SLAP IT HA! but not too hard since it's still your arm, afterall. never accomplished that because when i clench my fist my hand moves and then the mosquito escapes. don't know why i'm talking about insects but man, i miss my primary school mother tongue teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the drawing i did in photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SYl9wSN6QoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FveYe5z2QYg/s1600-h/orize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SYl9wSN6QoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FveYe5z2QYg/s320/orize.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298904705055474306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA! it's for you, kaff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOYASHIMON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like it, although it's head is a bit weird. i spent some time on it so now everywhere i look at, i see yellow colour. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is all guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-7170291070412344467?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/7170291070412344467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=7170291070412344467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7170291070412344467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7170291070412344467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/02/descending-soup-chicken.html' title='weak soup chicken'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SYl9wSN6QoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FveYe5z2QYg/s72-c/orize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-3203361844832848615</id><published>2009-01-17T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:41:46.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends</title><content type='html'>boredom makes you do all sorts of things that you don't get to do during your free time.&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY LIKE DUH k carry on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, so i never knew what the 'N' in 'N' levels stand for nor what the 'O' in 'O' levels stand for. so i went to see my result slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at my N level result slip and it said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SINGAPORE-CAMBRIDGE GENERAL CERTIFICATE OF EDUCATION NORMAL (ACADEMIC) LEVEL"&lt;br /&gt;thanks, i love capslock(s)! so the result slip looked completely appealing to me. thanks singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got my O level CLB (Chinese Language Basic) result slip&lt;br /&gt;..uh i don't know when, i forgot when i recieved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GCE ORDINARY LEVEL. i cut it short because i'm too lazy to type everything out. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the difference between 'N' levels and 'O' levels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did some internet surfing. my skin got kinda tanned after i did this.&lt;br /&gt;dictionary.com as usual, and i got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normal: conforming to the standard or the common type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordinary: customary; usual; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what, so N and O actually meant the same? other than the result slip being orange for O and blue for N. no kidding, i thought O would be a word with a deeper meaning like GCE Ohmygodthisexamkillsbraincells Level or Ohshitmaybeonlysmartassescandothisexam Level but lul, it means the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..we can't be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever new year is coming YAAAAAAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;RED PACKETS YAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;COOKIES YAHHH&lt;br /&gt;AND MANDARIN ORANGES YAAH i don't actually like them but i'm just saying it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;my favourite part of CNY is the food, lion dance and the red packets. actually that's everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished my math classwork. &lt;br /&gt;after that i had 3 (SMALL) bowls of silver needle noodles (i didn't know they were called silver needle noodles till i typed 'lao shu fen' in wikipedia.) and half a salted egg + japanese sausages i bought yesterday. BURRRR&lt;br /&gt;then i played FF7, and i stopped at the City of Ancients. before that i was at the Gold Saucer in the Ghost Hotel. and there was this iron maiden in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what is an "iron maiden"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think there was the band iron maiden in the room performing, no it was not. not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; iron maiden.&lt;br /&gt;an iron maiden is a device used for torturing people. fated with torturing devices. anything i search for out of curiosity turns out to be a torturing device. not all the time, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i was saying AN IRON MAIDEN is a torturing device that is usually a cabinet made out of iron. usually the door facing the inside of the cabinet is lined with many sharp objects (such as knives or spikes) and positioned at areas where it will not pierce the vital organs so as to carry out a slow and torturous death. the condemned will die from the loss of blood or asphyxiation. asphyxiation is where someone is unable to get a decent supply of oxygen hence unable to breathe properly. an example is suffocation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more information about the iron maiden, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_maiden_(torture_device)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:s how i wish everyday was friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-3203361844832848615?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3203361844832848615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=3203361844832848615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3203361844832848615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3203361844832848615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekends.html' title='weekends'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-5215090038488670625</id><published>2009-01-12T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:48:03.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>my name is your name and i am in secondary 5. i just had dinner and i am about to update my dusty domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. happy be-verylated new year&lt;br /&gt;#2. congrats to everyone who got their n level results (swap #2 with #1 thanks)&lt;br /&gt;#3. i haven't posted anything since dec 19 WHAT THE FUCKKK-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall begin with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my humble abode. although this is not a house.. *cough*. right.&lt;br /&gt;i love vocabulary, although sometimes i hate it because occasionally when i think of a word i don't know where to squeeze it in when forming sentences BECAUSE i don't wanna make the sentence sound so desperate-to-proof-that-i-know-profound-words-ish. it is extremely annoying and drats,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the o level results were released today. and i don't know my clb results yet? not like i am interested in knowing but i still wanna have the paper for keepsake. maybe i should check the board tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*refers back to http://reisylia.blogspot.com*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that my paragraphs are so overly packed and too wordy. are they? well i think so. and the fonts are small and white on a black background. sigh. fortunately for me, i am not going to edit my templates because i like it the way it is. if your eyes hurt just open notepad and c/p lah, since my blog is not some anti-underline crapsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of anti, do you guys pronounce 'anti' as 'en-tee' or 'en-tye'? i used to pronounce it as 'en-tee' but now i use 'en-tye'. i don't know which is correct, and i hope that word doesn't come out during oral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said today is the o level result release date. some people were crying, and some were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; crying; although there is a big difference between the two. obviously last year's o levels must have been hellish and i cannot imagine what this year's o levels will be like. frankly speaking, i am quite worried. though my brother said that if this year's results are really bad, they'll lower the standard. and i don't wanna put too much hope into that. hoping gets me nowhere. okay.. since i said that, i should cancel off the part where i said "i hope that the word 'anti' will not come out during the o level oral.". i'd be better off learning the correct pronounciation of 'anti' then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the past few days have been kinda chilly. it's a good thing, anyway. i don't hate it. i have 2 quilts and 2 blankets but i think sometimes they're not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes. cecelia gave me a terrapin for christmas, and i bought 3 more to befriend it. they are getting along very well :) thanks cecelia. was cleaning their tanks today (the big terrapin and the little ones, the big one's eyes are still closed.. i'm very worried that something will happen to him. GET WELL SOON PLEASE! :s) and today i added some smooth and gray pebbles into their tank.. they like it! and i like it too. i bet it feels like new furniture to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days whenever i refill my waterbottle, i smell my terrapins. what i mean is when i refill my waterbottle i smell the water that's in my waterbottle and it smells like the water in the tank. i don't know why. i didn't put stabilizer in my water NOR have i put my terrapins into the bottle before.. i'm guessing it's because i change their tank water often so my nose saved the terrapin smell in its nose memory or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love terrapins because their mouth is triangle-shaped and they are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way i can't change my flash fetish playlist in any way because i forgot my username and password due to not logging in for so long. HAHAHA. may your ears suffer happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of music, my ex-harman/kardon speakers were playing games; sometimes only the left speaker works, sometimes both, and sometimes both &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; work, so i unplugged them and threw them away because my brother gave me a pair of his old speakers which i assumed were good ones, which turned out to be my false assumption because they make my music sound so husky. I REGRETTED DUMPING MY ORIGINAL ONES AWAY. they were bad but they didn't sound hoarse like these. sigh. gonna get SOUNDSTICKSII if i can, along with my new computer at the end of the year. cash saving in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, this is sudden but you know what? o level's a bitch. maybe just for me. i doubt i can catch up on the standard because it's so damn tough. little self-confidence on my part, but i don't wanna fail the god damn exam and then have to cry and wheeze like a dog on the day the results are released. yeah, sure, made it to secondary 5 and i thought i wouldn't be far from its standard. but it's worlds apart. might have made the wrong choice to return to secondary 5. i'm still unsure of what to do, but i do know that this year's F&amp;N coursework question is tasteless to the max. and heck, i have 2 courseworks to do. this is fuckin' gay. total killjoy day for me. after looking at how the past year's batch did, which wasn't poor, already warned me that it wasn't easy-peasily done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel wasted from thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-5215090038488670625?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/5215090038488670625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=5215090038488670625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5215090038488670625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5215090038488670625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-2575108389992526243</id><published>2008-12-19T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:08:17.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi guise</title><content type='html'>sup guys. i haven't posted anything since 5 dec. what a hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, many things happened. first of all (events not arranged in chronicle order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks yuping for your cookies. :)&lt;br /&gt;didn't get a chance to thank you when you gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day (i can't recall when), we went to huijia's place to bake cookies. had a lot of fun. there were people drifting inside the oven. HAHAHA. miaoxian said that, and i remembered laughing like mad. then huijia let us listen to this message ringtone. some should be familiar with the tone that goes "tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet, sms!".. but the one huijia played is "tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet, sms, sms..." it's hard to explain the silly echo here. please ask huijia to play it from her handphone when you see her to understand what i'm talking about. huijia, miaoxian and i were laughing like crazy when huijia played that message tone. yuping wasn't affected because it was used as her message tone before. after that i started calling jubi and kobi's names as "ju-bye" and "ko-bye". HAHAH. oh man. those jokes are too memorable to forget, because i remember laughing so hard my blood rushed up into my brains so my face was really red. as i am typing this my fingers are white in colour because it's freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. what else? ohh yes. azabu sabo. we went to azabu sabo to eat, because olivia was craving for it. tried out the stuff we didn't try on the previous trip. really good as usual! i loved my dessert very much. heehe. it was vanilla ice-cream with hotballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... for the innocent, yeah.. hotballs, not hotshot.&lt;br /&gt;for the dirty-minded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH YOU KNOW YEAH I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were like hotcakes but shaped like a fishball. and they put maple syrup on it, and they're hot, so it really adds contrast to the ice-cream. you're cold and you're hot, you're no then you're yes, etc. cecelia's maid theme song. maria mati wati fathima, if i am not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the trip to azabu sabo.. went to this year's retro eoy 2008 cosplay event at the expo with jo, huijia, olivia, kathleen, miao xian, sufi and julian. and it was awesome! i especially loved the Rock Lee(s) from baka-ninja! and also Zack Fair, protagonist of the well-known PSP game Crisis Core; (haven't got a chance to play that game myself yet) who starred in Advent Children as well. i couldn't find any Bya-Byas (or Brakushi says kath) that i like. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;how very sad.&lt;/span&gt; kath didn't find any Hitsugaya-taichous that she found good, either. Devit was really Devit-ish though. cosplayed by a female. uhm. and OH YES there was Nel from Bleach! i wish they had a group with all the Espadas. i like Grimmjow and Halibel. or maybe they didn't want to be spoilers.. nevermind about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was also a very well made gundam bot. or was it code geass? sorry if it's not, i'm not good with identifying bots. other than cosplays there were also doll exhibits at the other side of the hall. there were booths set-up to show case their Dream of Dolls, or maybe others. also booths with hand-made knitted craft. very cute stuff!! i loved the competition. xxxHolic's female protagonist (Yuuko Ichihara) was very pretty! the mc kept asking for a fire extinguisher. hahaha! Cid from FF7 was really Cid-ish too. "I smoke because smoking kills.", he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regretted deeply for not managing to borrow a camera with me that very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also there was one day this month we went to huijia's house to watch this movie titled "The Reaping". it was pretty good. watch it :) it's about bugs.&lt;br /&gt;that didn't sound too interesting, hahaha. it's about this girl who was sacrificed. very cool yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent a few days during my holiday working. went to SNP with olivia for a day to sub in for people since they needed the help. Willynn called me and suddenly told me to get 2 more friends. huijia and cecelia couldn't make it because they were busy / had something on. kath was still sleeping, LOL and so i only managed to ask olivia to pick up the assignment with me. i did ezlink card initializing again, while olivia did posb bankbook checking, to check for missing pages, and whether the page numbers are printed correctly. it's not too bad. and when break time came, she was freezing. and she kinda caught a cold because of it. so sorry oli, i didn't know we were assigned to this place. didn't know until Willynn told me it was "SNP". hope you are feeling better! after work we took a cab back to tamp (she's still freezing) and went to macdonalds and met up with kath :D went inside to sit after oli defrosted. hahaha! and bought our food. kath talked about some jokes from bokura ga ita. LOL. damn funny. we talked for quite some time and then we went home. tired as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. following this marks the day we went to aljunied, bugis and simei. went to aljunied to get traditional wife's biscuit for my mom because she likes eating it. didn't taste as good as i had expected it to, but it's doesn't taste nasty either. i wonder why it tastes so different as compared to last time (when i was pri 4). maybe the store owner changed or something.. at least we got to buy it. i'm still glad that the shop wasn't demolished or something, if not we would've went for nothing. after we got the biscuits, we went to simei's eastpoint to eat. the store at the basement has nice food.&lt;br /&gt;... would've been perfect if they could get rid of the flies. after that we went to pet's safari to look at animals. the labrador retriever was still there, and cute too xD we saw a very cute and furry chihuahua and a hyperactive short haired chihuahua. they had some kind of personality / gender swap.. to me, that is. the furry one was labeled "male" but it was so gentle and delicate and that shorthaired one was "female" but super restless. hahah! huijia got a noisy toy for her pets. jubi likes it very much. and that toy is extremely high pitched. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to popular to walk around. wanted to get games but didn't if not my bank's gonna die from starvation. got some snoopy pencils, wooden pencils and cute pencil caps. kath liked the usagi one a lot. haha :D after that we went to phoon huat to get hj's baking stuff! couldn't find what i needed. or should i say it was hard to look. it was surprisingly cramped that day! psh. after simei, went back to tamp, and to bugis because olivia needed to collect things she ordered from a blogshop. a cute bracelet and other stuff i think. went to bugis arcade and kath got herself a stitch collectible. huijia was fed up with the ufo catcher. hahah. after that oli bought chocolate lava and we went home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 DEC was the release of the n level results. quite surprised that i managed to pass math, combined science and combined humanities. it was a miracle. my original plan of going straight to ITE clementi was hindered with thoughts of going to higher nitec / secondary 5. reason why i planned to go to ITE clementi before hand was because i was expecting to get more that 10 points. so i was prepared to go into ITE. but 9 points really gave me a hard time deciding on where i should really go for. i spent most of the time vexing over which route i should step on. i really thought a lot. it was depressing, damned and pretty much annoying to have something unpleasant taking up most of your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i wanted to go to ITE clementi was because it's the only campus that offers pastry and baking, also, the lessons are conducted at Baking Industry Training Centre (BITC) and it ALSO costs a bomb. 10685$ and i've only counted what i need in the course. excluding at any point of time whether i need to retake an exam, replace an id card, etc. i still have not included transport fees and my daily allowance for school. and it's only for a NITEC. amazing, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had thoughts of going for higher nitec since i thought it'll be kinda fast if i go complete higher nitec, and proceed on to year 2 in polytechnic. that's awesome, of course; only if i am interested in the handful of courses available for higher nitec. i didn't like any of them. oh, i liked one. game development. but i don't know what the environment is like. so i played safe. i'd rather excel in something that i enjoy wholeheartedly than forcefully attempt to do well in a course that i don't even wanna see more than 2 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.. secondary 5. i just submitted the form today. spent lots of time thinking, and i've decided to return for sec 5. speed decision making. we only have less than a day to think. so, i'm planning to go for it, work my ass off for the subjects i'm weak at and do even better than this year, so that i will do well in my o levels and have many choices to choose from. i don't want to make life miserable for myself. i want to make life easier whenever i have the chance to. working hard first and enjoying life later is just as similar as eating the food that you hate the most on your plate first, then savouring the ones that you like at the end; or eating the tiny bits of fries before eating full-length ones. just using my eating habits as an example so don't hate. LET'S WORK OUR BUTTS OFF. let's fucking do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after submitting the forms went to kfc with huijia, celia and shihui, to accompany them for lunch. they wasted a lot of food. hahaha. had fun gossiping about pork belly girl ;] after that went to prime to see if they sell unsalted butter, and there wasn't so we went to my house. they helped with the cookie dough and all that, and shihui was singing very loudly LOL. then she told us that her mom went to buy a microwave oven instead of a fan oven. had a lot of fun. sorry if i bored you guys, i don't have much entertainment other than the tv; and also thanks for coming over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-2575108389992526243?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/2575108389992526243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=2575108389992526243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2575108389992526243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2575108389992526243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi-guise.html' title='hi guise'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-7213176766981892925</id><published>2008-12-05T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:14:35.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the title of my post.</title><content type='html'>thanks, cecelia. for accompanying me to get clothes. and forking out money for the leggings. will pay you the food money + leggings when i turn that piece of paper into money. also, welcome back to singapore sufi. eat lots of ebi fry before you return man.&lt;br /&gt;to be frank, i don't know what is happening. to your brains. are they blasted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-7213176766981892925?l=reisylia.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-8599166884473757185.post-6095726861151089342</id><published>2008-11-30T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:00:10.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>haven't updated in awhile, as usual. i've been doing a lot of stuff, such as reading wikipedia, going out, watching videos on youtube, looking at cakes, reading manga, watching anime, working (only last tuesday and wednesday). let me try to uh, recall what i've been doing. specifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go back to last &lt;u&gt;wednesday 24/11&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work with huijia. cecelia didn't go because she was sick. she vomitted. :s i wonder if it was because of last tuesday when we bought the food from the basement. their fried ebi didn't look exactly fresh you see. so we went to eunos and then took the bus to our workplace. this time we didn't get the wrong way. hahah. the first 2 hours at work was okay, i was wide awake. it was when the third hour started i don't know why, suddenly i had the urge to fall asleep. i kept nodding off. i closed my eyes for 10 seconds and then open my eyes again when the card is done initializing. LMAO. i almost fell asleep i think. after a few hours of struggle it was break time. YES. YES. YES.&lt;br /&gt;huijia told me that she wanted to fall asleep in the room too. can't be helped; that place is really comfy and quiet as hell. after that during break i ate bread and huijia drank some hot milo. we went to the railings to look at what's opposite of us. the civil defence. they were training this fireman or something. then the policeman there saw us, then he smiled at us like :D hahaha. super friendly. then when he climbed down the ladder he also smiled at us. LOL. fun break imo. then.. back to work. and after the clock hit 2:30 we went back by bus 22. LONG way to the bus stop! and when we were getting past this field someone from the factory nearby shouted "SNAKE!" in mandarin from above. snake my ass. there were none. i would love to see one. finally the bus 22 came, hj went to meet celia at her house and i went home. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i had intended to bathe and go to junzhi's chalet with them, but i fell asleep while waiting for my mom to come out of the toilet because i needed to bathe.&lt;/span&gt; and the next thing i know it was 11:50 at night when i woke up. hahahaha. what the heck, i missed out the bbq food. but happy belated birthday dude. i bet the coffee tasted great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was that face for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that face means that i can't remember what happened for 25, 26, 27, 28 and 29 of november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:((((( i have 5 chins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you heard of "sperm whales"?&lt;br /&gt;i bet you have, you dirty assholes. but really, sperm whales are given that name because they have this substance called "spermaceti" found in its head and is often mistaken for SPERM OR SEMEN. sorry if you feel uncomfortable please skip to the last paragraph thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying. this spermaceti organ is actually for adjusting the whale's buoyancy.&lt;br /&gt;buoyancy is the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;upward force of an object produced by the surrounding liquid or gas in which it is fully or partially immersed due to the pressure difference of the fluid between the top and bottom of the object&lt;/span&gt;. [from wikipedia]&lt;br /&gt;if that was a little bit hard to understand without an example, let's create a scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's say, you're going to wash the dishes. there is a basin full of water, you put a plastic bowl (not a porcelain one because it might sink 'cause it's to heavy) on the surface and let go. it floats, right? if not please check your bowl it might have holes in it. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is buoyancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, the spermaceti organs in the sperm whale's head is for that purpose.&lt;br /&gt;before diving, the cold water is brought through the organ, and the substance will solidify. when it solidifies, it adds on roughly 40kg, allowing the whale to dive with very little effort. and when the whale dives to deep levels, the oxygen that it has stored will be used up, and excess heat melts the solidified spermaceti, and it can now surface without any effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you fell asleep while reading this.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i'm not posting some fake bull. these are FACTS.&lt;br /&gt;and i love animals. like i said if you feel uncomfortable you should just skip to the last paragraph. uncomfortable = bored, disgusted, weird, etc.&lt;br /&gt;so.. lesson learnt: don't read content that do not intrigue you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn straight.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MOMMI AND PA2 I'M SORRY I COULDN'T BAKE YOU ANYTHING TODAY BECAUSE KORKOR SAID HE DIDN'T MAKE APPOINTMENT WITH YOU ALL THEN HE SAY HE DIDN'T WANNA COOK ANYMORE AND I DIDN'T HAVE A RECIPE FOR A SPONGE CAKE ON HAND AND I CAN'T PRINT ONE OUT BECAUSE THE PRINTER IS SPOILT (I PROBABLY WILL NOT HAVE THE INGREDIENTS ANYWAY) I HOPE YOU'RE NOT DISAPPOINTED OR ANYTHING WHEN I GET MY PAY I WILL BRING YOU AND PA2 OUT FOR TIMSUM THANKS PLEASE DON'T DISOWN ME I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capslock is cruise control for cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-6095726861151089342?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/6095726861151089342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=6095726861151089342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6095726861151089342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6095726861151089342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-8339918690653414715</id><published>2008-11-25T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:54:46.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cartilage is falling down</title><content type='html'>my cartilage (i don't know of cartilage is the same as soft bone) on my right shoulder is wearing off i think. i can feel my right arm joint rubbing on my right shoulder and it hurts. my arm may dislocate any moment. rofl. help me find my arm if it ever falls off.. thanks. finder will be awarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm really scared about sleeping. what if i toss and turn in bed when i sleep and then my arm suddenly decides to disconnect itself (HERSELF to be exact) from me? GG. k let me keep that off my mind for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work at SNP building today with huijia and celia. they said it was cold but it wasn't that cold to me.. terrence and the rest said it was extremely boring but after i worked there from 7:30 to 2:15 it didn't appear to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; boring. thanks a lot terrence, for getting slots for us! owe you a meal. (and sorry kath for the terribly big mistake x.x) so.. i really love the people there because they are really helpful and friendly. i made a handful of mistakes today (HANDFUL MEANS 'SOME'. i would describe 'LOTS' with assful) and am glad i did not recieve a mouthful from the team leader. huijia and celia found the place so comfortable they almost slept, lol! went back to tamp after work. got our lunch from basement and ms mussel's 15pc mussels and we tried to look for a place to settle down to eat but there were none so we went to open plaza but it was hot like * so we went to the interchange and took the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the best day of my life.. i actually met my idol, at the guard office of SNP! after work! darn.. i was so surprised i almost puked over my jacket, disregard the stench of rubber gloves. i forgot to get his autograph. shit huh? he is from taiwan.. or so he claims. your fringe kinda rocks. what the fuck? NO IT DOESN'T? huijia thought she saw a spirit. sorry but i'd suggest you back off because the only ghost that can be here in singapore should be me. the hungry ghost in human form. shoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go back to your playclub / changi village.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-8339918690653414715?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/8339918690653414715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=8339918690653414715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8339918690653414715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8339918690653414715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/cartilage-is-falling-down.html' title='cartilage is falling down'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-2447074162401707893</id><published>2008-11-23T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:14:48.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rita Mordio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SSkefjA9S0I/AAAAAAAAADs/KDkaQ8E_42w/s1600-h/tovrmp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SSkefjA9S0I/AAAAAAAAADs/KDkaQ8E_42w/s320/tovrmp1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271778366137912130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita Mordio from Tales of Vesperia.&lt;br /&gt;original character design by Fujishima Kōsuke.&lt;br /&gt;fanart by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SSlmH0uaC9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/nZwKPgpeB6g/s1600-h/tovrmp1coloured.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SSlmH0uaC9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/nZwKPgpeB6g/s320/tovrmp1coloured.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271857123412282322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT 9:52pm: oooooh. i coloured and added her choker and robe collar. i can't believe i did lineart and colouring in a day. well i'm shocked because i never did lineart + colour in 1 day before. please tell me if i have improved at coloring.&lt;br /&gt;...thank you in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SSmPL5yslNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GoKfRI9rha0/s1600-h/tovrmp1colourededit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SSmPL5yslNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GoKfRI9rha0/s320/tovrmp1colourededit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271902273468667090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**EDITT 1:13AM: ok this is much better. i edited it again. have fun comparing. you'll notice a difference!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-2447074162401707893?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/2447074162401707893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=2447074162401707893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2447074162401707893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/2447074162401707893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/rita-mordio.html' title='Rita Mordio'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SSkefjA9S0I/AAAAAAAAADs/KDkaQ8E_42w/s72-c/tovrmp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-543040879934411687</id><published>2008-11-22T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:08:59.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i HATE ketchup.</title><content type='html'>woke up at 3:30 today. NOON. i slept at 4am last night. hahah. then.. i woke up from a dream. a very random, hilarious and memorable one. i hope it continues from where it left off tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this was what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of huijia, miaoxian and me walking at the side of the expressway, the one entering bedok reservoir. then.. the reservoir wasn't a reservoir anymore. it became an ocean, and there was a cruise there! so we went to look. then, huijia and miaoxian were curious, they went in. i said "hey, it's not nice to go into someone's cruise especially when we're not invited." but they went in anyway. so i told them "ok, i'll wait outside." the cruise had a window, so i could see what was inside. there were 2 pirate ships. one was small, it was for kids to ride on and the other was a big sized pirate ship, like the one in escape theme park. they were riding on the big one. so i stood outside the cruise and watched.. for 10 minutes and got restless, so i went into the cruise after much hesitation xD after i got in, i went to explore the interior. i opened doors randomly, and to my surprise i opened a door that happened to be hosting a wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went in. i don't know why i went in but i did anyway. then i sat down at the first table i saw that had an empty seat. at that table, i saw Irene Ang and Edmund Chen (both of them are mediacorp artistes). they looked at me with O_O when i sat down, but restored to their normal expressions because they thought i was invited. i don't know whose wedding it was. who cares? okay. and then, after eating the food, Irene Ang called for the chef. so.. the chef came out.. and it appeared to be Paul Twohill. i was shocked! Paul Twohill sat beside me, while Irene Ang was telling him that the food tastes really bad, etc. Paul just kept quiet, nodding and accepting the critiques. i was really angry because she was critisizing him as a chef (because i want to become a chef when i grow up too) and humiliating him infront of everyone at the table, and i didn't find the food bad. she raised her fork and poked a prawn. she dipped the prawn in ketchup. and suddenly i stared at her and said: "i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; ketchup." with a stern look on my face. she was shocked. everyone at the table was. Paul looked at me. he whispered some things to me.. something like "hey, actually that felt really good. i don't like her too.". i can't recall what he said exactly. we talked a lot, but i can't remember what. huijia and miaoxian were still at the pirate ship (i assume.. since i wasn't outside i wouldn't know, i was in some wedding dinner hall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of that happened in my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;. they did not happen in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;real life&lt;/span&gt;. i don't know why i had a dream like that, but i am very sure i enjoyed it and had a lot of fun. i hope to have more dreams like that! it's the first time having such a comical dream in my life. most of the time i dream of myself getting chased by something, rolling off a steep hill, or falling off a cliff. so this is something really pleasant, for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after i woke up at 3:30 i saw many messages and a miss call from huijia. she asked me if i want to go to simei. so i told her to give me an hour. i went to bathe, and ate a large plate of fried noodles my mom cooked, and some cheese bread my brother bought for me. it had mushrooms on it with a lot of cheese. very tasty, especially after i baked it in the toaster. after that went to meet huijia and took 291. olivia joined after, and i told them about my dream. they found it hilarious too. hahaha! then we took the mrt to simei, got back huijia's phone, and they went to eat at Eighteen Chefs. go eat there next time, it's at east point level 1. awesome food. then... this kid there, only 12, he's a trainee chef!! god damn jealous. and then he came to ask olivia if he minds making friends with a staff at the bar. even handed her a name card, and gave me us complimentary ice cream. hahah! then olivia's ice cream was shaped like a snowman, with a strawberry nose and raisins as eyes and buttons. so sweet huh! they just met too. LOL. i think that guy fell in love with olivia at first sight. after we left, we went to pet safari. we saw really cute animals! there we 3 guinea pigs (not little pigs) and they had really messy fur. like out of bed hair. hahaha. so cute!! and then we saw a really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; male husky. my goodness.. he was handsome as hell. huge, and really smart looking. then we went to look at the puppies. we saw toy poodles.. chihuahuas (with hair) and a mini dachshund. they were all cute! and a samoyed and yellow labrador retriever.. either a yellow labrador retriever or a golden retriever. i couldn't tell. man.. i wish hdb flats allowed big and majestic dogs. :c i love big dogs. after that we went back to tampines. i got some finger food and we went to huijia's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched saw v. it was disgusting as usual. hahaha. then celia came. watched some scenes from hotshot, then they had their pedicure / manicure session. not me, but i helped celia put pink on her fingers. HAHAH. i rock :D i hope it looked alright. then we read some teenage and OH YAH i haven't pay celia for the bubbletea. return you 1$ next time i see you. ok after that we listened to a lot of music and talked crap and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. alright that's all for today bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-543040879934411687?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/543040879934411687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=543040879934411687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/543040879934411687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/543040879934411687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-ketchup.html' title='i HATE ketchup.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-8585874746166003652</id><published>2008-11-21T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:38:46.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what now?</title><content type='html'>i'm updating my blog now because my mom wants to get the address for SPCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de facto, my rabbit (Jack) has been ill for quite some time. it was sudden, and till today i still can't think of a reason why his legs became weak. if i am not wrong, it started roughly a month ago. that's where his left hind leg became really weak. you know how rabbits look like, right? their hind legs are like the ones of a kangaroo. curved and supporting their bodies. yeah. so picture that in your mind.. but Jack's left hind leg is not bend. it's straight. because it's so weak it's just following the terrain. how do i explain this.. okay it's as if the hind leg is straight out. geddit? and slowly his left fore leg became like that, and then his right hind leg and fore leg. it is saddening and heartbreaking to look at him like that. i want to help him, but i don't know how to. sometimes i wonder if it's painful. and because he can't move right now, he stays stationary at one spot; we have to put the food on the base of the cage (not in the bowl anymore) and put a saucer of water beside, or else he wouldn't be able to eat nor drink. his legs can't support him anymore. i don't understand why this is happening. we didn't abuse him and he didn't fall from any high places, so what's this? what's the message? "god is a kid and likes to play games"? or should i conclude that there is no god? first, you took away my first pet rabbit, Sunshine, who had a tumor on his leg. THEN you took away my friend who's barely 19, and now you torment Jack? if there really was god, no one would suffer or die for reasons other than sin or age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  the one Supreme Being, the creator and ruler of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;2.  the Supreme Being considered with reference to a particular attribute: the God of Islam.&lt;br /&gt;3.  (lowercase) one of several deities, esp. a male deity, presiding over some portion of worldly affairs.&lt;br /&gt;4.  (often lowercase) a supreme being according to some particular conception: the god of mercy.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Christian Science. the Supreme Being, understood as Life, Truth, Love, Mind, Soul, Spirit, Principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why you're getting so much praise, or why "god" is even in the dictionary. you're disgusting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend never deserved such treatment. neither did my pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack will be put to sleep. today. she can't bear looking at him suffer like that any longer, too. putting an animal to sleep: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal_euthanasia&lt;br /&gt;that's why my mom asked for their address. my first rabbit (Sunshine) got put to sleep too, because his leg had a tumor or something like that and it kept bleeding some kinda water profusely. if you think i'm stupid for making such a fuss for an animal, it's because my pet is family. if you're laughing, i'll make sure i laugh at you when your mom dies; since you can laugh at a death of my family member, so can i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding the bbq and photos, just go look at huijia or olivia's blog. i don't bother posting the photos, since they're all repeated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-8585874746166003652?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/8585874746166003652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=8585874746166003652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8585874746166003652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8585874746166003652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-now.html' title='what now?'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-7811589444037822948</id><published>2008-11-20T08:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:18:11.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serious business</title><content type='html'>to those who came to the barbeque yesterday (19 November 2008):&lt;br /&gt;a very very big thank you for making time to join us at the barbeque. we hope you had fun + enjoyed the food there. i hope the chicken wings were cooked enough and not medium-rare. although there are a handful of those.. but don't get mad because we're really not professionals at starting fires / making sure the food is ready and safe to eat. but i really hope none of you got diahorrhea.. or anything near that state. if you liked the chicken wings and stingrays.. we got them from BBQ Wholesale. so next time please buy your bbq food from there. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? i actually dozed off with my hands on my keyboard and my eyes closed while sitting on the chair after writing the first paragraph. my hands are still shaking from carrying the really tormenting styrofoam box. it made so much lactic acid gather at the inner strip of muscles at my elbows. It HURTS. and i'm really god damn tired, so i am going brush my teeth, bathe and go to sleep. again, thank you so much for your time and presence. uh.. don't expect fast replies to sms / missed calls because when i sleep i really don't know what's happening even if there is a war going on outside my house. thanks.. again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-7811589444037822948?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/7811589444037822948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=7811589444037822948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7811589444037822948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7811589444037822948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/serious-business.html' title='serious business'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-5268419821031161813</id><published>2008-11-19T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:49:35.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_|_</title><content type='html'>it was necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-5268419821031161813?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/5268419821031161813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=5268419821031161813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5268419821031161813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5268419821031161813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_19.html' title='_|_'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-1701905393966780099</id><published>2008-11-18T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:57:02.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good old tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Blogthings of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Midnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/midnight.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a night owl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/"&gt;What Time Of Day Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a normal tuesday today!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go out anywhere.. because i wanted to stay at home to accompany my mom.&lt;br /&gt;didn't go get rice and lightsticks with kath and the rest. i almost typed lipsticks.&lt;br /&gt;missed breakfast today as usual. it happens everyday since i always wake up real late.&lt;br /&gt;so i got up at around 12 noon today and mom fried chicken wings for lunch at 2pm. ate chicken wings with porridge. and then after that i &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; wanted to eat so i had a bowl of cereal with milk. hahaha. interested in knowing how big my stomach / how powerful my digestive system is? i don't even know. it's a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that around 5:30pm i ate 10 lemon butter cream biscuits while watching Blood+. i stopped at episode 4. i will continue tomorrow. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i stopped my mom came into the room and told me that my aunt was coming over, so i switched off my PC and went to the living room. when she arrived we had a chat for roughly 2 hours before dinner. she asked me about where i plan to go to after getting my n level certificate.. what i've been doing during the holidays.. work.. the bbq.. (&lt;strong&gt;she suggested that the next time i start a gathering or something like that, i should make it potluck. "Potluck" is a gathering of people where each of the guests invited bring along a dish that is meant to be shared amongst everyone else. maybe we should do that next time! this way it'll be extremely fair and fun at the same time, since everyone gets to be a part of it. :p&lt;/strong&gt;) whether i still bake.. and i share with her my pissed-off moments at work. she also told me that unreasonable tick-offs at work are inevitable. it's really true and i plan to learn from it. i have to stop complaining and start adapting to environments, people and workload. i love my auntie because she understands, and i'm really glad she does! after talking to her for 2 hours we were just in time for dinner. DELISHERS. my mom cooked steamed fish. the gravy was so (L). and fried chicken wings from lunch, potato carrot soup, and mushroom+vegetables. i love :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finished dinner my aunt showed me the pictures in her digital camera. she went to spain, greece, and italy last week. she took the plane to spain and then took the cruise from spain to tour about these places. the cruise stops at the different countries and they tour there on their own. sounds really fun! the scenery was awesome too. lots of chapels, sculptures, detailed architecture. to summarize it.. europe looks beautiful. and the cruise was huge. she told me about the buffet on the cruise. i listened attentively. hahaha! because i love food xD. pizza.. pasta.. and even a small section for sushi. so cool. i wanna go on a cruise some day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she bought a small bag of candy and figs. the figs were nice but it was hard to bite. i doubt anyone reading this likes figs. i'm very sure most of my friends hate figs. hahah. only ancient history people like me will like food like figs and bittergourd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's barbeque day!! i can't wait!! hahaha! food. *hungry ghost spirits flying out of my body*&lt;br /&gt;i am a hungry ghost that came out during the 7th month but forgot to go back when the gate was closing because i was too busy eating offerings. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. so you may want to hire some bodyguards for your platter.. :s just a suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to huijia's house tomorrow morning to help her prepare the food~ :3 i am so excited for tomorrow! argh. what should i do? will i be able to wake up? will i be able to start the fire for the barbeque? will i be able to sleep? will i be abl- *snore*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: don't brood over matters too much. you'll be asleep before you know it, since the things that trouble you are such trivial and boring matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1701905393966780099?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/1701905393966780099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=1701905393966780099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1701905393966780099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1701905393966780099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-old-tuesday.html' title='good old tuesday.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-9034668982974725042</id><published>2008-11-17T03:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:59:30.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bon appetite!</title><content type='html'>let's begin with an appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like i haven't updated since 11. sorry :s it's the same ol' reason.&lt;br /&gt;laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we move on to the main course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots have happened in the past few days, pretty lazy to recall what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;but recently i've started working at this restaurant in serangoon garden. it's some hong kong cafe that the boss of SUMI Yakitori opened. the food is pretty good, so go and eat there. it's called Lan Kwai Fong.. or at least i think it is. i don't like working there so i don't remember much of it. it's like orchard road in there. scrambling and rushing all over the place. it's not as big as SUMI, and it's really cramped. easy to manage.. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting outta there after i get a better job. they're only playing 5 per hour for all the shit you do. it's tiring, unrewarding and irritating. there are wrong orders on the 2nd day of work. i got yelled at something i didn't do, i got lectured for something i didn't serve, i got force-fed with attitude from my boss who couldn't get what he wanted, when i told him that i CAN'T FIND ANY SQUARE CONTAINERS.&lt;br /&gt;you're fed up in the kitchen? so am i. i won't ever shout at my employees like that. IF i did, i would apologize. you must think i'm asking for too much. i know i am. and i'm not lowering my head because i didn't do anything wrong. why should i get scolded for something i didn't do? because i get paid? lmao. then i don't want your multi-purpose cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donny, we all thought of you when we were working there. you'd make a much better boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's frustrating. that place. most of the people there are nice, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escape better give kathleen her pay.&lt;br /&gt;if not they're gonna be famous for not paying the people who worked for them.&lt;br /&gt;che.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with huijia, kathleen and olivia today. we met huijia after she finished work at 3++ noon at tampines mrt PLAYform (c) Olivia. hahaha! we got there later than she did x.x but when we did we got on the train and went to tanah merah to get to expo. there was a food expo going on there.. so we went to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIS. GUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;it was extremely disappointing!&lt;br /&gt;we spent half of our life swimming through the swarms of flesh and it was all normal, local food. i thought they'd have something more interesting this year... but no. we didn't buy ANYTHING at all. ok, huijia did bought passion fruit juice. it was good BUT NOTHING ELSE, OK? geez. and i was looking forward to it too. &lt;_&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xiao long bao. they're dumplings with stock inside. they looked like UFOs. hahaha, kathleen named it. then oli ordered spring rolls. yummy!! they had fried rice too. the soup was goood! mmmmm. @_@ i hope i dream of eating there tonight. or should i say tomorning since it's already 4:07am. ahhhhhhhh. i wanna go there again soon! i'm going to bring my mother and brother there to eat. hahah. DELISHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad we went to the expo anyways.. though we didn't enjoy the food in the expo, we enjoyed the food out of the expo! hahah. thanks a lot for bringing us there huijia!! we love you :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating we went to GIANT to get our bbq stuff. we spent a lot of time there. it was a messy place. to be honest i prefer NTUC / Carrefour more. BUT i bought a nice umbrella there. kathleen got the price tag off for me. heeheh. thanks a lot. olivia bought a tent.. she wanted a pink one but it wasn't big enough. hahah. but it was really worth it! 20$++ for a 4-man tent (or 4-woman tent). we got all the stuff.. and went to pay. thanks for helping us pay first, olie. will pay you back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to tm. wanted to eat mos burger. yummie. tried the butterfly prawns. but the butterfly prawns were nothing special. so i'd suggest you to get their mussels instead. we kept joking there. i can't remember what we joked about but i remember us laughing like mad. huijia was un-high because she was tired.. failed at making her high :c hope she gets a good sleep today and recovers fully tomorrow. kathleen had clam chowder. LET'S GO TO FISH &amp;amp; CO. EXPRESS SOON. i wants ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was bloated like * then went to ntuc to walk around, after that we went to the interchange to catch 291 and went to hj's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed jubi and kobiii. hahah. her sis was at home so we couldn't go into her room.. then we ordered the food for the bbq. then we found out that the stuff from bbq wholesale were cheaper! DAMN. IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh forget it. let's just take it as fees for a lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;after that kathleen and i watched some funny scenes from animes.. and then we went home. sorry we took up your time when you were tired huijia. rest well and get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after that after olie showed me her charlie chaplin stunts. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for dessert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;not me. i'm getting some guy to do it.&lt;br /&gt;guan xiong.. you're a wuss for real.&lt;br /&gt;huh? why don't you bash him up on your own?&lt;br /&gt;though i feel that it's necessary for me to crush your balls first.&lt;br /&gt;pfft. you probably don't have any :)&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, the other time the person who insulted you on msn.. wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;and you jumped to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;i'm disgusted by that.&lt;br /&gt;you made me really pissed when you accused me of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;wanna hit me?&lt;br /&gt;i remember you telling me that 'don't think i won't hit you just because you're a girl'?&lt;br /&gt;you even said 'i act lian in school'. i don't. i am pretty sure that i don't.&lt;br /&gt;except the fact that it wasn't that well phrased when you said it.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna tell you right now: don't think i won't hit you just because you've got no balls. not even one.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, you're a darn poser.&lt;br /&gt;your Mandarin's not top notch.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that i'm great with English either.&lt;br /&gt;you should just learn Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;also.. put a tagboard, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;we'd love to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;"i think you look more handsome when you're bald."&lt;br /&gt;will you shave off all the hair you have on your head if i said that to you?&lt;br /&gt;get some ball seeds. swallow 2 and you may have your first 2 jewels grown. it'll be the time of your life. remember to write it in your blog so that everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我两粒球终于长出来了!  超屌的喔!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how to type Mandarin characters.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully they grow at the right place, or they'd make you a woman.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, good luck.. canned breast.&lt;br /&gt;when i say: "it wasn't me", then it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't believe me and insist on carping on&lt;br /&gt;then allow my words to fuck you up.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. was dessert sweet enough? i hope you enjoyed the meal :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-9034668982974725042?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/9034668982974725042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=9034668982974725042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/9034668982974725042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/9034668982974725042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/really-now.html' title='bon appetite!'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-1860548511171729071</id><published>2008-11-11T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:33:54.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(@)</title><content type='html'>sorry to everyone i've been rude to yesterday, doesn't matter if i wasn't rude. if i was giving you 1 word answers, not replying your messages or w/e let's just classify it under 'rude', 'kay? i'm just pretty bothered by a dream i had the 2 nights ago. it's cryptic. i don't know what the dream was trying to tell me, either. in the dream i was following someone to various places; like having a tour around somebody's life. the person was a guy. i couldn't see his face.. his appearance was pretty vague to me but i'm sure that he's taller and older than i am. it was so weird i kept thinking of it 'cause i want to know who it is and why he appeared in my dream. i wonder if it was Raihan..? i don't know, and i want to know. i also threw a tantrum at home today.. at my mother.. i apologize. :( i'm so sorry, mommi. i was just really frustrated. no reason for me to raise my voice but i still did. i'm a bad kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side- or maybe not exactly bright; went to school today for CLB listening comprehension. met Jo at the school gate, went in together and returned her S.A. volume 10. thanks a lot for borrowing it to me! grumbled all the way to the 2nd level and went into class to get seated. we reached the class at approximately uhhh 1:45 and the teacher wasn't there yet? i was worried that i'd be late, too. i'm so glad that the bus arrived when i reached the bus-stop. yeah. so.. it began. it was really easy. the secret to scoring full marks for listening comprehension is to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really dig your ears until they bleed. leave out the bleed part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 30 mins it was finally O. TO THE V. TO THE E-R-R-R-R-R! HA. got out of school parted ways with Jo, then texted miss mussel to meet her at the bus-stop near her house. ok not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;near... but still near. nearer compared to my house. m-hm. waited her to come. kx walked her to the bus stop and waited for the bus with us. haha, the way they bickered was so funny. kx's like "i specially borrowed the brolly from the mini-mart to shelter her." then celia's like "i got hoodie leh." and then kx returned with "later jacket wet then she cold." HAHAH. well said. celia just took out her eyes and rolled them. no actually she just rolled her eyes. sorry i don't know why i'm inserting so much crap in my post today. did i go mad? maybe. 'cause of miss mussel. thanks. insanity is contagious. K BACK TO TOPIC as i was saying we were waiting for the bus, then 291 came and we decided to get on it. oh happy 4th month to you guys btw! sorry celia if i'm not supposed to post about this let me know. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached inter. i stood all the way because this lady snatched my seat when we were boarding the bus x( went to TM first the get cecelia's lunch. guess what she bought at MOS? 15 pc mussel. be prepared the next time you see her.. she's gonna be more muscular than before. not like she had any muscles to begin with, though. hahaha. :) she couldn't finish all of it. she ate 12.5, because she left 1 half eaten. i ate the remaining 2. NICEE. she was too full for anymore food afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huijia and yuping took some time to join up with us.. they joined us at about half past 5. yuping showed me her nailsss. very nice very nice. hahah. PINK. and then celia saw a hoodie. I LIKE IT VERY MUCH. ARGH. i hope no one buys it before i do. DARN IT. DARN IT. it's 40 bucks. ARGHHHHHH. shit man. gotta hurry and put my cheque in. AHHHHH. i'm goin mad. LET ME BUY IT. MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celia got her eyeliner, looks pretty promising. then we walked to and fro, till yuping went off to simei with her cousin to 18 chefs. walked about in tm, until i was hungry. then we went to eat mos burger for dinner. no i mean *i went to eat mos burger for dinner. i didn't eat during lunch because i had some food at home before the exam. YUMMY. returned celia the money i owed her, but then i owe celia money again. LOL. 2 bucks. so sorry. -_- i need to bring out more cash next time. i was full like beep and we went back to tamp by bus. 293 was packed so we went for 291. got off at the same stop where i waited for celia during noon and went to check out some bbq essentials with huijia, while celia went home.. or did she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to check out the paper plates, paper cups, plastic forks and spoons, and some of the food we need. it's 11 today. only 8 more days to 19. WEEWEE. HAHAHA. i'm sooo excited! hahaha. gonna buy the stuff on 17. btw guys, i wanna go to Daiso first on the 17. let's go on a spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my question of the day: why is sugar pronounced as "shuuger" and not "sooger"? it's "su"gar afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for huijia's quizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #1: People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2: Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged should do it to proof that you're not a god damn loser. These people must state who they were tagged by and should not re-tag. Continue this quiz by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah i do, i credit you for being a nosey parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in  love with a boy younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;- why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to  school?&lt;br /&gt;- it depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;- complete my wishlist and the rest would go to my family. sorry for being selfish. temptations kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- i may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more  blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;- loving and being loved, not being hated and hating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favourite pick-up line when  you first knew someone?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't have a pick-up line.. i say whatever that comes to my mind first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like  is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- a little sad, but giving him my blessings since i was in the wrong for not telling the person how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is  there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;- sure, your crying face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;- not meeting my own expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;- i wanna be able to kick your ass after 10 years :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most  important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;- my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the most  important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;- living it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Single or attached? With who?&lt;br /&gt;- attached to my handsome and shampoo-flavoured pillow, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite  colour?&lt;br /&gt;- uh i have too many so i can't answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- pretty much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would  you pick?&lt;br /&gt;- never happened. i'll edit this when it happens. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing  the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;- i would, but it takes time depending on the horrid-meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want to tell the  someone you like?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't have a crush right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reisylia*20. What's your favourite cuss word?&lt;br /&gt;- fuck. because it goes with any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; sentence. get what i mean? yeah man. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reisylia*21. What would you do if the donut store you're queuing up for ran out of donuts, after you have queued for an hour?&lt;br /&gt;- stare at the person until they pee in their pants and give me some of the donuts they saved for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reisylia*22. Your favourite phrase?&lt;br /&gt;- uh no i don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reisylia*23. Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reisylia*24. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;- yess :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reisylia*25. Would you prefer to keep cash in your wallet, or would you put it in the bank?&lt;br /&gt;- bank i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. 5  people I have tagged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i'm tagging more than 5. anyone in among my links that have not done this, please go and do it, like right now, if you've got nothing to update on. added 5 more questions. pretty unsignificant, don't mind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. mind if i implement a new rule? having just 2 rules is pretty dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #3: The person who is tagged should add 5 more questions formulated by themselves, including their name with an asterisk infront of the question number (i.e. reisylia*22. What's your favourite phrase?) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. whoever who does this quiz, if you don't mind please cut and paste Rule #3 on top, below Rule #2 if you don't like dull quizzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see how far blog surveys can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE. and DO IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1860548511171729071?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/1860548511171729071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=1860548511171729071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1860548511171729071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1860548511171729071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='(@)'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-7503614993965913280</id><published>2008-11-10T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:09:27.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POW!</title><content type='html'>hey. stayed home for the 1st half of today. just left escape yesterday, got a job today. cecelia called me up at around 1pm to tell me if i wanna work at HKC. so i was like.. okay, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered. i can't read chinese. so i told her "sorry, i'm not up for it." then she told donny, and then donny told me to call him. so ok i called him. so the first thing he said was "hello, sihui ah? you wanna get slapped?" so i was "yesoknoproblem" mode for the entire call. lmao. i'll give it a try i guess. never been a waitress for a lot, since i spent more than a month standing outside at SUMI. hahaha. it'll be a new experience, since i'm working at a new restaurant. i'm glad huijia yuping and celia are working too. :] i'm gonna try picking up a few more jobs. for the sake of a new cpu and handheld. &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, miss mussel (cecelia) said she wanted to go get some mussels at mos burger. so i said OK, and i forgot that i need to go out with my family today for dinner! so i cancelled it, sorry cecelia! hope you had fun eating your 1hr pizza. stayed at home watching anime waiting for time to past. went to bathe and then watched 2 more episodes. and then went out. i was really grumpy because of the stuffy weather. it was so DARN STUFFY it didn't take long for sweat to bead my forehead. augh. caught bus 22 to somewhere, i dunno where. and switched to 315 and headed for serangoon garden. it was not a garden, it was like a gourmet paradise! you know, the best spot for supper! it was my first time there. SO MUCH FOOD. i saw R.K. house too. fufufufu. YOU WANT THE MUTTON KUREH OR THE CHIKEN KUREH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went into POW! SING. the moment i stepped into the restaurant i could smell chicken rice! soooooo fragrant. mmmmm. we got a really good table right at the end, #33. we ordered crispy tofu.. fish slices, chicken, fishmaw and vege, uhhh and meatball soup. TASTEH. 6: I LOVE THE CRISPY TOFU. it's crispy outside and supple inside. just like barbequed marshmallow except it's salty. ARGH. if only they sold those in NTUC. i could fry them everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate a really filling dinner, and there was still there were food left. so we pushed it all to my brother. so after he ate everything i called him a vacuum cleaner. he told me that he went to the gym just now, "all the carbo i burnt just now are all restocked." HAHAHA. my family and my bro's gf's family chatted after our dinner, sitting there sipping tea. i was really chatty so i was looking around, and when i looked up there was this poker card, stucked to the ceiling. LMAO. 2 "Hearts" with other numbers written on it. so when my brother saw me look up, he looked up too. followed by everyone else. HAHAHAH. after they saw the numbers on the card they started talking about 4D.. pretty expected. LOL. then my bro's gf's mom asked, who saw the card first? i kept quiet. my bro was like "uhh me." lwl, and everyone was like ohh mark saw it first. i don't like others to claim my credits, but he was my brother infront of his gf and her parents, so i decided to shut my trap and watch. lol. went home after, by the same bus. spent the journey talking to my brother about games like alien vs predator, fallout, bare knuckle, hotd, king of fighters, and others i can't recall. oh, and tom clancy's rainbow six, + command and conquer. world of warcraft too. ok off topic sorry. doubt you guys are interested x.x got carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with regards to my boring posts (or so i thought) for the past.. few days / weeks.. i was just really moody, perhaps just plain exhausted, or even lazy. if they really BORE you, you should like, stop reading. i don't post to please. i don't want you to claim medical fees from me 'cause my blog posts were such a bore your brain broke down, or your eyes decomposed from reading my boring updates. i write i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also.. please don't stand in the middle of the walkway in arcades. it's a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the Tekken 6 screen at bugis arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot about something. thanks for reminding me, kath. although it's pretty hard to depict, yuping was funny as hell yesterday at SUMI! 'cause huijia was talking to yuping, i dunno why, huijia suddenly poked yuping's tummy. then yuping said something like "uhhh~" without much strength and spirit. IT WAS SO FUNNY, OKAY? HAHAHA. uhh~&lt;br /&gt;kathleen and i laughed like efusekehy. HAHAAH. omg, it was like the joke of the day, seriously. anyone wants to pick up a new sport together? i'm thinking of tennis and squash. jogging maybe. been a long time since i exercised. after i realized that my skipping rope is too short for me because it keeps getting caught with my feet when i skip. it's a pain. i need a new jump rope. normally i skip for an hour with warm ups and cool downs. NOW I CAN'T. gotta get a rope soon. think i'm gonna hit the mall tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. have a good week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-7503614993965913280?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/7503614993965913280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=7503614993965913280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7503614993965913280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7503614993965913280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/pow.html' title='POW!'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-8824853275860104172</id><published>2008-11-09T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:00:38.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol.</title><content type='html'>out with huijia, kath and oli today. went to return escape our uniforms (applies to oli and i only) then went to fish and co. express for their lunch. oli and i didn't have any cause we weren't exactly hungry. i had 2 pratas at home afterall. huijia's having a really bad cough but she ate fish and chips anyway. LOL. so stubborn right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we caught a bus to pasir ris interchange. they looked at some clothes there, then we headed for the mrt station. on our way there we saw people on stilts! COOL! it's my first time seeing people walking on stilts. heh. they were giving out flyers for an dance performance.. sorta, complete with different sorts of dances. 9 NOVEMBER. can't catch it, sadly. gotta have dinner with my family + brother's gf's family. ARGH. doesn't matter. there's always next time.. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we got on the mrt we headed for bugis. went to kinokuniya and blabity blah i can't remember ALL the places that we went to but yeah we had a good walk; through bugis street too. huijia got a t-shirt (really nice one) and olivia got some really cute boxes of tissue. went to the arcade at the basement. the best part. WE WATCHED THIS GUY COMPLETE HOTD4! my goodness! he was SO GOOD. he didn't lose any lives at all! wish i could play like him man. then, while we were watching this guy kick ass this couple suddenly stood infront of olivia and i. what the fuck, man. olivia's like DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TRANSPARENT? fucking couple. they were standing in the middle of the WALKWAY. lmao. fuck em. get a better spot if ya wanna watch. stop cuddling each other by the way. your bf's armpit probably stinks like fuck and his armpit hair will get caught on your sleeve. i shouted OI. the bf turned around a couple of times and pretended nothing happened. pissed as eff. changed a spot after. darn adults. ahh i'm tired so don't hate if i leave out anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we fed our feet by walking we went back to the mrt station to get a train to city hall &gt; somerset. went to sumi for dinner. YAY. FOOD. reached there, ordered our food. olivia ate a LOT lazy to list out. hahah. kathleen and huijia shared momoTARO ramen~ and i had negi. yum. after we ate like a mountain of food we waited for yp and cecie to finish work. kayxian joined up with us and we took the bus 65 back home. 1st time taking a bus from orchard to tampines. it was fun :) kath couldn't sit with us though x.x there wasn't enough space. augh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we got to tamp, we went to macs. kx and yp wanted to eat so yeah. the rest had icecream, my stomach couldn't take anymore in so i didn't get some for myself. that's the main course for today. i'm tired. sorry for such a half-baked post. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-8824853275860104172?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/8824853275860104172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=8824853275860104172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8824853275860104172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8824853275860104172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol.html' title='lol.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-3019276673864638579</id><published>2008-11-05T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:11:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>we went to prb for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;they bought a lot of food.&lt;br /&gt;cecie and yuping couldn't go because they had full shift,&lt;br /&gt;julian didn't join us 'cause he was tired / because he was the only guy.&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't finish everything.&lt;br /&gt;we spent 4 hours there.&lt;br /&gt;we played with sand.&lt;br /&gt;i made a sand castle that looked like an alien.&lt;br /&gt;the pictures we took were mostly obscene.&lt;br /&gt;it was tiring and fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, putting my summary skills to use. i'm too lazy to remember everything we did yesterday so bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-3019276673864638579?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3019276673864638579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=3019276673864638579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3019276673864638579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3019276673864638579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-7689094663129166058</id><published>2008-11-04T09:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:22:14.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic! At the Beach</title><content type='html'>Panic! At the Disco, your songs don't rock anymore :/ ... well, i still like the old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 7 today, brushed my teeth and combed my hair then read my book (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;: After the Funeral) for a bit in the kitchen, then my brother got up too and went to the kitchen then he almost jumped because i haven't woke up in the morning in awhile. then he sat down and read his cereal. ate i mean. he told me i have to free myself from tasks on 9 Nov and 6 Dec, so i'm prollie gonna set up a new section in my blog for all the upcoming events yadayadaya. my family's having dinner with his girlf's family on 9 Nov and i gotta help him with wedding deco on 6 Dec. wedding deco... as in the buffet for the ROM. i won't be decorating if it's the wedding dinner. lmao &lt;_&lt; as if the hotel will allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying i woke up at 7. after spending like 30 minutes reading the book my mom woke up, and we went to get the jelly powder and longannnnn :D my favourite thing in jellies. after we bought the stuff she asked me if i wanna have breakfast at the coffee shops but i said i didn't want any, so we headed home. i'm making jellies for the PICNIC! AT THE BEACH later. going over to huijia's to help her with making the egg sandwiches! she has D&amp;amp;T paper today, hope everything goes fine for her. olivia and kathleen are gonna get the other ingredients for sandwiches later. I'M SO EXCITED. that's why i'm blogging now. i'm afraid i'll forget what i did in the morning if i blog later when i come home from the PICNIC! AT THE BEACH. don't hate. i love typing a lot. HAHAH. I LOVE TO CAPS LOCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHU CHU LOVELY MUNI MUNI MURA MURA! ~!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()_+     [kath's creation]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, my blog title [platycodon grandiflorus] is the binomial name of the chinese bellflower. if you don't know what binomial is go look the word up. i've already graduated from secondary school. don't ask me anymore science questions &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have tonnes of secondary school books (including exercise books) that are unused. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;why make us buy so many when we're not gonna use them? 'cause you like to con our cash? 'cause you like to kill more trees? i don't know. even textbooks / assessment books. some have not been touched at all. in near future i'm not gonna buy anymore textbooks / assessments / what nots until the teacher asks me for it. gay booklists.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if everyone has decided on where they want to go to after secondary school? i'm probably going to clementi's ITE, it's really far but it's the only ITE campus with Pastry &amp;amp; Baking. it can't be helped. i don't dislike it :D travelling a distance to get to school, that is. then my mom asked me if there are schools in SG that attachs you to companies. like, guranteed careers. they teach your the essentials, and the entire thing is funded by the govt. (from what i heard from my mom) and you get paid at these attachments. so.. i'm not really sure if there are such instituitions in SG. if anyone knows of such a school that works in a system like that, tell me. through the shoutboard or hotmail. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now i guess. i'm going to try and finish JS Season 1. i have episodes 23-26 left! LOL BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-7689094663129166058?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/7689094663129166058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=7689094663129166058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7689094663129166058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7689094663129166058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/picnic-at-beach.html' title='Picnic! At the Beach'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-8999572812509701194</id><published>2008-11-03T14:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:17:38.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>manneken pis</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c387/BabyNeko/1401_07_61---Manneken-Pis--Brussels.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. i assume that you are old enough to see this.&lt;br /&gt;well, i was on strapya-world and saw a keychain that looked like this. i've seen a statue like that on the internet before so i wikied it. i was curious why they made a peeing statue. what exactly is Manneken Pis? a name? a type of pee? NAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manneken Pis is dutch for "Little Man Pee". Brussels is well-known for that landmark. pretty unique, huh? it's a bronze statue, urinating into the fountain basin since approx. 1388. at that time, the statue was made of stone and was stolen multiple times. in 1619 they replaced it with a bronze statue created by Jerome Duquesnoy, father of the more famous François Duquesnoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are several stories behind this statue. not literally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt;. thanks. one of which, stated in wiki is about Duke Godfrey III of Leuven and his troops. in 1142, the troops of this 2 year old duke were battling against the troops of Berthouts, the lords of Grimbergen, in Neder-over-Heembeek. the troops put their lord in a basket and hung it in a tree as a form of motivation. from inside the tree, he pissed on the troops of the Berthouts, who eventually lost the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: pee on your enemies. who needs weapons when we have pee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manneken_Pis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're interested to read up more about the other stories go visit the link :D&lt;br /&gt;and if you wanna see what the female version of Manneken Pis is like, go google up "Jeanneke Pis". i'm not spouting bull. there really is a female fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful husky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c387/BabyNeko/Siberian_Husky_copper_bi-eye.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly.. bi-eyed dogs / cats have chances of being blind because of it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Joel's blog. he has a full page of blogthings. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Taste in Music Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourtasteinmusicsayaboutyouquiz/music-2.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your musical tastes are intense and rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are intelligent... but in a very unconventional way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are curious about the world. You love doing something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you enjoy taking risks and doing things most people would shy away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very physical. It's likely that you're athletic, but not into team sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the soul of an artist. Beauty and harmony are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyourtasteinmusicsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Taste in Music Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Theme Song is Back in Black by AC/DC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/back-in-black.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Back in black, I hit the sack,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been too long, I'm glad to be back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things tend to get really crazy for you, and sometimes you have to get away from all the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But each time you stage your comeback, it's even better than the last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/"&gt;What's Your Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/deep-thinking.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: April 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a the rock in relationships - people depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful and caring, you often put others needs first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't content to help those you know... you want to give to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idealist, you strive for positive change and dream about how much better things could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your intuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You put yourself last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Thumb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/finger-1.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're unique and flexible. And you defy any category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally strong and agile, you do things your own way. And you do them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural leader... but also truly a loner. You inspire many but connect with few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with: The Middle Finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: The Pinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatfingerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Finger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I GET ALONG WITH THE MIDDLE FINGER. this means i should point more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdayoftheweekareyouquiz/monday.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this day of the week, you are ruled by the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything, you are flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are moody and impressionable. You are easily influenced by the world around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you can be temperamental, you eventually adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mondays tend to be the hardest day for people, you don't mind getting back to regular life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one waking up early and making the coffee while everyone else complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdayoftheweekareyouquiz/"&gt;What Day of the Week Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wake up early, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hair Should Be Blonde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorhairshouldyouhavequiz/blond.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing, light hearted, and a ton of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't take life too seriously, and you do your best to charm everyone you meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very energetic. People tend to underestimate you, but you can get a lot done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do tend to be a bit sensitive. If someone has a bad opinion of you, it truly hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cunning and clever. You are smart, but you aren't “book smart” or academic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may think you're superficial, but they're not seeing the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorhairshouldyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Hair Should You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 64% Interesting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouboringorinterestingquiz/interesting-3.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairly interesting person. Many people find you to be intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dynamic, adventurous life... a life that others envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are genuinely interested in and open to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love making new friends, and you're always up for an unusual experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else, you can get a bit boring from time to time. That's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unlike everyone else, you can pull yourself out of a rut. You don't stay boring for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouboringorinterestingquiz/"&gt;Are You Boring or Interesting?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Sexy About Your Name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatssexyaboutyournamequiz/sexy.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sexy because you are very dreamy. You are often lost in a lush fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a sincere and devoted partner. You are attracted to troubled souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will do anything for the person you love, and in the bedroom, you aim to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you fall for someone, you're hooked. You give all of yourself to make the relationship work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the types, you're the most likely to have a secret fantasy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for you, your fantasy life can be more real than your actual life at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatssexyaboutyournamequiz/"&gt;What's Sexy About Your Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Japan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcountryareyouquiz/japan.png" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy being part of a group. Having a good reputation is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get along well with others. You don't openly criticize or insult anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to co-operate, and conformity is fairly important to you. You love your culture and country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're by yourself, you may have some very eccentric hobbies or interests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcountryareyouquiz/"&gt;What Country Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Name Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyournamesayaboutyouquiz/name.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name says that you are mostly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful but slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name also says you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artistic but extreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energetic but impatient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charismatic but impulsive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamesayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Name Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Learn Japanese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/japanese.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cutting edge, and you are ready to delve into wacky Japanese culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Engrish to eating contests, you're born to be a crazy gaijin. Saiko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't do all of them cause i'm too lazy. thanks eljo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-8999572812509701194?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/8999572812509701194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=8999572812509701194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8999572812509701194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8999572812509701194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/manneken-pis.html' title='manneken pis'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-3753239407762827939</id><published>2008-11-02T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:15:18.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>books 4ev.</title><content type='html'>I GOT A COPY OF AGATHA CHRISTIE'S BOOK. LIKE, FO SHIZZLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i understand that you don't understand why i'm making such a big fuss out of it. and i don't bother explaining because i love Agatha Christie. i love her work and it's none of your business, i just wanted to express ma love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks cecelia. :] thank you so much for bringing me to that bookstore!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i finally found her books. I FOUND LOADS THERE. i'm gonna go there whenever i have $.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in relation to that, went out with cecelia today to return the books we borrowed from the library. :D after that, we walked to TM with our instincts, on our own. we never said anything about going to TM but while we chatted and walked away from the library we arrived at TM anyways. i was so puzzled, hahah. 1st stop, mos burger. full. next stop, ntuc. checked the prices for some bbq stuff. we weren't exactly enthusiastic about because it was.. only the 2 of us finding corn and chicken wings. we got bored really soon and i got lazy copying so we went back to mos burger to check for seats. we had our eyes fixed on some tables. the moment this couple left we went there and scotch-taped our butts on the chair. i used "scotch-taped" cause if i used "glued" it means we'll be sitting there forever. lame, but true. don't talk back.  after we decided on what we wanted to eat we went to get our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks + sorry cecelia, for putting the tab on you. i'll pay you back your 7 bucks as soon as i get monies. had our food while cecie told me about Detective Conan (a manga she's reading at the mo) and it has a really intriguing plot. makes me wanna read it. told her about 1 episode in Jigoku Shoujo (Hell Girl) but i did badly at it. kept hopping around the story because i kept missing out some stuff here and there. LOL. doubt she understood what i was saying.. but well. watch it, those who haven't. although there's 1 very bad and repetitive part in the anime, the stories in each episode are really realistic and original, to me that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *off topic: if you have anything bad to say about my new playlist, keep it to yourself 'cause i can't be bothered about what kinda music you hate. "ohh Person A hates metal core, i won't put metal core in my player 'cause i'm a considerate fluffy girl." is not in my dictionary... sorry. because if you hate the music i like then jsyk, i hate your face. but meh, if you're afraid you'll become deaf i suggest you mute your speakers. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AHERN.* as i was saying. we were eating at mos burger. i just kept talking about Jigoku Shoujo till cecelia told me there's something waiting for us to go. HAHAH. sorry ma'am. blame it on my mouth. it's on auto-pilot today :( after that we went to times bookstore, and then popular, then to SANS bookstore. I LOVE SANS BOOKSTORE FOREVER. (L) x &lt;b&gt;∞&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's books galore. we saw lots of secondhand &lt;s&gt;serenade&lt;/s&gt; books, manga and chinese little says. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xiao shuo&lt;/span&gt;) whatever they're called okay, i don't give a efhyewsiikahy. [trying to quit swearing thanks.] we spent a long time there.. and finally, i decided to not top-up my card and buy a book! HAHAH. and then i got lectured when i got home. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;cecelia got twilight, and it was brand new (with a nicely wrapped clear cover too) for.. 14.50$. omg, a steal imo! @_@ aweshome. sorry if this post is too book-ey (lol sounds like bookie -_-) don't hate me for being a nurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we got our books we skipped hand in hand to this necessities shop in the interchange. no, i'm just kidding about the skipped hand in hand part. thanks. i was just really happy that i got the book! you know, it was so hard to get! i couldn't find it anywhere but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;! sooo.. we spent another year at Venus looking at facial cleansers and what nots. hahaha! when we were planning to head to prime for her jelly powder. after another year at Venus we walked to prime from the interchange. i'm glad we have a 24-hour supermarket around our area. got her stuff, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently my dad was in a bad mood and.. boom. my mom didn't scold me, she just talked to me that i shouldn't borrow money so much from people and not to buy stuff when i didn't have the money for it (afterall the 10$ was for topping up my card..) so i just listened quietly. my dad asked my mom why, and she explained, and he said "gong peng wei?" for the 1st time in my entire life i felt hurt by such a crude dialect word because my dad had never said anything like that to me before. it wasn't even vulgar! that's the reason why i don't want to swear anymore, because now i understand how it feels to be spoken to in a really impolite language and tone of speech.. by my own dad. he shouted at my mom.. too. cause she made the fan drop. i shuddered when my dad shouted at my mom. he said "anything you touch will die for sure" in a really bad tone. i guess that's what he said, because i'm not really good with dialects. i was scared because for a moment i felt as if they were going to quarrel. my mom didn't say anything. i was too frightened to say anything. i picked up the cover of the fan and put it back. i didn't want to sit there and do nothing, it'll look as if i don't give a damn when i really do care. i wonder if my dad had a bad day at work? or did he do something wrong at work and got a mouthful from the higher-ups? i feel really guilty for shouting at them sometimes. i shouldn't have. i'm sorry, mom, and dad. please don't shout at mom anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-3753239407762827939?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3753239407762827939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=3753239407762827939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3753239407762827939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3753239407762827939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-copy-of-agatha-christies-book.html' title='books 4ev.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-7026392263452268739</id><published>2008-11-02T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:52:56.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escape to "hell"oween</title><content type='html'>didn't update yesterday 'cause i was lazy. i wanted to watch JS season 1.&lt;br /&gt;OK, went to escape theme park yesterday to check out how halloween was like in there.&lt;br /&gt;went at about 8pm because hj ended work at 5, she couldn't make it at 7 as the time was too tight. jocelyn and co. went in first. met kath yp and at macs @ the interchange, then saw amanda xD she just came back from the movie REC, and told us it sucked for the gore. thanks! nice hair btw :) then when hj arrived we went off by mrt and bus. when we got there, played wet n wild first. then when our turn was reaching yp backed out. it made hj mad but after that jocelyn came to the rescue. hahah! together with wanquan and jean. i sat with kath. then when it came to the big slide, we were like OMG 15M!!! AHHH then all the way up we were trying to talk as loud as we can because it was so noisy with all the crink crink sounds. HAHAH. IT WAS GREAT. when we reached the peak we could see lotsa lights and ehub and all that. then it went down we screamed like no tomorrow for the fun of it. hahaha. awesome! then yuping was on top near the pirate ship cheering for us. HAHA. play with us next time OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to look for olivia at the kite flyer. been so long since i sat on rides in escape. we wanted to go in the haunted house but the queue was longer than donut factory's so we decided not to and went for the ferris wheel, it wasn't fun. but we could see everything from there. made me wanna ride on the flyer. sat with huijia in the ferris wheel. i smiled to a stranger. i don't know why i did that either. lmao! when we got off (my pants was still dripping wet) we went to the family coaster together with jocelyn and gang. we almost occupied the whole coaster. hahah and skipped 2 seats from them. sat with yuping. she was screaming in the coaster, hahaha! sooo fun. if they made a higher roller coaster i would play it. after that, i wanted to play on inverter and flipper but none of them wanted.. :(&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that the next time we go to escape everyone is present, including oli and cecie. we're incomplete without ya D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of walking in the park huijia and yuping took photos with the ghouls in there. haha, one of them was a clown, a masked robot-looking ghost, and sadako and her friend. we saw mummies, grim reapers, a devil, and others. everyone was having fun. after we left escape, went to subway for their dinner. didn't eat cause i had no $ left xD. waited for olivia and hj shared with her half of her sandwich (because she bought foot long instead of 6 inch, which was double of a 6 inch. if you don't get what i mean then forget about what you've just read here o=o), and went home together by bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-7026392263452268739?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/7026392263452268739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=7026392263452268739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7026392263452268739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7026392263452268739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/11/escape-to-helloween.html' title='escape to &quot;hell&quot;oween'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-5837912118641166011</id><published>2008-10-31T17:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:39:22.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloween!</title><content type='html'>happy halloween everyone!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the pumpkins, candy, treats and scares.&lt;br /&gt;doubt you'll get those in singapore though. &lt;_&lt; exception for pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;i wish we had halloween celebrations.. you know, trick or treat. WE DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know about the author of the Twilight Saga, smeyer (Stephenie Meyer), you should all know that her book drafts got leaked into the internet. she mentioned in her blog that she has a good idea of who the people are. the people who leaked her drafts into the internet, that is. i was really shocked when i saw it. it was posted back, quite some time ago in august. but i only read it yesterday. it must hurt to have your original work leaked. without permission too. i hate people like that with no conscience at all and no respect for authors / artists / anyone in the art industry. it's sickening. as a result, smeyer had to postpone the book that she's currently working on; Midnight Sun. she also posted a draft on the net, with her copyrights. for me, i didn't click on the link because even if i read a spoiler, i won't know what's happening in the book as i have not read twilight, even. and i'm not a big fan of spoiling great stories for myself. even for shows, manga or anime, i don't read the summaries. it's pointless since you can't see / picture what happened at all. miss smeyer, i'm rooting for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling better. though still coughing a little. i don't have a sorethroat, but my voice is really manly now. hahaha. due to all the coughing i guess! thanks for all your tags / get well soons / take cares everybody :) i'm feeling much better already. speaking of my manly voice, i was on Trickster, gaming just now, when some withheld number ringed me up. so i thought it was from a friend, or maybe even work, so i picked it up. too my disgust it was a damn china woman speaking in chinese. the conversation went something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**please note that the conversation below is translated from chinese to english. do not mind any inaccuracies within the translation as my chinese is really.. really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hello?&lt;br /&gt;damnchinawoman: hello, i'm sorry but i would like to have 1 minute with you to ask you some issues for a survey.&lt;br /&gt;me: okay.&lt;br /&gt;damnchinawoman: thank you. may i ask, what phone model are you using?&lt;br /&gt;me: sony ericsson.&lt;br /&gt;damnchinawoman: i see. have you experienced any difficulties or problems using it?&lt;br /&gt;me: nope.&lt;br /&gt;damnchinawoman: so far so good?&lt;br /&gt;me: yes.&lt;br /&gt;damnchinawoman: so far so good huh? okay. did you need to sign a contract to get the phone?&lt;br /&gt;me: uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;damnchinawoman: i see. your voice is really sweet, i assume that you're a young lady around your 20s?&lt;br /&gt;me: i'm busy.&lt;br /&gt;damnchinawoman: (ignores my statement) may i know how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISS MY ASS. no, actually, fuck off. i don't want your china saliva to contaminate my polished ass. my voice is sweet? for fuck's sake, i am having a cough. my voice is manly. don't tell me that if you see a man, speak to him, and feels that his voice is really manly, you tell him "hi sir, you have a sweet voice."&lt;br /&gt;don't bootlick me, because i don't own any. you're disgusting. you sounded like a desperate lesbian looking for a china-speaking partner. NO ONE WANTS YOU. what's your age? i bet you're 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singtel, you really need to ban these china saleswomen from ringing anyone up on their handphones. it's like a nightmare that i can't wake up from. please. if there is a service that allows me to block phone calls from chinanese.. let me sign up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, my day went fine. i just had a curry puff blinkblink and IT SUCKED. erww. it was too spicy but i managed to finish it. for the first time, i finished something that i found too spicy for my own good. normally, i'd throw them away. but when i went to the kitchen holding the bitten-once curry puff and walking towards the dustbin my mom was cutting some veg and then she stopped. and then she looked at me with O_O.&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't throw it.. i would've been able to if i didn't see her O_O. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it's all good anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, since i was feeling better, went to look for kathleen and olivia at night. wanted to get donuts. both of them were at the supermarket, then kathleen wanted to buy mogu mogu. it's a drink with nata de coco in it. really small and cute bottle. so kath took it. and oli recieved an sms from me, telling her that i'll be at the bakery. so she told kath "let's go to the bakery now." so kath's like "okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they walked out.&lt;br /&gt;with the mogu mogu in hand. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;then when kath walked like 15m away, she's like EH?! and quickly went back to return the bottle. HAHAH. it was so funny when they told me. after i met up with them at the bakery and got my donuts we went to get their baba tea. baba. baba.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to huijia's voiddeck to hang out. kath lent me her ds while she played olivia's. i played her ds for quite some time x.x sorry kath.&lt;br /&gt;and then we played the wario side games. hahaha. it was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;snore rope was funny. there was the skin penguin that eats flies too.&lt;br /&gt;awhile more, huijia came! xD then she played the game where you have to blow the air in to make the ball float up. that was the most difficult one. o_o;;&lt;br /&gt;we joked a lot, about olivia's friend brandon, who read out the punctuations in oral, and her friend, future mrt station name. poobarlan. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what else we joked about but we had lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ is coming soon next month. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;going out with kath to ehub later ^__^&lt;br /&gt;to those having their school holidays, don't waste them :s&lt;br /&gt;GO OUT EVERYDAY AND DON'T GO HOME. pretend you didn't see that. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-5837912118641166011?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/5837912118641166011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=5837912118641166011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5837912118641166011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5837912118641166011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='happy halloween!'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-538925202143710361</id><published>2008-10-29T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:01:01.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SQiIgTpMHTI/AAAAAAAAADk/5UjO0eYde8I/s1600-h/ellsiy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SQiIgTpMHTI/AAAAAAAAADk/5UjO0eYde8I/s320/ellsiy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262606253192650034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw man. psh. don't mind the suck. i spent like 9876543210 years on this. ;_; so hard for me to do something really simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-538925202143710361?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/538925202143710361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=538925202143710361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/538925202143710361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/538925202143710361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-brother.html' title='oh brother'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SQiIgTpMHTI/AAAAAAAAADk/5UjO0eYde8I/s72-c/ellsiy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-3661598257624594726</id><published>2008-10-29T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:52:44.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SQfxw0yP9OI/AAAAAAAAADc/P1ro9PLX2ao/s1600-h/meikobear1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SQfxw0yP9OI/AAAAAAAAADc/P1ro9PLX2ao/s320/meikobear1.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262440510711133410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! that's my ex-music player. i was screen capping my blog screen, and the bear happened to blink at that time. so i cropped the image and saved it.. for a long time because i forgot to paste it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ cecelia: i'm not mama. thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what else to write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh... so i was reading up on Aries. my astrological sign.. like der.&lt;br /&gt;and found out that chinese equivalent is the Dragon. i'm born in the year of the Monkey, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then search Aries and click on a wikipedia link for more info.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not pasting the link here because i can't. there's a Ram symbol in the link so if i paste it here it comes out as numbers. i don't think you understand but whatever, if you want to see then just follow instructions ffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Burger Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourburgersayaboutyouquiz/burger.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very gluttonous. Even if you're full, you'll still clear your plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are likely a fairly picky eater. And you're secretly a little squeamish about some foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bold and resolute in your choices. You don't back down, and you aren't afraid to go at something full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to gravitate toward strong, pungent foods. Even if it means having bad breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are emotional. You have a big heart, and you tend to go for comfort foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are creative, open minded, and friendly. You are interested in all types of food and new dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyourburgersayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Burger Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. SO TRUE. for those who love burgers like me, DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;and then tag me so i can read it. hahaha. be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;mos burger forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-3661598257624594726?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3661598257624594726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=3661598257624594726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3661598257624594726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3661598257624594726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/ha-thats-my-ex-music-player.html' title=''/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SQfxw0yP9OI/AAAAAAAAADc/P1ro9PLX2ao/s72-c/meikobear1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-8771496348680570155</id><published>2008-10-28T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:26:16.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck ya real hard.</title><content type='html'>you're the type of girl i hate the most.&lt;br /&gt;even if you combine bitch, slut, hoe, cunt, and a hundred more profanities together i doubt it'll be enough to describe you.&lt;br /&gt;THIS is the image of you, from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i disliked you the first time i saw you.&lt;br /&gt;why? because you had 'lol i'm so pretty and you look lousy' written on your face.&lt;br /&gt;it's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like anyone to look down on me.&lt;br /&gt;i hated you. i thought i had changed my opinion of you.. but really, no worries yeah? i still do.&lt;br /&gt;i have no association with you but meh, i wish i did. so i have a reason to bitch slap you in your feckin' face. if you know who you are... it's cool. please use the tagboard to the fullest. I WELCOME YOU.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't.. i'm laughing my ass off. hey. who else do think acts like YOU do? gosh.. i'm talking about OUR school.&lt;br /&gt;are you trying to be ignorant? not working, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to let the whole world know who the fuck you are.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't have the right to. i wasn't supposed to post about this even.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm writing it without names.&lt;br /&gt;you think doing this will get you anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;get you a boyfriend? sure.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;if i were a guy and you behave like some prostitute on the loose.. i won't even grant you a look. 'kay hoe?&lt;br /&gt;no matter how pretty you try to be. you won't be shot a look of envy.&lt;br /&gt;you'd pretty much attract attention from all your twit behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;i find it funny when girls like you try to act like that. it is so fucking entertaining. please don't do it anymore though.&lt;br /&gt;i may spill my puke over your beautiful clothes.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. mind you. your clothes look better than you.&lt;br /&gt;you flirt with ANY GUY like they're yours. and i have no bloody idea why they fall for it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care about girls who flirt with their boyfriends. i really hate those that flirt with guys that are not their boyfriends, geddit?&lt;br /&gt;not insulting your beauty. you know? nevermind the 'beauty' part. actually..&lt;br /&gt;i'm commenting on how grotesque you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew. i don't feel like continuing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;your twit germs are getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;hope ye get fucked :) good luck getting someone to fuck you. though i think no one's interested at all. or should i say no one will be / would be / should be / NOT EVEN MAY BE. it's overt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like saying anything else.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for all the language. be cautious of girls like that. they may look revolting but somehow they kick ass at putting up a cute façade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.. i better stop now before i PUK-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-8771496348680570155?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/8771496348680570155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=8771496348680570155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8771496348680570155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8771496348680570155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuck-ya-real-hard.html' title='fuck ya real hard.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-4730960903357306496</id><published>2008-10-26T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:52:07.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Lauri is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Lauri = the vocalist of The Rasmus.&lt;br /&gt;if you're gonna label him with anything crude i am going to punch you in the groins / vulva :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rasmus - In The Shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3RQXbtNKfQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3RQXbtNKfQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the vid. o_o&lt;br /&gt;especially when the crows come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 2 and a half days since the last time i stepped out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;because of this darn cold + cough. cool cold.&lt;br /&gt;the cough's really bad to the point where it feels like asthma.&lt;br /&gt;it's actually pretty boring to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out, but at the same time i don't wanna 'cause i'll probably get more ill. so.. i gotta bear with it for now, rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past 2 and a half days i've been drawing, eating a lot, watching anime, watching game streams, listening to music, downloading stuff, using msn, not pron-ing (go play it. you can find the link under the list of links i keep in 'connections'. if you're impatient don't play it. thanks.) and you know, the usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work called twice, last friday and yesterday. last friday when they called i told them "i can't go to work" and they hung up so i expected them to call yesterday since.. they thought i just couldn't work for that particular day but NO it's because i'm really sick. so yesterday they called again (it's a girl who called so it cannot be Naz) and she said "you're working afternoon shift" so i'm like "i can't work tomorrow 'cause i'm sick." and she said "oh.. okay, bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool cat.&lt;br /&gt;fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when i can resume work. with this sick ass cough i can't go anywhere.. some people may get the SARS fits even though it's already outdated. those.. clean nerds..? you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. don't give a shit. and about my work uniform, the one that got dyed purple.. (only yuping, olivia and cecelia knows what this is) my mom got it bleached off, but there are still some visible flaws, not really obvious though. i'm so glad stain removers exist.. or i may get hanged. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT: &lt;s&gt;.. wish i could work today, huijia is working at noon today.. ;^;&lt;br /&gt;don't like working alone. it's so...&lt;br /&gt;untouched.&lt;br /&gt;pretend you didn't see that.&lt;br /&gt;it's so BORING when you don't know anyone there!&lt;br /&gt;.. and some of them are really oblivious. it may just be me but oh, psh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'm gonna start drawing again on cs2.&lt;br /&gt;rofl, i have no li&lt;br /&gt;MY HANDPHONE JUST DROPPED.&lt;br /&gt;*rofl, i have no life when i'm sick because i only can stay at home like duh.&lt;br /&gt;last but not least.. uh, fuck you?&lt;br /&gt;have a fun weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-4730960903357306496?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/4730960903357306496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=4730960903357306496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4730960903357306496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4730960903357306496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_26.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-1601694179243586818</id><published>2008-10-25T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:57:32.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SQMzq767vFI/AAAAAAAAADU/j1fFmFVpph8/s1600-h/xmaspun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SQMzq767vFI/AAAAAAAAADU/j1fFmFVpph8/s320/xmaspun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261105602431269970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why i did this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1601694179243586818?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/1601694179243586818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=1601694179243586818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1601694179243586818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1601694179243586818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/uh.html' title='uh.'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SQMzq767vFI/AAAAAAAAADU/j1fFmFVpph8/s72-c/xmaspun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-5346113366600961518</id><published>2008-10-24T21:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:23:15.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+o(</title><content type='html'>ever coughed to the point where you feel like you're about to vomit?&lt;br /&gt;i have. i just did. i mean.. just coughed like that, not just vomitted.&lt;br /&gt;having a really nasty cold right now. it's crazy :(&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i sounded cranky on the phone / on msn / wherever because i just didn't have the mood to make my brains work or come up with anything fun to say.&lt;br /&gt;my funny brain is closed for mechanical checks today.. and maybe tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;been coughing + having a running nose since last night.&lt;br /&gt;my mom gave me a loo roll to blow my nose with. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;woke up in the morning and told my mom to buy some donuts. normal ones. not those with toppings. yeah.. went back to sleep till noon, my mom bought 4. i ate 2, then had my lunch. and ate the remaining 2 at 5pm. i would label myself as having a big appetite.. and not a big stomach. that's what yuping said.. she said i have a big stomach. hahah! if i had a big stomach i would look like donny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm gonna break away for today's happenings and recap what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;uh...&lt;br /&gt;oh! went to arab street with olivia kath huijia and myself. went there because i needed a replacement for the jewel that fell off my hair band (the one you use to tie your hair, not the kind you hold your fringe with).. it really like it so i wanted it to look nice again. so olivia brought us to the store she got her jewels from.. it's jewel paradise. TONNES of jewels. a large variety. we tried to look for the jewel that matched the one on my hair band. after awhile.. we couldn't find one so i asked the guy in the store. he looked for one that was different.. but it wasn't obvious.. and it was free of charge. it was just 1 jewel and rather small so he didn't charge me. BUT STILL HE WAS SO KIND! heehe ^__^ he helped me paste it back on my hair band too. he told me not to wear it for the day. then.. we left for somerset. to sumi for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kath played her ds while the rest of us ate. olivia had yakiniku. but more like yakichick (according to the reciept) i tried 1. it was delishers. huijia and i had ramen! then they ordered gyoza and kimchi. the kimchi was extremely spicy. hahah. it was good though! i loved the gyoza. the base was crispy and the inside was juicy.&lt;br /&gt;yum. 6:&lt;br /&gt;donny wasn't there because he was sick or something. meh.&lt;br /&gt;yuping and cecelia were working yesterday. yuping got tortured. kept walking back and forth to take plasters. hahah. cecelia was in zone b so we couldn't talk to her :s&lt;br /&gt;saw cherry. she was really friendly. missed everyone there. and the food.&lt;br /&gt;after we burped we went to toys r us (@ vivocity) to play with the gachapon. BURH&lt;br /&gt;we spent a fair amount of time in there.. wasting money. rofl&lt;br /&gt;and apparently they did not refill MANY of the machines which made me really mad because i wanted the mos burger one. and one of the machines were faulty. or should i say 2 or more. it was stupid. but we had fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;after that kath and olivia got their crackers/candy and we went to the open space to sit down. LOVED THAT PLACE. super windy and clean &lt; only applies to the time when we just got there.&lt;br /&gt;played with water and took lots of photos. went to daiso after that.&lt;br /&gt;ah. that reminds me. my stuff are still in huijia's bag xD&lt;br /&gt;hahah. maybe i'll get them back the next time i see her.&lt;br /&gt;that's about it.. i'm a lil' lazy to continue with details.&lt;br /&gt;we went back after we went out to the open space for a few more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;oli and kath went for dinner while huijia and i went home.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go hang out after dinner but it rained.. so we called it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recieved a call from work today. telling me that "i have work tomorrow." told them i can't work tomorrow and without questions they said "okay." i doubt i'll be able to work for sun and monday too. if they ask me why i'm just gonna say i'm not well. which is like, the truth. who wants to pay for someone to go to work and spread germs to the staff / guests? noone. precisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i really miss baking. haven't had time to bake since forever..&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm tight on schedule. work and going out :s&lt;br /&gt;aaarrrggghhh. darn this running nose business.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going out for the next few days.. not with this running nose.&lt;br /&gt;have a good weekend everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the pictures. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SQHZFHaSUcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SBr90-2Sp3A/s320/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260724521657323970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SQHZExb_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/B7xzFe4ftZQ/s1600-h/DSC00840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SQHZExb_D9I/AAAAAAAAABs/B7xzFe4ftZQ/s320/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260724515758870482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-5346113366600961518?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/5346113366600961518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=5346113366600961518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5346113366600961518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5346113366600961518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/o.html' title='+o('/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_93eHDYGz3uo/SQHaM7UH-NI/AAAAAAAAADM/RGrN8k88AsA/s72-c/DSC01025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599166884473757185.post-7088551058794757651</id><published>2008-10-19T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:30:09.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURP</title><content type='html'>huh.&lt;br /&gt;today i slept at 4am because i was reading manga. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at approximately 11am. around there.&lt;br /&gt;used the com, read manga again.&lt;br /&gt;FYI it's cause i'm reading from vol 1 to vol 20 (at the mo)&lt;br /&gt;read it before last time but forgot where i stop, so decided to read it from the start.&lt;br /&gt;after that planned to go out with cecie at 5pm. but it rained like cows and lambs so we decided to push the meeting time further, till 6:15pm.&lt;br /&gt;she accompanied me to tm and cs. wanted to get shoelaces cause i'm bored with my current shoelace and black hairdye and other stuff. then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to mos burp-ger and had her dinner and my lunchinner. yaaas i had mos' fish burger and milk tea for the first time. it was D. TO THE E. TO THE L-I-C-I-O-U-S okay.&lt;br /&gt;then i did stupid things again i think.. we talked about many things too. somehow when i'm with her i got a lot of things to talk about. don't know why. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;told her about work. like me trying to get used to the people there and stuff. YAHH not gonna think about those anymore tomorrow. i'ma do my best to.. to what? i forgot what i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huijia and olivia worked today. they both did bumper boats, but different shifts. huijia told me she sunburnt herself. the station is sheltered too! hahah. i don't know how she did it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have afternoon shift tomorrow. yeaaah. afternoon shift's cool because you can see how the park is like at night. really pretty with all the lights on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i have anything else to write about that concerns you. 'kay bye. O__O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-7088551058794757651?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/7088551058794757651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=7088551058794757651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7088551058794757651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/7088551058794757651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/burp.html' title='BURP'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-3659916173027391935</id><published>2008-10-19T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:52:26.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shift-less</title><content type='html'>don't have any shifts for tomorrow.. so i guess it won't hurt to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up like an hour ago, so was pretty drunk.&lt;br /&gt;actually 'drunk' doesn't sound right.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless.. i'm out of somber.&lt;br /&gt;raihan.. i'm not crying anymore, but i still miss you very much, and i still feel that cancer should be fucked. trying the best i can to think positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i not update on?&lt;br /&gt;work.... okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment kathleen and i got there, we exchanged our ezlinks for the staff pass at the security room.&lt;br /&gt;the security guard was a stern man.. we took some time to get him to understand that 'it is our first day working today at the rides department.' okay then we went in.. looked for Naz. he taught us how to check in. WE DON'T USE PUNCHCARDS YES&lt;br /&gt;we use fingerprints. it is such a fun thing to do.. new experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;after that.. went to the office.&lt;br /&gt;that's where the tension began.&lt;br /&gt;my god, i didn't know anyone there (except kathleen) and noticed that everyone there knew each other fairly well. i felt really awkward.. even during lunch time.. seriously okay!&lt;br /&gt;soon we went to our assigned posts.&lt;br /&gt;was in charge of the kiddy track.&lt;br /&gt;took over Sharil, who did the AM shift. after i got there, he only told me about filling up the form, and nothing else..&lt;br /&gt;after that it rained. i stayed under the brolly.&lt;br /&gt;Fazuan, who was in charge of the flipper, came over and asked why i have not kept the cars in the storage.&lt;br /&gt;i just gave him the '???' face and he told me to go to the flipper first.&lt;br /&gt;there's a room there for shelter so yah.&lt;br /&gt;he helped me with the cars.. then told me about how i should go about keeping the cars, when it rains that is.&lt;br /&gt;the car is really damn heavy by the way.&lt;br /&gt;maybe heavy for me. strained my back carrying it and almost sprained it cause i was trying really hard not to drop it.&lt;br /&gt;now my back has muscles.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. then he taught me how to write a report on bad weather.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i'm allowed to talk about things that happen in the theme park cause i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;ok... to summarize it it was a really awkward day that made me want to quit because i didn't know anyone there.. it just felt really weird.&lt;br /&gt;you know? like getting to a new class but this time with 80 classmates to hang out with..&lt;br /&gt;of course all 80 of them weren't there but still it's a large group and i don't know how to talk to them. ARGH&lt;br /&gt;YOU GET MY DRIFT? YEAH. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with cecie at around 4:30. she wanted to get a pressie for fooshihui.. a jumper. so we went to look around at tm and cs. i don't remember other jokes.. i just know she laughed a lot. then ok.. joke of THAT day.&lt;br /&gt;we were at NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;do you know the sunsilk hair lotions? those in little bottles with a nozzle on top.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to smell the lotion.. so i opened the nozzle and squeeze the bottle a little so that the smell will come out. a bit of the lotion shot out from the bottle and almost went into my nose.&lt;br /&gt;she laughed like crazy.. so did i. HAHAHA. then the next one i wanted to smell, i didn't put it at my nose.. i put it sideways, so it was facing somewhere else.. i squeezed the bottle. the lotion came out and shot behind my back. didn't get on my shirt though. HAHAH. it was hilarious okay.&lt;br /&gt;that kinda made my day and cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so much better today.. though i still don't talk to people nor look at others in the eye (for what?) BUT i made new friendsss. Hafiz, Clarissa, and Casper.&lt;br /&gt;i was in charge of the red baron today.&lt;br /&gt;Casper... he's very friendly and nice!! taught me how many people can sit in each ride and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa was the relief for my station when i had my break.. she's friendly too!&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz was with me for awhile to teach me everything about the red baron. i need to operate the machine! it's very very fun. he's cool, in his own ways. hahah. yuping worked today! think she did fine, she had fun too! she didn't like the uniform.. though. after work yuping and i went to macdonalds for lunch. my stomach was flat.&lt;br /&gt;i was very hungry. she was so shocked at how much i ate at home.&lt;br /&gt;cause i told her for 2 days of last week, which was fri and sat i ate rice, with fish veggie and meat and after eating that i eat a bowl of cereal with milk.&lt;br /&gt;she was like "HUH?!"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. after that we waited for cecelia and kath to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;when they joined up with us we already finished our food. kath had fries and mcflurry while cecie had mcwings. then we went to walk around in ehub.&lt;br /&gt;she bought a keychain.. very cute keychain, magnetic dolphins hugging each other. hahah. then we went to the arcade. I SAW CAPYBARA PLUSHIES. and watched this pair playing taiko no tatsujin. DON'T HAVE THE "DON'T CLAP" SOUND! WALAUWEI. that other time i went there it had that idiotic noise and today it didn't. what is the meaning of this? OK nevermind. there's always another day. didn't have enough money to play today. only had 10 cents left in my wallet.. hahah. didn't have the card either. awe man. after that took bus 3 back home.. after i got home i fell asleep immediately.&lt;br /&gt;not at my doorstep. but when i lied down i slept at once. was too tired i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.. folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-3659916173027391935?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3659916173027391935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=3659916173027391935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3659916173027391935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3659916173027391935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/shift-less.html' title='shift-less'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-2877634334041865826</id><published>2008-10-17T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:40:56.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i suck for being like this.</title><content type='html'>it's only been 11 hours&lt;br /&gt;but i miss you like hell.&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be the guy i know.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much you've changed..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much weight you've lost..&lt;br /&gt;you will always be the raihan that i respect.&lt;br /&gt;look.. i have work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are gonna swell again..&lt;br /&gt;will you come back soon?&lt;br /&gt;pretty please..?&lt;br /&gt;let me make up for before.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so.. very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-2877634334041865826?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/2877634334041865826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=2877634334041865826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that is one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;i did not know that you have been suffering.&lt;br /&gt;i deeply regret that we have not spent more time together.&lt;br /&gt;i got to know you the first time&lt;br /&gt;when you were starting up your very own&lt;br /&gt;a band that i love to the core&lt;br /&gt;bandmates that made me feel that i already lived life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;i took some time to open up&lt;br /&gt;yes it's true.&lt;br /&gt;i love each and every single on of you.&lt;br /&gt;i got mad at you.. for lying. for not telling the truth&lt;br /&gt;for weaving your own stories&lt;br /&gt;for hurting my trust and respect for you.&lt;br /&gt;but after i heard that you fell ill.. i started to rethink.&lt;br /&gt;this train of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;repeated it's route&lt;br /&gt;for almost forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i forgave you. you never knew i was mad at you..&lt;br /&gt;you never knew that i forgave you.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't bring myself to confess&lt;br /&gt;to you who was suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamnt&lt;br /&gt;of a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;where our bandmate ringed me&lt;br /&gt;to tell me that it was the end.&lt;br /&gt;it was a nightmare from 3 months ago&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up from it&lt;br /&gt;thinking that&lt;br /&gt;"whatever that happened in dreams will never happen in real life."&lt;br /&gt;i was proven wrong&lt;br /&gt;when i recieved his call today.&lt;br /&gt;9:49pm&lt;br /&gt;i got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;i sat down. and slid my bag off my back.&lt;br /&gt;that was when my phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;i picked it up&lt;br /&gt;wondering why he would call.&lt;br /&gt;Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about it?&lt;br /&gt;What about..?&lt;br /&gt;I have some news for you.&lt;br /&gt;We won't be playing songs for him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He just passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i replied to the sentences after.&lt;br /&gt;but the first thing i thought about was almost childish&lt;br /&gt;you're lying.&lt;br /&gt;don't lie..&lt;br /&gt;don't fucking tell me lies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 16.&lt;br /&gt;you can't fool me&lt;br /&gt;despite that&lt;br /&gt;i believed.&lt;br /&gt;i went to my room&lt;br /&gt;quietly&lt;br /&gt;trying to prevent any sound from leaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never felt so unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;so demoralized&lt;br /&gt;so filled with regret&lt;br /&gt;so devastated&lt;br /&gt;so lost&lt;br /&gt;so angry with myself&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;freaking sad&lt;br /&gt;i deplored.&lt;br /&gt;i weeped.&lt;br /&gt;i tried not to make a sound but i still did.&lt;br /&gt;i lost my appetite to eat.&lt;br /&gt;i lied to everyone that i was going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i lost the voice to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got calls to affirm your current state.&lt;br /&gt;first from her.&lt;br /&gt;then from him.&lt;br /&gt;it was finally certain&lt;br /&gt;that you have left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;when we first met&lt;br /&gt;i didn't speak.&lt;br /&gt;but you asked while looking at me&lt;br /&gt;"who's the drummer?"&lt;br /&gt;you knew it was me.&lt;br /&gt;that was when i jammed for the first time&lt;br /&gt;although full of suck&lt;br /&gt;you said i was catching up.&lt;br /&gt;i felt extremely happy&lt;br /&gt;because someone liked my effort.&lt;br /&gt;have i told you&lt;br /&gt;that you're awesome on the drums?&lt;br /&gt;you were the lead guitarist&lt;br /&gt;but you did equally well on drums&lt;br /&gt;i respect you.&lt;br /&gt;your talents&lt;br /&gt;and how you're always patient with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;you're wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;you're kind.&lt;br /&gt;you liked my humour&lt;br /&gt;and i liked yours.&lt;br /&gt;i still keep the drumsticks you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;i sanded them too.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it must only be natural&lt;br /&gt;to take good care of something precious.&lt;br /&gt;don't mind the present tense...&lt;br /&gt;i just can't make myself refer to you like you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you even helped me with studies.&lt;br /&gt;walked home with me.&lt;br /&gt;we had the whole world to talk about&lt;br /&gt;we just got along really well.&lt;br /&gt;you were my best buddy.&lt;br /&gt;amongst everyone..&lt;br /&gt;the one who i could speak to freely&lt;br /&gt;was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were you suffering a lot?&lt;br /&gt;did you cry?&lt;br /&gt;did you think&lt;br /&gt;"i want to recover so i can jam with everyone soon."?&lt;br /&gt;because i did.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you to recover fast&lt;br /&gt;because i missed playing music with you.&lt;br /&gt;but now&lt;br /&gt;you're in some place far away from us..&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;why is life always playing games?&lt;br /&gt;games that are unfair..&lt;br /&gt;that are unexplained..&lt;br /&gt;ARE LIVES THAT MUCH FUN TO PLAY WITH?&lt;br /&gt;he is.. so young..&lt;br /&gt;instead of letting him recover&lt;br /&gt;and move on&lt;br /&gt;you took away his life.&lt;br /&gt;and there's no damn reason why it's great.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it..&lt;br /&gt;i don't like your games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although&lt;br /&gt;i am really thankful that&lt;br /&gt;life was given to me&lt;br /&gt;to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learnt many things from you.&lt;br /&gt;hardship.. skills.. kindness and music.&lt;br /&gt;i would never have learnt how to drum without you.&lt;br /&gt;your comments on the things i have done&lt;br /&gt;i greatly treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;i want to remain humble&lt;br /&gt;just like your dad.&lt;br /&gt;my dear friend... may you be safe.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you see my heartfelt words&lt;br /&gt;and hope that you will remember them like how i'll remember you always.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;and thank you.. for everything that you have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the love you can find in the world,&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;szeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. please be safe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-6157191789351505977?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/6157191789351505977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=6157191789351505977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6157191789351505977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6157191789351505977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/r.html' title='R'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-1882262027612750468</id><published>2008-10-15T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T02:18:56.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interview</title><content type='html'>it went okay. kathleen and i got the job.&lt;br /&gt;hj yp and oli are getting their calls by this fri / sat.&lt;br /&gt;though i'm not exactly enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking about what my interviewer said.&lt;br /&gt;"people's lives are in your hands"&lt;br /&gt;"it's more than just pressing the start and stop button"&lt;br /&gt;"everywhere you go, you need to be alert and you need to bear 'safety' in mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell. this is gonna be a totally new thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;i accepted the job. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;this is ridiculous..&lt;br /&gt;somehow i think that i'm not up for this.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;everything is happening at once.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to screw things up.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to cause any trouble.&lt;br /&gt;though he told us that we'll be attached to the easy stuff first.. i still can't put my mind at ease.&lt;br /&gt;did i pick up the right job, i wonder?&lt;br /&gt;other than that. i had fun today at the arcade playing hotd4 with olivia..&lt;br /&gt;but not entirely cause i kept thinking about the work and my concerns / worries about the job.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it will be a new and wonderful experience working with new people.. who i have never worked with.&lt;br /&gt;and of course to be used to being alert and responsible.. which is something i haven't really been working on. since my previous job didn't require me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathleen went back first today. she wasn't feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;get well soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for such a dull post...&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to speak my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1882262027612750468?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/1882262027612750468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=1882262027612750468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1882262027612750468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1882262027612750468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/interview.html' title='interview'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-8278836923016456952</id><published>2008-10-13T04:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T05:00:53.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>日番谷 冬獅郎 (L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c387/BabyNeko/hitsugaya.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of making changes.&lt;br /&gt;so i think i'll just go with this.. though i think he looks a tad weird.&lt;br /&gt;just imagine he's standing at attention. okay? -_- goodness. too tired to make any more amendments.&lt;br /&gt;k run through.&lt;br /&gt;that's Hitsugaya from Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;did changes multiple times and finally got something that looks.. rather decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitsugaya Tōshirō (C) Tite Kubo&lt;br /&gt;Fanart (C) me. like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-8278836923016456952?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/8278836923016456952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=8278836923016456952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8278836923016456952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/8278836923016456952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='日番谷 冬獅郎 (L)'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-9051834839377392435</id><published>2008-10-13T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:13:14.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a is for asshole</title><content type='html'>got home at 11:45 today. sat on my butt switched on the PC and here i am.. blogging. after like, an hour? yeah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tm and cs today, with ah-partner kath and high-partner oli. went there in search of a job because we never thought ****** ***** **** ** ** *** ** *********. yeah you'll find out.. like tomorrow. and it's already tomorrow so i'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;escape called us up for an interview! makes sense now? "****** ***** **** ** ** *** ** *********.". starry eyed? wrong. those are asterisks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way get used to my blogskin. i don't plan to change it anytime soon. though i'm getting sick of it already. what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so escape called us to go for the interview next tuesday at 3:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;DARN.&lt;br /&gt;GLAD.&lt;br /&gt;after they called (almost) everyone they were calling each other to ask about whether all of us recieved the call. i wonder if we're the only ones going to the interview or if there's gonna be more people. whatever, man. we're fab. plan to play house of the dead 4 with oli after our interview on tues. hahaha! too tempted after watching them play the other time. kath and i are gonna buy rainbow toesocks! whee. saw them just now at tm. soooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our so called.. job hunt, we went to jiabehhh's house. i was actually going to central park to find cecie and oli's pigu because hj told me "kath oli and her were gonna watch a movie." and i didn't feel like watching movies (again) so soon. BUT. hj said "we're gonna play hotd3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a completely different thing.&lt;br /&gt;heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;north and south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm like "O_O K."&lt;br /&gt;asked yuping and cecie but they didn't want to come over to hj's place.. so i went after i had noodles and a glass of milk. burp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i got there mx opened the door cause hj was busy killing zombies. HAHAH. can't blame someone for being a killer. went in the room and jubi was tailing me while olivia was screaming my name i don't know why. maybe my name works like a tranquilizer in times of panic and distress. hahah but it was funny. kath didn't play.. guess she was enjoying just by watching :]&lt;br /&gt;we did shifts. first hj (mouse) and i (keyboard). then olivia (mouse) and i (keyboard) then miaoxian (keyboard) and i (mouse). I'M NOT BEING SELFISH OKAY it was because kath didn't want to play. then after that my ass was hurting sitting on the chair for so long so i passed it on to oli. then they fought with the boss but lost.. then miaoxian wanted to throw the cd case at the PC. hahah! luckily she didn't. their comp just came back from hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched some clips from (ah.)zumanga d(ah.)ioh and kanon wakeshima's suno no oshiro [pv]. watched lots on kimura sensei. (ah.)ha(ah.)ha! actually i planned to (ah.) anything with "ah" but i decided not to. too difficult to read. :s&lt;br /&gt;after we were done the clips we went home!&lt;br /&gt;sorry to bother you so late at night hj! but i had fun. ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toesockstoesockstoesockstoesocks. D. to the E. to the L I C I O U S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-9051834839377392435?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/9051834839377392435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=9051834839377392435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/9051834839377392435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/9051834839377392435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-for-asshole.html' title='a is for asshole'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-5929808397105758980</id><published>2008-10-12T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:50:03.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE SETH MACFARLANE</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y57XT9flVfA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y57XT9flVfA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L) his cartoons. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-5929808397105758980?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/5929808397105758980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=5929808397105758980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5929808397105758980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/5929808397105758980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-seth-macfarlane.html' title='I LOVE SETH MACFARLANE'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-3457623597416722255</id><published>2008-10-12T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T05:13:49.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter edition</title><content type='html'>it's october! so i thought i'd give my blog a new look.&lt;br /&gt;the blue is pretty isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;if it looks ugly then you should go make yourself colour blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my blog's new layout.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i spent 2 days looking for the right blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;i'm very particular about the layout so.. i spent a lot of time hunting for one.&lt;br /&gt;but to no avail. ugh. thinking of it makes me sic- +o(&lt;br /&gt;so i thought.. i should just stick to the same skin but change some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;wanted yellow but i thought it'd be too.. sunshiney and bright.&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up with this.&lt;br /&gt;if you hate my new blogface then BEAT IT.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like your face either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about the new playlist?&lt;br /&gt;OK. to the point now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those escape theme park people have not called yet.&lt;br /&gt;think i'll give it up.&lt;br /&gt;or it's gonna take up too much of my time waiting for it.&lt;br /&gt;don't think they want moonlighters anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;so.. this calls for another round of job hunting, where i actually do something.&lt;br /&gt;that escape theme park thing.. my friends got it for me.&lt;br /&gt;because when i got there they already filled in everything for me. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;i plan to earn some cash before my holidays end.&lt;br /&gt;or else i'm gonna feel so unaccomplished so demoralized so unfulfilled so..&lt;br /&gt;SO NOTHINGEARNEDWHENIHADTHECHANCEGAY. you get my drift?&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;9 oct&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ringed hj. we planned to return our loaned books that day.&lt;br /&gt;funny enough (don't hate if you don't find it funny. 'cause i find it funny you ass.), i forgot to bring my books. so i ended up watching her return hers.. met ocky inside. they reached before us. hahah. then.. we looked at cook books! left there after downloading a cake recipe book. then we went to TM and CS. they bought some food there to snack on along the way. mmm. then we went to walk around that area. after that, we went back to tampines and went to buy MORE food. actually, it was only me. because i didn't buy any back at the interchange. then we went to jia-behhhh's house. her mom cooked fried rice! she said we could have our dinner at her place so yeah. DEELISH. i still remember the taste. hahah. loved it. oh. forgot to mention, before that we rented The Wig and The Haunted Apartment. The Haunted Apartment was better IMO. but they're both really good horror movies :] no kidding. loved the plot in The Haunted Apartment and loved the realism in The Wig. both movies had their pros. no cons. so we watched 2 movies! coolio. after the last movie, we watched punk'd on mtv. so darn funny. hahaha. that was all for that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 oct&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cecelia with the library&lt;br /&gt;went to the library with cecelia* to return my books because i forgot to bring them out the day before.. as mentioned in the previous para. after putting the books in the book drop we went into the library for some air-con (originally) but then we found purpose. went to the 2nd level, got hold of some books on food barbequeing ideas, went to the kids section and sat on our asses and READ. after an hour or more of sitting on our butts we got hungry lookin at all the food and decided to loan them. woot. then we went to get some food at old chang kee because i felt like having some of the spicy squid jia-behh had the day before.. AND IT WAS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;please try it.&lt;br /&gt;i also bought the ham and cheese pie kath bought the day before. once we got our food we went to macdonald's. for ice-cream. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;gluttony is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes censored that.&lt;br /&gt;went to NTUC to find this 'red wine vinegar' thing. but we couldn't find it.. so we went to.. CS. looked at some watches. i saw one by juicy and it was a really cool watch. i never knew juicy couture had ungirly designs. finally after walking about we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;11 oct&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much in the morning, but went out with cecelia at about.. half past 7 to look for her shoes. she's working tomorrow so she wanted to get new ones.&lt;br /&gt;her old one's gonna fall apart soon. but we couldn't find the kinda shoes she wanted so we went to buy drinks and she bought cup corn / corn cup / cup o' corn from the night market. we didn't know where we should settle down at so we went to the playground near kath's house. had a really good chat with her. like.. a 2hr 30min chat. hahaha. talked about lots of things. we spent 10% of the chat on donny's belly. hahah! 30% on work and the rest on the miscellaneous. in a nutshell, i enjoyed the my day very much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i guess that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;it's almost morning so i'm going to bed. eyes are as opened as garfield's.&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-3457623597416722255?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/3457623597416722255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=3457623597416722255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3457623597416722255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/3457623597416722255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/winter-edition.html' title='winter edition'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-1516825852082283886</id><published>2008-10-09T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:47:14.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh?</title><content type='html'>was that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;cecelia, we were not planning to leave you out or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;it's because you're not feeling well, that's why they didn't ask you out.&lt;br /&gt;initially, it was just huijia, kathleen and me.&lt;br /&gt;kathleen said she was gonna look for a job around the east area tomorrow, so i said "okay, why not call huijia along?" because i thought yuping and olivia were going back to sumi with you.&lt;br /&gt;and then, the next day.. which was today, i had my f&amp;n exam.&lt;br /&gt;so i planned to meet them after i'm done bathing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know all of them were there, until you told me.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't reply the last message you sent me, because i wanted to know exactly&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck happened.&lt;br /&gt;and it turns out that, it was because they cared. they didn't want you to come out when you're not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;woman, it was raining. today. you're gonna feel cold. fo sure.&lt;br /&gt;they cared about you.&lt;br /&gt;really now...&lt;br /&gt;let's get along, 'kay?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why you were so angry..&lt;br /&gt;i know you were lonely because you're at home, staring at the pc,&lt;br /&gt;doing nothing, rotting away, but man. we ALL feel that way when we're sick.&lt;br /&gt;isn't that what patients are supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;be a good girl, stay at home, rest, or watch some tv..&lt;br /&gt;when i'm sick, i wouldn't even think of going online.&lt;br /&gt;well maybe i'm exempted 'cause my computer sucks. it really does.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i don't think about using it as often as you do.&lt;br /&gt;hell.. let's just leave this be.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how i should put it.&lt;br /&gt;the real problem.&lt;br /&gt;you need to realize it on your own.&lt;br /&gt;because i really think it's not gonna work at all&lt;br /&gt;if i'm the one telling you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid you won't accept any critiques given to you and flip like mad.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. find out what it is, after recapping everything that has happened today.&lt;br /&gt;we still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a better note.. hello.&lt;br /&gt;f&amp;n is over.&lt;br /&gt;it is FINALLY OVER. OK, exclude the exams in nov but man it's over!&lt;br /&gt;my main papers! HA.&lt;br /&gt;we found a job! at escape theme park / wild wild wet.&lt;br /&gt;we submitted our application forms.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for filling up mine for me guys :)&lt;br /&gt;they said to contact us tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i hope all of us get the job.&lt;br /&gt;after we submitted the form to this super friendly and funny guy at wild wild wet, we went to walk around at downtown east. i got myself an ice-cream cone from jollybean. mmmm. still like macdonald's ice-cream cone, though.&lt;br /&gt;after that, went back to tampines and they bought sushi.&lt;br /&gt;then went to huijia's house and had dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;the soup was delicious! so was the veggie :p&lt;br /&gt;then we watched money not enough 2.&lt;br /&gt;great movie, if you understand dialects. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this if you played mario.&lt;br /&gt;though i think those of you who never played mario will still watch it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGE34VAqYTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGE34VAqYTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-1516825852082283886?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/1516825852082283886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=1516825852082283886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1516825852082283886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/1516825852082283886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/huh.html' title='huh?'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-6731546810447983147</id><published>2008-10-06T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:52:32.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N/A</title><content type='html'>OK, i really don't have anything to blog about. but i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday hockys, kx and sufi went for KTV. 0% hype. only olivia and huijia hyper. i don't know, maybe it was too squeezy for highing? i think i broke my voice yesterday. O__O not like i'm good at singing or anything, but yeah. think it's because when they sang linkin park i shouted. attempt to be hyper. whatever. overall, it was really cool. i had fun eating snacks in the dark with kathleen. hahaha. after that, we went to pay. only 6 bucks per head, pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to kfc. they ate. i played on kathleen's DS. TAIKO NO TATSUJIN! my favourite hype game. then yu ping was "bom bom bom bom"-ing beside me. the game already had sound effect. maybe she felt that there wasn't enough sound coming out from the DS. hahaha. after that they took some photos.. inside and outside of kfc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have anything to blog about for today. oh. we went to the airport to see sufi off. i didn't do anything much there so there's nothing for me to write about. to see what happened go see olivia or huijia's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sufi, hope you had fun yesterday with everyone at the ktv and kfc. because we all did. i'm not exactly a close friend of yours, so i didn't have much to talk about today. so all i can say now is, you're good at singing chinese songs. be safe in thailand and keep up the gaming! we're gonna miss you and hope to see you during november. don't stop eating. you're skinny like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;whoever that took 'Reisylia'.. go fuck yourself.&lt;br /&gt;after you've done that, delete that username and then you can begin repenting / cutting yourself / crying.&lt;br /&gt;hope you lag in your game, bitch. when you start lagging, you know it's comeuppance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless YOU thought of 'Reisylia' first, i would like you to eat my shit. enjoy your meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-6731546810447983147?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/6731546810447983147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=6731546810447983147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6731546810447983147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6731546810447983147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/10/na.html' title='N/A'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-6561310820242011021</id><published>2008-09-22T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:37:20.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allen Walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c387/BabyNeko/allengakuraninc.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regarding to why he's incomplete.. i don't know. guess you could say that i'm afraid to complete the drawing. didn't wanna screw up halfway when i'm so close. there are times where my brain works like that, so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-6561310820242011021?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/6561310820242011021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=6561310820242011021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6561310820242011021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/6561310820242011021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/09/allen-walker.html' title='Allen Walker'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-707128612657820542</id><published>2008-09-22T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:28:40.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>i think i'm minced by clb oral. ARGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious. holy bovines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know how to read some words in the passage, and i screwed up the conversation as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are the places of attraction in singapore that you have been to?&lt;br /&gt;... it was something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YEAH damn i had many ideas in mind but they were all in english.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD!! argh! i wish my brain had babelfish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jo and jk walked out of the school with me.. i walked home with my mind heavy with thoughts about the clb oral. such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"damn i'm mcgriddles."&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"shit i should've talked about jurong bird park.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got home and sanded my drumsticks and had some biscuits and a big glass of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social studies. or should i say.. foreign studies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.E.E.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factor - the world's recent milk incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example - China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaborate - those tards, again, made their country so proud by doing their brainless deeds by poisoning milk. how did they do it? these milk companies.. for the sake of earning more money, they bought a type of protein that is poisonous if overly used. then they add it to the milk and poor babies these proteins are eating away their innards. oh, why did they buy that poisonous protein? BECAUSE IT'S CHEAPER THAN FOOD PROTEIN! dipshits.. because you want to earn more money the whole world needs to bear THE CONSEQUENCES.. and it's ALL YOUR FAULT! the people who checked the milk powder just passed it off as 'rich in proteins, very good.' and now what? babies are dying. VERY GOOD? LOL why not you try drinking it and we'll open up your belly and check out how the powder reacts in your body? and before you die of suffering.. while clenching onto your liver in distress we'll tell you "sorry ah wanted to earn money kekez." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link - while i was eating biscuits (as i mentioned in line 15) my mom told me about her trip to the supermarket today. so she was standing at the poultry and meat section with her friend. she was telling her friend how to select fresh meat by looking. so she was comparing 'see this? it's pinkish, so it's more fresh than the other one.' so this CHINA guy came out of his cage i would call it. the place where they prepare the meat for wrapping and displaying at the chiller. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt; it's called, kay and told my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE OTHER ONE ISN'T FRESH? all of them are fresh! fancy you standing around here, choosing meat for 10 minutes. you even messed up the arrangemen-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa whoa whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) dude, are you like, an old virgin? having your pms? thanks ah but DON'T VENT YOUR ANGER ON MY MOM AND HER FRIEND for pig's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my mom won't ever mess things up. even when she's taking something from the bottom.. she'll put them all back in place. she? messed things up? you're trying to mess with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) the dialogue depicted above is altered and translated from Mandarin to English. if he were to speak in English.. gold will come out of my asshole and he'll be the first one to pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) IF i happen to go to the chiller, and the stuff there were already messy before i got there, and YOU tell me that I messed up your things.. i'll stack them back so very nicely and then FLIP THEM ALL BACK IN YOUR FACE. remember.. you're a shitface, and i don't like shitfaces NOR getting blamed for something that i did not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply put, you guys disgust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-707128612657820542?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/707128612657820542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=707128612657820542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/707128612657820542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/707128612657820542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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-8599166884473757185.post-4349386578140172907</id><published>2008-09-21T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:22:23.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reisylia returns</title><content type='html'>HA! you thought i stopped blogging, huh.. that is so WRONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would mean i'm surrendering due to some poll system in livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i left you, blogger, let us patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think that's sappy?&lt;br /&gt;THEN EAT THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE AND AFTER (respectively):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c387/BabyNeko/zethhairstyle2.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c387/BabyNeko/zeth.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^__^ i was bored after i got home so i decided to touch up my existing drawings.. zeth looks better now.. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. &lt;strong&gt;got home&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boon lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;where did  i go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hilltop restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,&lt;/strong&gt; whatever, man. i don't like this FAQ business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the hilltop restaurant (literally hill top) &lt;/strong&gt;is located at this road near jurong bird park..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRD TEPPAN YAKI! yeah i thought so too in the first place i was like 'wtf but i'm an animal lover' BUT NO. i went there because my brother asked me the other day whether i've eaten teppanyaki before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: SH, have you eaten Teppan y-&lt;br /&gt;Me: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how it went so he decided to take me out for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went for teppan yaki with jiejie (his gf) and when i got there and sat down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the floor was slippery as it was really oily, i could iceskate while i was seated&lt;br /&gt;2) the chef was infront of me seperated by the teppan&lt;br /&gt;3) when he set the teppan on fire i thought it was the last day of my life&lt;br /&gt;4) i drank the tastiest miso soup ever&lt;br /&gt;5) O_O&lt;br /&gt;6) my mom called my brother and thought i was missing because i didn't pick up her call cause it was too noisy i couldn't hear my ringtone&lt;br /&gt;7) what the hell, the king prawn was about 18cm long and it was fat! AND fresh&lt;br /&gt;8) the sukiyaki beef was awesome&lt;br /&gt;9) i love the mango pudding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. what's the 10th point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) the view outside the restaurant was spectacular.. because we were at a hill top, remember? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. one thing&lt;br /&gt;we had to take a taxi from boon lay to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I STOOD in the MRT from tampines to boon lay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should join some standing competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Jo: here's the brand new post!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i don't have much to talk about.. and i didn't take photos with my handphone because i don't have a bloody cable. my bro's gf took the pictures (at the view) with her cam, so maybe i'll post 'em up if she sends them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. thanks for reading my brand new but rather lack of content post, have a good weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I DOWNLOADED 3 BOOKS FROM THE LIBRARY YESTERDAY!! hahaha i'm so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599166884473757185-4349386578140172907?l=reisylia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/feeds/4349386578140172907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8599166884473757185&amp;postID=4349386578140172907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4349386578140172907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599166884473757185/posts/default/4349386578140172907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reisylia.blogspot.com/2008/09/reisylia-returns.html' title='reisylia returns'/><author><name>Reisylia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06952255875105010984</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>
