<?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-14509148</id><updated>2012-01-10T23:52:59.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XOXOXO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>521</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-3847288287495326521</id><published>2012-01-10T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:52:59.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This kept me sanely awake for the past week. Heh.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iZyKjzMocCs/Twxe2MF4noI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JGNZ3ESG-7g/s640/blogger-image--313198137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iZyKjzMocCs/Twxe2MF4noI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JGNZ3ESG-7g/s640/blogger-image--313198137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-3847288287495326521?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3847288287495326521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3847288287495326521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-kept-me-sanely-awake-for-past-week.html' title=''/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-iZyKjzMocCs/Twxe2MF4noI/AAAAAAAAAaA/JGNZ3ESG-7g/s72-c/blogger-image--313198137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-4523163375745554185</id><published>2011-12-31T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T02:32:14.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late snack, anyone?</title><content type='html'>Too sleepy to blog on but I have this plan in mind to make whoever is reading this hungry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza from Nora, Wei Jia, Jill &amp; Jason from the premium care centre on Xmas (:&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gqwf30heMlk/Tv4DrKeuITI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jaeTPlanfoc/s640/blogger-image-661432829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gqwf30heMlk/Tv4DrKeuITI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jaeTPlanfoc/s640/blogger-image-661432829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-4523163375745554185?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4523163375745554185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4523163375745554185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2011/12/late-snack-anyone.html' title='Late snack, anyone?'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gqwf30heMlk/Tv4DrKeuITI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/jaeTPlanfoc/s72-c/blogger-image-661432829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-6562101168475695602</id><published>2011-12-21T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:52:25.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOGCAKE HUNT</title><content type='html'>Reservations for our free logcake from Capitaland mall! :D &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y6Be5tYEn_w/TvF0Fhg3xzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/YP1KtItrdi0/s640/blogger-image--1769131500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y6Be5tYEn_w/TvF0Fhg3xzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/YP1KtItrdi0/s640/blogger-image--1769131500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-6562101168475695602?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6562101168475695602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6562101168475695602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2011/12/logcake-hunt.html' title='LOGCAKE HUNT'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-y6Be5tYEn_w/TvF0Fhg3xzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/YP1KtItrdi0/s72-c/blogger-image--1769131500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-80509092282722747</id><published>2011-12-21T06:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T06:01:13.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me happy (:</title><content type='html'>Loots of the month! Ended up with all these cause I couldn't make up my mind :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; adding onto my collection in the wardrobe, hello 4s (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, ☃ &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Db7yy36pi5o/TvEElYgbjrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9SPszVTe1ms/s640/blogger-image-324924943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Db7yy36pi5o/TvEElYgbjrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9SPszVTe1ms/s640/blogger-image-324924943.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ezi6WfnWKMY/TvEEvh4KEqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/woFHcJadHdk/s640/blogger-image-1162482391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ezi6WfnWKMY/TvEEvh4KEqI/AAAAAAAAAZY/woFHcJadHdk/s640/blogger-image-1162482391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yaBJ73NeHEQ/TvEE4E6H8kI/AAAAAAAAAZg/k3iWLYJOXRE/s640/blogger-image--610756880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yaBJ73NeHEQ/TvEE4E6H8kI/AAAAAAAAAZg/k3iWLYJOXRE/s640/blogger-image--610756880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TT1dUoBy4nU/TvEFpQDmkMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/4Ypb5kDed4s/s640/blogger-image--45445097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TT1dUoBy4nU/TvEFpQDmkMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/4Ypb5kDed4s/s640/blogger-image--45445097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-80509092282722747?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/80509092282722747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/80509092282722747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things that make me happy (:'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Db7yy36pi5o/TvEElYgbjrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9SPszVTe1ms/s72-c/blogger-image-324924943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5118235983716860052</id><published>2011-12-21T05:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T05:44:20.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally done with the new layout and off to bed! (:&lt;br /&gt;Posts up tomorrow since I can start blogging off my iPhone :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5118235983716860052?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5118235983716860052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5118235983716860052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-done-with-new-layout-and-off-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-1581142525683277186</id><published>2011-12-21T04:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T04:17:13.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>Finally downloaded blogger on my iPhone! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-1581142525683277186?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1581142525683277186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1581142525683277186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-4982188058086885419</id><published>2011-12-21T04:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T04:16:17.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The shortest distance between U and I ♥"&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-s0ZDKN5q3wo/TvDtD15ZviI/AAAAAAAAAZI/reTX6HXVhiE/s640/blogger-image-1843218109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-s0ZDKN5q3wo/TvDtD15ZviI/AAAAAAAAAZI/reTX6HXVhiE/s640/blogger-image-1843218109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-4982188058086885419?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4982188058086885419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4982188058086885419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2011/12/shortest-distance-between-u-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-s0ZDKN5q3wo/TvDtD15ZviI/AAAAAAAAAZI/reTX6HXVhiE/s72-c/blogger-image-1843218109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2981094778790464681</id><published>2011-12-21T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T03:56:45.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reviving in progress with eyes glued to the dreamweaver screen.&lt;br /&gt;Im sleepy! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-2981094778790464681?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2981094778790464681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2981094778790464681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2011/12/reviving-in-progress-with-eyes-glued-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-8359738266914291399</id><published>2011-04-15T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T03:34:24.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSECURE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s another night when I finally get to settle down right in front of the laptop that is current a FUJITSU-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;MADE-TO-BE&lt;/span&gt;, credits to Uncle Hong aka Hong Xuhao who gifted my Asus laptop a Fujitsu Garskin makeover so that I could use it in 07. This reminds me of my disappointment that day when our dear Peixuan and I went up to Challenger with COLD HARD CASH in search for the S6421 and there turned out to be no stocks, even the DS was sold which was so goddamn infuriating. That aside, I can’t believe SW and I went to nubox in search for a macbook air, and to think we walked right in from K3’s exit like some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;APPLETARTS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I somehow miss being in the sales line, despite loving all that I get to learn in the area of marketing and operations. At times I would wonder how long it has been since I went “Hi, can I help you?” like any other sales personnel did. At times I would wonder how it would be like if I were to go into the retail line again. That said, I would admit that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;fear&lt;/span&gt; has sunken deep enough into me, despite having raced up the sales units table some time ago before I stepped completely into marcomm. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;I love marcomm&lt;/span&gt;, no doubt about that. FEAR. I fear being insecure in an environment that I would have to adapt or re-adapt to. I fear &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;. I fear the idea of not knowing my stuff inside out even though these can be learnt / re-learnt. I fear&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt; falling back&lt;/span&gt; to where I once started out from and I believe this fear engulfs every single human being, in some way or another. We all fear uncertainty, no matter how much we would always anticipate change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I distinctly remember HS repeating time &amp;amp; again, “the only constant in life is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncertainty and insecurity sink into me at many a times, even though on many occasions I struggle to find the reason behind the insecurity-bound self that rests behind the facade that others see on the outside. I hate it whenever I break down in tears on some occasions when I get overly stressed with everything that is happening around me. I don’t like being sandwiched in situations where you have to take sides (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Please do not tell me mashed potato&lt;/span&gt;) and I’m just like any other human being that breaks down at one time or another, just like any other girlfriend that would need to cry out at times. I really am trying hard to hold back my tears and trying hard not to lash out at anyone but at times, the situations just turns too stressful and difficult for someone like me to stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It hurts when you said you were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;, tired of the toll that life has brought on you, me &amp;amp; everyone. Too many a times I struggle hard to find &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;the right words&lt;/span&gt; and too often, I’ve failed and end up turn frustrated with myself, you, &amp;amp; practically everything that surrounds me. Frustration got up my nerves too much that I had to calm myself that day by doing a stock-take in 07 which left me feeling slightly better. Too often, I know, I get nudged by the feeling that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;haven’t done well enough&lt;/span&gt; or that what I’ve done isn’t sufficient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And at the same time, I do know well enough, that I haven’t done enough for you as a girlfriend, being on the receiving end of all my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;occasional insecurity &amp;amp; stress outbursts&lt;/span&gt;. I haven’t done enough, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;haven’t been good enough&lt;/span&gt;. I know I’m weak and I’m trying hard to embrace changes instead of facing things negatively, it’s difficult, but I’m trying. Yet, it has never been sufficient for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’m sorry if this entry turns out to be an emotional one. I really am trying hard to bring myself together under all that I’m facing right now &amp;amp; it isn’t easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight world. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Snapshots of life&lt;/span&gt; will be up soon (: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/14509148-8359738266914291399?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8359738266914291399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8359738266914291399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2011/04/insecure.html' title='INSECURE.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-6881301647037886700</id><published>2011-02-26T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T03:22:34.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABYBUM :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think the bloghost loves procrastinating cause I always procrastinate my blogposts &amp;amp; now it's throwing bitchfits at me by taking it's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; own sweet time&lt;/span&gt; to load. &amp;amp; yes, you're right, I aren't armed with my olympus at this hour for it's sitting in the bedroom so malacca's &amp;amp; random snapshots of life hadn't been uploaded. Apart from that, life had turned a little better, probably because having spent these three years with the smelly bum had gradually made me a little more patient but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;more whiny than ever&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yey, I've gotten my hands on the Xperia X10 HD cause mum mistook x10 mini for the ginormous X10 HD and bought this instead. and i swear i'm a total &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;android-idiot&lt;/span&gt; ; i have no idea how to forward messages using android and that lao ren jia + uncle ben laughed at me, even my bee. Even now, I have no idea how to use more than half of the applications provided in the phone. This feels like being totally alienated from the celly-world even know we have a whole load of knowledge about lappies, like all i needed to know was to call &amp;amp; sms and now I've found fun in the monotonous barcode scanner. boring much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gradually realised the fact that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;every page of life turned on you&lt;/span&gt;. You, who would nevertheless draw a smile on my face through a phone call, a text message, or even a missed call or a warm comfort at the end of the day. You, who would always do everything to make me a happy girlfriend with the little surprises. You, who would pop up with a cyan blue styrofoam rose in the middle of the night even when you're busy with your work or killing super-ugly monsters on your lappie. You, who would rush to the doorstep the moment I fall sick even in the middle of your meetings. You, who would always keep me warm in the night along with little buio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;smelly bum&lt;/span&gt; :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-6881301647037886700?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6881301647037886700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6881301647037886700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2011/02/babybum-d.html' title='BABYBUM :D'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5603853486685983755</id><published>2011-01-26T01:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T03:00:58.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYSMELLYBOY.</title><content type='html'>been procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this post should have been dated like, two weeks back. been dragging this post since the day the smelly boy and i got back from malacca, which was like, 12th jan. oh well. i haven't even uploaded the pictures to my notebook and have been dragging like, so many things - shopping, hair appointments and even the new blog design which is not even half done. twenty four hours never seemed enough, work, food, studies, time with the smelly boy and friends. can't believe that i even procrastinated the nights when i was supposed to do my nails before bedtime and dragged for almost a week, even forgot to go to the singtel shop to get the e72 and x10 mini pro that i've been eyeing. all these have led to me fiddling around with an iphone-3G for the moment, trying hard to adapt to the touchscreen phones and this prolly rules e72 out of my choices cause' i need a large qwerty-keypad - i use the phone horizontally because the buttons are like super small, like fuuck man, why can't humans make wider buttons? got pretty much used to it after a few days and twitter apps got much more convenient with the celly, but nothing betters a laptop when it comes to surfing the net and tweeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yey malacca. drove around malacca's city area with the smelly boy and checked into avilion legacy-melaka, and cause there weren't enough rooms, the smelly boy picked the president-suite instead :B two rooms and a bathroom with both a standing-shower and a bathtub and two teevees. finally got to try the chicken rice balls that left the smelly boy grinning after he finished the rice balls soaked in chilli and dark soya sauce which i thought were FISHBALLS and felt very kuku about it. "chicken and fish balls? where's the rice?" running through the rain at jonker walk reminded me a lot of the first month together a good three years back when we did the same thing and got quite drenched. things haven't changed much except that we grew older &amp;amp; closer, hah :D love the steamboat-satay aka luk luk that we had, almost fifty sticks of satay with ham, fishballs, sotong, cockles and all that seafood in peanut butter sauce, and got the smelly boy drunk &amp;amp; blushing at the japanese restaurant when we finished a bottle of sake, practice doesn't make perfect all the time, hee, smelly zixin you still can't hold your liquor well :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what working life has taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that humans are constantly racing against the clock. i remember how i used to tell THS almost 6 years back that teachers race against the clock but it seems like it happens to every single human on earth. that's why i never get sufficient rest/sleep unless i'm on a vacation with the smelly boy and we'll shop, eat, sleep &amp;amp; play the whole day or spend hours babbling nonstop. well that's the smelly zixin for you, that smelly boy with the fluffy hair :B almost everyone in 07 is falling sick thanks to the weather, you see bouts of flu in tissue paper lying around everyday. maybe it's due to the weather or that we've eaten too much bak-kwa aka chinese bbq pork from the suppliers who brought in truckloads of them for the new year. and worse thing is, despite finishing everything, i've not bought anything for the new year yet, squeezing all that last-minute shopping with angela &amp;amp; peixuan on friday, new shoes and stuff and a meal with MO prolly at marina/citylink. i crave for thai express' green curry, like again. haven't dyed my hair or gotten a haircut yet, dangs. whining in the smelly boy's face again with the phrase "smelly dar, i want.." as he plays his weird-monster-killing-game again on his lappie. waiting for my nails to dry before i drag the smelly boy to sleep and make a new skin before the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 zixin (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5603853486685983755?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5603853486685983755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5603853486685983755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2011/01/mysmellyboy.html' title='MYSMELLYBOY.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-1675406107285309058</id><published>2011-01-02T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:28:09.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soNOTHAPPY2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;V2011.02 things we grew to realise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love life as much as i did, when i was younger. this feels old, yet Happy New Year 2011 to all the folks around despite facing a screen with a tear-stricken face. It doesn't feel good to grow up, i swear. I hate the tears that accompany ever week due to the stress that piles up one after another, continuous unresolved issues and all that shit. i hate having to put on a happy front and pretend that i'm alright, i hate it how much i always bottle things up and try this hard to take everything in my stride. i hate it how you fuuckers faced the computers this much and turned so unfeeling. i hate it, that to you, humans are nothing more than puppets, every place, every industry, every little sighting tells me this, these 21 years hadn't been easy and growing up is this painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the same saying goes time &amp;amp; again,&lt;br /&gt;"substitutes. runners. benchwarmers. soccerballs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even as i type Happy New Year 2011, it doesn't even come across to me as something joyful. What was supposed to be a new phase in life turned out to be nothing more than a repetitive stab in life. i hate it that i'm this weak. i hate it that i'm nothing more than a durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the tears of the adolescence years,&lt;br /&gt;wishing this badly that i don't need to turn 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-1675406107285309058?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1675406107285309058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1675406107285309058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2011/01/sonothappy2011.html' title='soNOTHAPPY2011'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-9199851014839359646</id><published>2010-12-11T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T02:30:10.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIFTS.</title><content type='html'>While one would always look forward to surprises and gifts in the form of tangible items, you’re a gift from god himself. Three years plus into this relationship, nothing makes a better gift on this world than you, the gift that god has carefully crafted and chosen. Gifts, why not presents? Having you in my life with every step I take, marks the past, present and the future, walking through every stage of adolescence, teenage, the rebellious years, the days of pain and tears and through to adulthood. Even at this moment I wouldn’t be considered a fully grown adult, needing always to rely on you in my life, always having you to hold my hand through every phase and every little decision. The one who knew me well enough inside out, planning my future with his hands and working hard towards it, the only person who would hug me tight through the feverish nights of illness, the days of anguish and tears, and to always share my joy and happiness no matter how bad the day turned out to be. Because you made the need for tangible gifts non-existent, because you taught me how to treasure every moment that we have together, because you had me understand, that you were the best gift that God could give me in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;smelly boy&lt;/span&gt; zixin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-9199851014839359646?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/9199851014839359646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/9199851014839359646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/12/gifts.html' title='GIFTS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-1335700553453686537</id><published>2010-12-01T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T01:52:55.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MADE IN ASIA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hello December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marks the end of November as well as the end of C3 and Sitex 2010 that left me dead beat. Nevertheless, I managed some time out to work on my macintosh interface, something that I've been longing for quite some time and now it all boils down to the remaining sections where I've to transform the windows pop-ups into a total mac lookalike inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asustek machine, Macintosh interface and Fujitsu at heart. That's &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 153);"&gt;Made In Asia&lt;/span&gt; for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation prep gets underway and I've yet to even pack my luggage, being more busy taking care of the smelly boyfriend who has fallen ill after long hours at work and long journeys on the highway. baby zixin, please get well soon so that you can look after smelly donut (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another hand, the end of Sitex 2010 marked the last journey of my roadshows. Nine months, I've been there, HP, Multi-brand and ending of the journey with Fujitsu. For a fully-converted Fujitsu lover from Sony/HP, I've to say that these nine months successfully infused the phrase "Made In Japan = Quality" into my mind. Walking through to the end of the road with this brand that has gradually became my favourite over time, here goes. Fujitsu, you've "conquered" me, you've made me a Fujitsu-lover through and through, excluding the love for macintosh' interface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years down the road, hopefully all the little children who walk through Funan Digitalife Mall continue to chant "FU-JIT-SU" in that japanese-like accent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello December, Hello Made In Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, my sweet little doctor pillow zixin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-1335700553453686537?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1335700553453686537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1335700553453686537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/12/made-in-asia.html' title='MADE IN ASIA.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-4084862209095156683</id><published>2010-11-19T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T03:19:54.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLICEOFEVERYTHING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a little slice of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when life gets this hectic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had me stop and pause to watch the time go by and look up from my desk at the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;to know that things aren't as miserable as they seem,&lt;br /&gt;to always remember that one needs proper rest for the mind &amp;amp; body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know that you would be here no matter how bad the day turns out to be,&lt;br /&gt;like how you would hold this little hand wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;little h2h talks and quiet moments&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;like how we watched the sea from vivo.&lt;br /&gt;like how donut became yours at marina (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the smelly one who is made of cotton and raisins,&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; you, dumbdumb zixin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-4084862209095156683?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4084862209095156683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4084862209095156683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/11/sliceofeverything.html' title='SLICEOFEVERYTHING.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-3914437769958160492</id><published>2010-11-17T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T01:41:05.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1131'st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;heart-to-heart talk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with smelly zixin just before i posted this up and it made me feel a lot better after all the stress I've been undergoing these few weeks. i may look alright but truth is, i haven't been so. people around me like KC or JJ would have known better than other colleagues around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;pushovers, substitutes, emergency rescue tubes&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; time and again, this is what I've been in my eight month stint at work. no matter how much I appear to love it - I don't deny that I love working, but I awfully hate being a pushover and all the shit that I undergo almost every single day - it feels like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;do-or-die op&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; where you would never know the outcome of anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;always the runner, always the replacement, always the substitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. i don't like this. i don't like how all that shit comes collapsing on me once you need a substitute to vent things out on or when you need someone to fill up that missing post in a shop. now it's me who doesn't understand and is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;no longer willing to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; put in that much effort as i once did because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;no matter what i do, i'm still a runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, no matter what i do, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;not appreciated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and you people would only talk nicely to me when you want something to be done and when no one else is free to get it done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;substitute, k5, 14, 437, get it?&lt;/span&gt; i'm glad i'm leaving all these after sitex 2010 ends, for good. nothing holds me here anymore. the only things left are the friendship i've bonded with the truly sincere people i've found around here like john, kc, ken, kelven, helen &amp;amp; henry. the only things left are the times when people go "thank you" after a long day of hard work. nothing else is left here, when i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;drag my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to work, that's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;final stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; that i can ever handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smelly dar, I love the time you take almost every night to talk me through every little thing that is going through my mind, the time we would actually take and think back on what we went through and laugh at each other's stupid behaviour and mistakes and how we would talk about the future that awaits us the next day. I love it whenever you make those&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;little promises&lt;/span&gt; and how you would say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I always will&lt;/span&gt;" (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you zixin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-3914437769958160492?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3914437769958160492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3914437769958160492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/11/1131st.html' title='1131&apos;st'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-8754990399767477307</id><published>2010-11-14T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:24:36.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1157th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;endless little stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i love about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;38 months&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;ant tunnel day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how it started off with white beanies, purple hair and little mamegoma seals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;little specks of nail glue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in my hair ( i know you always laugh at this!) and the smell of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;your cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; that i can no longer do without even though i don't like it when you smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the hugs outside that shop selling dk-game accounts (till now i still laugh at the fact that you really believed they sold dk accounts and peeked into the shop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the moments when we waited outside the cinema to watch the leap years two years back and how I started playing with your hand and whacking you :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; that windy night atop marina square when it was just you, me &amp;amp; no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; every little thing that you do, and every moment that we spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the way you are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;happy 38 months of ant tunnel day&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;smelly smelly dar dar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-8754990399767477307?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8754990399767477307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8754990399767477307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/11/1157th.html' title='1157th.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-3299085947403610793</id><published>2010-11-13T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T03:12:28.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookie bits of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;little bits&lt;/span&gt; that we build over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Sunday comes round the corner and spells thirty-eight months together, time made me realize how much you and I have grown &amp;amp; changed over these three years and two months-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would always throw tantrums and whine non stop whenever you were busy with work, even when you went for a two hour meeting. I remember spamming your cellphone constantly with missed calls and messages that not only spoke of "I miss you Dar Dar" but also much of angst after a long wait. I remember how I would demand that you spend every single minute of your free time with me when this relationship first started ( &amp;amp; in the end you didn't have much time with your friends). I remember how nonsensical I would get and how you would give in to extents by giving in to every whim &amp;amp; fancy and talking sense into me until you lost your temper one day and didn't want to talk at all and that left me very upset. I still remember two weeks back when we talked about it and you laughed at me (bad pillow!) I remember how much I would cling onto your arm whenever we went out with your friends and that I still do so till today :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past we never really knew what was comprehending or what really was 'give and take'. I remember that I would always 'demand' for your time &amp;amp; attention even when you were busy with your work. I remember getting frustrated with myself because I couldn't find the right words when I just wanted a hug at the end of the day and screamed at you instead. And I laugh at myself now when I think of it that you took three years plus just to talk sense into my mind every night. I love the heart-to-heart talks nowadays before bedtime and whenever we call each other 'bad' and 'fat' and till today I still wonder how I often fell asleep while talking (oops).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how we changed &amp;amp; grew this much in love together, amidst all the squabbles and fights over three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how I would always remember the only brand of cookie-snacks that you bought for me,&lt;br /&gt;it spells MUNCHY's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/2382/munchycookie.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now that you're fast asleep after a long drive home,&lt;br /&gt;this is for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; zixin dar dar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-3299085947403610793?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3299085947403610793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3299085947403610793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/11/cookie-bits-of-love.html' title='cookie bits of love'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-6801747484953937698</id><published>2010-11-12T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T04:08:17.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE EIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very very random lyrics that crossed my mind before i drift off to lalaland.&lt;br /&gt;will post tomorrow morning after i wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to wake the smelly bf up tomorrow for his meeting! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; zixin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img828.imageshack.us/img828/3167/shuohuang.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i get smelly zixin 38 cupcakes for this sunday? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-6801747484953937698?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6801747484953937698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6801747484953937698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/11/three-eight.html' title='THREE EIGHT'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-8219307786128430525</id><published>2010-11-06T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:37:46.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWENTY YEARS ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because you gave me the best birthday in these twenty years on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you made me the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;happiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday girl, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you would always go to all means to make me smile,&lt;br /&gt;with the little things and sweetest presents ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how you would term everyday as my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;i love you my smelly dar &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; zixin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-8219307786128430525?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8219307786128430525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8219307786128430525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/11/twenty-years.html' title='TWENTY YEARS ♥'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-1736286447513362836</id><published>2010-10-16T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:15:12.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1128TH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before the day comes round this month where I officially stop being a teenager,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to grab onto &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;every little piece of childhood&lt;/span&gt; that I can, at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things that i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;wish for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will mister smelly pillow grant me these? &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to always have time out of our hectic work to enjoy gloria jean's coffee with you,&lt;br /&gt;like how we did on our first date &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img842.imageshack.us/img842/6958/gloriajeanscoffee.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to always share this with you for my life.&lt;br /&gt;popcorn is only for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smelly doctor pillow&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/60/popcornl.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate my birthday with you every year,&lt;br /&gt;treasure &amp;amp; spend every moment with you and&lt;br /&gt;to make you the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;smelliest lazybum&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you zixin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-1736286447513362836?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1736286447513362836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1736286447513362836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/10/1128th.html' title='1128TH.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2714824531042116890</id><published>2010-10-14T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T02:34:35.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>37 months (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;37&lt;/span&gt; months, and my smelly, lazybum boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;These twenty promises are for you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will not kick my smelly pillow when i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will not scold or bite my smelly pillow no matter how bad pms can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will wake up on time and have breakfast before starting the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will cook for my smelly pillow whenever i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will eat whatever my smelly pillow makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I will not bully baby buio or fight with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I will gnaw on your cotton every night and every time i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I will hug you to sleep every night and won't turn away even if i'm angry at you (usually over something stupid i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I will be a good donut and not disturb when you're doing your work or having meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I will make sure i sneeze and salivate on my smelly pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I will not keep late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I will jeer at germany &amp;amp; michael ballack with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I will do my best to be more understanding and not rant at you everytime when i get frustrated with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I will not kao zai except for smelly doctor pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I will not make stupid excuses up for stupid things that you already know (&amp;amp; probably laughing at me for doing so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I will always &amp;amp; forever celebrate your birthday with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I will make cakes &amp;amp; puddings for you for every monthsary and birthday from this moment onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I will eat my veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I will study hard and get a good job so that you wouldn't have to work so hard for our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I will always love, treasure, &amp;amp; be with you.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; I love you, zixin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-2714824531042116890?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2714824531042116890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2714824531042116890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/10/37-months.html' title='37 months (:'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2011111479443482977</id><published>2010-10-07T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T01:26:54.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deep in thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deep in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times i look into the mirror and wonder what am i really striving for in life. in the train rides home, i would often wonder if i had done my best at many a times, when i know deep down that i haven't. at times i would wonder if i had given the best that i could be when it came to work circumstances, but i hadn't done so all the time. at times i wondered if i had been a rational and calm person but i hadn't mastered how to be one and often allowed my heart to rule my head instead of the other way round. at the end of the day i would often ask myself if i had done the right thing on many occasions, yet it would always boil down to the ringing phrase that this is a cannibalized society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't tried hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when everyone cheats, it doesn't mean that you should follow suit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was what you always drilled into my head in these three years and in almost every conversation. you had to drill things into my head because i was dead stubborn like a piece of rock, i shouldn't be a scorpion, i wondered at times, i should have been born a taurean and turned out as bullheaded as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why reflective posts always have a tinge of negativity in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past six months as i started on my first official job, i realised how much of a workaholic i was, yet the efforts i put in wasn't well-balanced out and it led to me feeling either over-exhausted or like an under-achiever at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is, i haven't been good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't make a good colleague, i flare up easily at the slightest shot of criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't make a good girlfriend, i've been overly obsessed with work at many moments that i neglected you and didn't have sufficient time to be by your side even if it was just to watch you get your work done or to have a meal with you. dinner became supper and breakfast for me in march to july pretty much didn't exist until you insisted that i had breakfast and some hot coffee to start the day off. i can't even master a good meal with the wok yet you never failed to love and finish up the wholemeal sandwiches that were somehow the only things i could make apart from pastas. i hadn't taken good care of myself and constantly made you worry &amp;amp; stayed up through the night to check on my health and yet still face me with a smile the next morning. i'm really really sorry chou chou doctor pillow. donut will try to balance work, health and our r/s properly as the days go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chou chou zixin, i love you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-2011111479443482977?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2011111479443482977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2011111479443482977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/10/deep-in-thought.html' title='deep in thought.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-6415226988874694323</id><published>2010-10-06T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:39:50.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOST THERE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally done putting all the ideas into an artpiece.&lt;br /&gt;nineteen more days to turning twenty &amp;amp; i feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye twenty ten, hello cupcakes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Kia-c, i will update tonight after i get home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; chou chou der zixin :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-6415226988874694323?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6415226988874694323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6415226988874694323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/10/almost-there.html' title='ALMOST THERE.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5344031885410865289</id><published>2010-09-25T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T19:13:04.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;back from vacation.&lt;br /&gt;very late post of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy three years&lt;/span&gt; to the bad dumbdumb bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise a proper post in 7 days time from today.&lt;br /&gt;sorry kia-c for making u wait this long for me to blog! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; zixin, 20070914&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5344031885410865289?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5344031885410865289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5344031885410865289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/09/hiatus.html' title='hiatus.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-816057999813851365</id><published>2010-03-23T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:59:52.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its supposed to be my off day but here i am, huddled away in a corner of the room in dumbdumb's big jacket and a mug of coffee, sneezing and blogging away. the sick bug in me gradually worsened in the evening with a tummy that churns non stop and saw me fighting the bad diarrhoea. it somehow amuses me how i managed without my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;daily dose of coffee&lt;/span&gt; since the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;first day of the IT show&lt;/span&gt;, how i managed the long working hours of my first job and fall flat right onto my bed once i get home, despite not feeling the toll of the daily workload when i'm working. i wonder how i have gotten this far, i didn't even expect myself to survive the first few days of the IT fair, the whole bunch of us in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;black hewlett-packard tee-shirts&lt;/span&gt; standing there for a good ten-odd hours going "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;hi, would you like to take a look at our HP laptops&lt;/span&gt;?" for a total of four days, rounding it up with supper at makan sutra on the last day of work at 1 am, the many of us who worked it through the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;aching feet and a pair of sneakers that had us survive through the IT show&lt;/span&gt;, charissa, chin kiat and i were  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dead beat&lt;/span&gt; in the cab on the last day of work, practically like three walking zombies with insufficient sleep. i somehow grimace at the number of double cheeseburgers [&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;thanks zawoo for the macarons!&lt;/span&gt;] i shoved down my throat in the four days, when you rush your meal instead of properly digesting it. damn the 'china-man' for repeatedly injuring my ankle and hitting me at the IT show, i'm sorry if this sounds racist, yet lucky that i held myself back instead of striking the dm3 right at his head. damn this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;desperate fella&lt;/span&gt; who went around getting our numbers when he failed to get the number from sin sian's friend. being a colleague at the IT show &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;doesn't give you the right&lt;/span&gt; to hit me, it doesn't give you the right to demand for our numbers, it fully explains why you weren't invited along for supper, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to some&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; joker &lt;/span&gt;at work, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i don't care if you see this or you cry foul&lt;/span&gt; in front of karen, i don't give a damn if this is insulting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, i don't give a damn if you don't like what i've said, you should just get lost if you can't even carry a HP MINI, you should just hire a maid to accompany you to work since you can't even lift a small vacuum cleaner, you should just get your ass off from here since you can't do anything except sit at the link bridge, you should just go look at yourself in the mirror before calling the general manager a noob (like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;who the fuck you think&lt;/span&gt; you are?), i don't care if this paragraph makes you uncomfortable, i don't care if you were to be a crybaby and complain about this, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;is this not the truth&lt;/span&gt;? nabeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more web designs and one advertisement that i have yet to start on. sighs. hopefully staring hard at bad baby dumbdumb would give me some inspiration, in serious need for a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;chain of thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to piece all my ideas together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;note to self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : sleep and focus tomorrow, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; jessie, sylvester, edwin, peggy, cheeng, munyi, vivian, victor, andrea, nerdycarrot, joel, sihui, theresa, kelly, charissa, caleb, virgil, bryan, sinsian, samuel, chinkiat, zawoo, jaselyn, chunquan, tingting, kweecheng, chengkun, eddie, kaiyun, samuel papa :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;sweet dreams, bad baby dumbdumb &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; 070914.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-816057999813851365?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/816057999813851365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/816057999813851365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-4366916977280650113</id><published>2010-02-28T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:07:43.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMUSED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it amuses me when you get half annoyed and sigh after trying hard to make me understand something. it amuses me when i look into the mirror and at times feel like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i love you ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-4366916977280650113?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4366916977280650113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4366916977280650113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/02/amused.html' title='AMUSED.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-7234728148319194059</id><published>2010-02-14T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T03:31:35.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYDEARESTYOUUU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my dearest you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;happy valentines day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a happy twenty nine months &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words can't describe everything that is running through my mind every now and then. you gave me everything, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sweetest one ♥&lt;/span&gt;, its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;already sufficient&lt;/span&gt;. don't ever blame yourself for not being able to get me certain things. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you're my greatest comfort&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i love you ♥&lt;/span&gt;. you found time out of your busy schedule such that you could even spend the first few moments of valentines day with me on the phone as the clock struck twelve, putting me to sleep even though you were feeling sick and drowsy due to your backache. my sweetest one, i hope you liked the honey-peanut butter sandwich. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i love you ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;happy valentines day ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-7234728148319194059?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7234728148319194059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7234728148319194059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/02/mydearestyouuu.html' title='MYDEARESTYOUUU.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-7470768975470955982</id><published>2010-02-10T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T04:01:20.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILOVEBABY♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sweetest &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; on earth; a surprise present that cannot be measured in any monetary terms, that drew a smile that big on my face that till now i'm still grinning and feeling so happy. it's been almost three years, you grew with me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;tolerated my nonsense,&lt;/span&gt; looked after me constantly, showering care, concern and love and guiding me, teaching me &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;even though all you had to do was to love me&lt;/span&gt;, made sure i slept and woke early for better complexion and health, insisted that i took slow walks in the garden area so that my heart would get better, stuffed my wardrobe with not only clothes but lots of tonics, biscuits and cartons of milk for fear that i would skip breakfast on days when i have early classes, always made sure that i ate healthy food and splurging so that i can enjoy them, knowing that i hate eating &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;plain chinese vegetable rice&lt;/span&gt;, you always brought me out to sakae, knowing that i love marshmellows, pasta, chocolates and grilled food u would always bring me out to have them even if the bill came to a total of hundred bucks every time. made sure i did my work and revised before i played, being my walking dictionary and hmm, half personal tutor at times who gives all the answers to my tutorials? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;:B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that surprise was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sweet little note&lt;/span&gt; you found, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;one in a million&lt;/span&gt;, and even pretending to be shy when telling me about it :B &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;naughty baby ♥&lt;/span&gt; an early happy CNY, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;happy valentines day&lt;/span&gt; and twenty-nine months &amp;amp; two years of being your &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;dear wife ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;i love you, bad baby ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-7470768975470955982?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7470768975470955982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7470768975470955982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/02/ilovebaby.html' title='ILOVEBABY♥'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-3947838190163845532</id><published>2010-02-04T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:35:07.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>END OF FYP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the last day of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt;'s presentations. three years. i've been partially studious, noisy, cranky, hyperactive,moody, withdrawn and all sorts of shitty stuff that happened. im glad that i still have that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;special someone&lt;/span&gt; beside me supporting me all this while, even after he suffered three years of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;shitty moodswings, constant whining and grumbling and endless nonsense&lt;/span&gt;. and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;year one gang &lt;/span&gt;that has always been supportive and always there with lots of nonsense to get through the stressful workload of the semester. in this last semester of my three year stint at TP, god granted a group of nice and helpful group mates who helped me get through this FYP as well as what i loathe most - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;presentations&lt;/span&gt;. it's not just about the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;heavy boots&lt;/span&gt; that caused blisters in my foot, or the formal presentation clothes that were dead uncomfortable, but the issue of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;stage fright&lt;/span&gt;. i really abhor presenting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i forget everything that i want to say&lt;/span&gt; when it's my turn to present. i think the last time i did well for it was in year one's comm skills, which was like a good three years ago. it made me feel a lot better when they arranged for presentation rehearsals, it didn't feel that tense when it got to my turn, yet the lack of it somehow leaves me insecure, it felt better than the previous semester, i didn't feel that scared, presenting my part beforehand in front of my group mates, there was only lots of advice and reminders, and not some &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i-dont-give-a-damn-about-what-happens-to-you&lt;/span&gt; attitude &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;thrown in your face&lt;/span&gt;. even if things have gotten only one percent better in life, it's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thank you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i finally managed it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;without cue cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/classphotostratmktg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class of 3M04.&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/14509148-3947838190163845532?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3947838190163845532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3947838190163845532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/02/end-of-fyp.html' title='END OF FYP.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-6943556935298508521</id><published>2010-02-02T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:23:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reluctant and exhausted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i miss those times in year one when everyone was so innocent and nice and there was no word called backstabbing in the dictionaries, or politics. i miss those times when my tutors would ask me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;keep quiet &lt;/span&gt;when questions were thrown to the crowd. i miss those times when we would talk about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;anything under the sun&lt;/span&gt;. i miss those times when we all mugged together for economics and the whole class finished the semester with A's in economics and the year one gang celebrated with two tubs of &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i miss those times when gathering as a class before all lectures was what we never failed to do. i miss those times of fooling around and yet getting 3.8 at the end of the semester. i miss those times when i would diligently finish up all the tutorials and had my lecture notes scribbled with all weird diagrams and graphs in all sorts of colours. i miss the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;motivation and the liveliness&lt;/span&gt; that i once had. i just &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;don't feel like talking anymore&lt;/span&gt; at times. i know that i've been a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;disappointment &lt;/span&gt;and throwing my efforts down the drain. i really don't feel motivated, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;i don't want to talk&lt;/span&gt;, i don't like it when my efforts aren't the main bulk of what we get at the end of the day, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i feel like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i hate it when i don't get to draw, i hate it when doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;SWOT&lt;/span&gt; analysis is no longer a big deal as compared to year one's swot analysis of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;APPLE aka iPod aka iPhone aka iPad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i hate it when ideas ideas and ideas is all that is required even after squeezing out all my brain juices i've ran dry of them and i feel so tired, it's not just about the compressed semester, i don't love this &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;anymore&lt;/span&gt;. i remember the days when i used to love attending lectures armed with a can of pringles and a bottle of pokka green tea, half taking notes and half making nonsensical remarks with the year one gang, but now? i feel so dead. i'm attending just for the sake of getting good grades, i don't feel the push anymore, unless u meant global mktg which strangely gets into my brain even though its a '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;graveyard lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;' at 4pm every Friday. i lost those brains for writing chunks of reports except for writing on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;ambience ambience &amp;amp; ambience&lt;/span&gt;, which i would rattle on and on about, or drawing out what's in my mind. but what's with the system that doesn't allow me to explain that everything around us surrounds the word ambience? whether it's restaurants, plane flights, bus rides, everything is about the experience, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;what's with it that you fuucking can't understand about the entire experience&lt;/span&gt; that things in life provide and need me to write in tons of pages? i'm really tired. i hate this. writing a report about something i don't agree with is so not me at all. need i print a page that reads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;THE ENTIRE DINING EXPERIENCE. GO EXPERIENCE IT YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in font size seventy-two so that you would understand what i meant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a break from all these. just ten more days and i'm done with this shit, but i'm not satisfied. this isn't what i want, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i can't face it. i feel like, having been your student for three years, i've become more of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; than anyone in the class. your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;once&lt;/span&gt; most jovial and hardworking student became the quietest of all as time passed. i failed to live up to the constant expectations that everyone has of me, the happy side of me just &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;diminished&lt;/span&gt; with all the stress that is coming from all angles and deferring my studies is definitely not going to be a good choice when there's only ten days left to the end of the semester, you might say why not &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;get it over and done with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but, as who i've always been, i'm not satisfied with what has turned out, this isn't what i've planned, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i used to smile a lot, but i've stopped doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i used to laugh a lot, but i'm so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reluctant&lt;/span&gt; to even speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i used to be so bubbly, but now i feel so dead tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;the only thing that didn't change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;is that i'm still as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;headstrong&lt;/span&gt; as ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;if i could turn back the hands of time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/14509148-6943556935298508521?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6943556935298508521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6943556935298508521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/02/reluctant-and-exhausted.html' title='reluctant and exhausted.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2802272560929498790</id><published>2010-01-24T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:23:41.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IHY2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a late hello 2010, and bye 2009. this time we're saying farewell to the teenage years for good, at least &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/10_no.gif" /&gt; not for me until the calendar flips to october. FYP has gotten its way through the damn compressed semester, deadlines every single week. i should have taken a photo of the tight schedules that we have to keep up, lucky that two papers are down already.i really hate you twenty ten. you make me feel that i'm aging and i never felt this way before. hateful shit. as cny's preparations get through and we get started with spring cleaning and shopping for new year goodies, i would agree with michelle, i don't feel like buying anything. i feel so dead, the workload is tiring me out, lucky that my group-mates for this semester are understanding tho' everyone in year three is suffering from this compressed semester shit &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/3_cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/mytwentyonine2009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it feels like shit to grow old, as the years pass you feel older but this time that our age is going to start with a "2" it really feels like we've aged a whole lot, having lived two decades and spent seven years of it sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the dark circles and bad skin start to set in for everyone who are busy rushing off their FYP or work,it's finally bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ying;&lt;br /&gt;hello lao mint! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing for little mango pudding &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/2_laugh.gif" /&gt; to get well soon (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-2802272560929498790?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2802272560929498790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2802272560929498790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2010/01/ihy2010.html' title='IHY2010.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2523682638787871419</id><published>2009-11-10T12:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:04:09.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HISDEAR.</title><content type='html'>berries and liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/berrycup1.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overdue photos of my birthday celebration at tcc &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/berrycake.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*get the rest of the pics &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/1_happy.gif" /&gt; from grandpa anthony (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/mybirthdayx1.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/mybirthdayx2.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very lethargic now although its early afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah. bye folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post when the lethargy gets away (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sihuieh;&lt;br /&gt;madame u only call jon baby leh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kath;&lt;br /&gt;thanks kath! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 169, 153);"&gt;you drew that smile &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/2_laugh.gif" /&gt; on my face again,&lt;br /&gt;irreplacable, indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that money can never buy.&lt;br /&gt;i love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/7_love.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-2523682638787871419?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2523682638787871419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2523682638787871419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/11/hisdear.html' title='HISDEAR.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-9201038718444179668</id><published>2009-11-04T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T02:25:06.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUCHBETTER.</title><content type='html'>i saw someone that i shouldnt have seen i guess,&lt;br /&gt;although i hope that its just my imagination that i thought it was her.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it really was.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked out of the shop half stunned in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;till i was in too much of a shock to speak i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just walked away blankly without even thinking about my celly,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why that look was so menacing,&lt;br /&gt;scary enough to leave me stunned for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even bother to think about my celly that was constantly auto-restarting itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling better with a mug of hot milk tea and a thick blanket after getting drenched in the rain on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those unhappy thoughts that spoiled my mood the previous days are starting to be gone with the wind. phew (: but okay, im very tired now and i need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;thanks alot theresa (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-9201038718444179668?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/9201038718444179668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/9201038718444179668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/11/muchbetter.html' title='MUCHBETTER.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-7220712312321692715</id><published>2009-11-04T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T02:16:04.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEARY.</title><content type='html'>dead beat and yet teary-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;its midnight now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting away that frustration over my t707,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to be disappointed even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disbelief and at a loss for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not supposed to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be my pillar of strength.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be for me to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be my happy pill.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be my everything.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be my emotional support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet im feeling so lost at this moment even though we've came this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你总是微笑的你总是不开口&lt;br /&gt;世界被你掌握&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;月亮绕地球 地球绕着太阳走&lt;br /&gt;我以为世界是座宁静的宇宙&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今晚的天空有一颗流星跨过&lt;br /&gt;在预言着什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在无声之中你拉起了我的手&lt;br /&gt;我怎么感觉整个黑夜在震动&lt;br /&gt;耳朵里我听到了心跳的节奏&lt;br /&gt;星星在闪烁 你怎么说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replied;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;kath;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try (: hee hee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-7220712312321692715?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7220712312321692715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7220712312321692715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/11/teary.html' title='TEARY.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-454679359039519942</id><published>2009-11-03T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:19:43.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEAKENED.</title><content type='html'>im not supposed to be feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop the tears from rolling down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weakened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad gastritis till i threw up in the washroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to keep asking myself why i seem to be the only one down with this much of illnesses and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i badly need the strength and courage to move.&lt;br /&gt;im so afraid of collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though no one says it,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a burden, a liability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though u dont say it,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im an extra weight that u're carrying and that im weighing u down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so awfully feeble and weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the upsetting post people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so weak nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard to please.&lt;br /&gt;difficult to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;easily satisfied at times.&lt;br /&gt;high maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food matters a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;prata. pasta. cake. muffins. donuts. pastries.&lt;br /&gt;anything yummy, and truckloads of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt leave the house on a bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to eddy and bernice for the remedies everytime a bad hair day is here to stay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on days when nail beds are left to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;they cannot be chipped :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee must smell nice else the day is ruined, even if i have all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and youuu must be happy else i wont smile (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-454679359039519942?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/454679359039519942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/454679359039519942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/11/weakened.html' title='WEAKENED.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2880413188838046545</id><published>2009-11-02T02:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:49:35.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEETNINETEENTH.</title><content type='html'>on the eve of my nineteenth birthday with the year 1 gang.&lt;br /&gt;(michelle was too busy with work to attend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;coincidentally my lunar birthday fell on 25th october, the same date as my birthday that goes by the 'international' calendar (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday samuel wong sui peng papa! [27th october] (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quoted from papa's fb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"yoyo thanks nuer! :) thanks for wishing me almost everywhere! haha :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to grandpa anthony too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;okay lah. happy belated birthday for ur 22nd october.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;at manhattan fish market, central.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(featuring grandpa anthony, gerald and mr paw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/025.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/026.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/027.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/028.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/029.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/030.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/031.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/032.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;at tcc for coffee (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/034.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/035.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice lightings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/039.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/041.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/049.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/053.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/057.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/056.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;rushed off to celebrate grandma's birthday at copthorne king's hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/060.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/065.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandma and grandpa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;my cake at home, at the stroke of midnight (: thanks tea (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/077.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/076.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randoms, and a tired me after celebrating for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/xiiaotiinqx3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/09yourstokeep.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who wished me happy birthday &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/starstar-1.gif" /&gt; , and for taking out your time to celebrate with me, even in your busy schedules (i know its weekend though &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/snow.gif" /&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to a special someone who never failed to remember my birthday :B hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;kath;&lt;br /&gt;thanks kath (: lol relax i didnt even go back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sihuieh;&lt;br /&gt;auntie! since when u call me baby de? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll type the rest in the next post. dead beat now and waiting for my hair to dry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i miss you. i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-2880413188838046545?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2880413188838046545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2880413188838046545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/11/sweetnineteenth.html' title='SWEETNINETEENTH.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-626141242725325542</id><published>2009-10-25T03:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T03:37:26.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NINTEENTH, PART 1</title><content type='html'>tag replies, and apologies for not uploading part 1 of my nineteenth birthday for it's 3am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nurulzxc :B ;&lt;br /&gt;hihi nurul (: i still remember u (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kath;&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to go back already lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sihuieh;&lt;br /&gt;madame, u can change the tracks -.- there are like nine plus songs there -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those who wished and celebrated my birthday with me (:&lt;br /&gt;i'll upload it by next week (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-626141242725325542?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/626141242725325542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/626141242725325542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/10/ninteenth-part-1.html' title='NINTEENTH, PART 1'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2309890612671739087</id><published>2009-10-01T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:53:15.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACKFROMHIATUS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello world after a long hiatus :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|||||||hang hang hang hang hang....||||||&lt;br /&gt;web reviving in progress, apologies for any inconvenience caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. happy belated birthday crystal tan :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-2309890612671739087?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2309890612671739087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2309890612671739087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/10/backfromhiatus.html' title='BACKFROMHIATUS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-7227210608635810350</id><published>2009-06-19T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:20:46.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICKAGAIN.GRR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bound by that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;endless lethargy&lt;/span&gt; till i just want to curl up in my blanket with a warm drink, preferably a mug of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hot milo and a thick sweater&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/firstaid.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; although im in one now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;shall get pictures from madame LEYLEY afterwards, i think i'm turning into a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; walking zombie&lt;/span&gt;. oh wells.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/zzz.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;recent and old pictures dug out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/flower.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/c9657a52.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/oooh-sononsensical.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/mirrorx3.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/b0red0m.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/d0nuts.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/000h.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;the second last pic looks dead emo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/omg.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-7227210608635810350?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7227210608635810350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7227210608635810350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/06/sickagaingrr.html' title='SICKAGAIN.GRR.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5937737989722258239</id><published>2009-05-17T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:40:44.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIXCOMPLEANOS(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp; finally she was convinced that my celly was dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;thanks to the serviceman at the singtel shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 255);"&gt;(finally understood 'technical' language after around three months?) &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/smilee.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;being of the same model as my previous celly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 255);"&gt;what can you expect&lt;/span&gt; of this celly which is pretty much good for nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;*dies &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/pinkapple.gif" /&gt; after a 1 day usage*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;finally she understands that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;its time to make way for a new celly (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;or at least something that doesnt keep crashing due to software problems (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp; a late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/flower.gif"&gt; felix compleanos (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5937737989722258239?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5937737989722258239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5937737989722258239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/05/felixcompleanos.html' title='FELIXCOMPLEANOS(:'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-91453943121592932</id><published>2009-05-12T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:51:13.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WRENCHEDHEARTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 105, 180);"&gt;was siiening away in school while waiting for rebecca &amp;amp; her classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;no prizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; for guessing where's this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/somewhereinschool.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still having problems making my way around, with my legs still hurting quite a bit and the purple patches on the right knee refusing to fade. my heart's contracting randomly again, at considerably weird moments &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/sad.gif" /&gt; clenching. contracting. wrenching. it feels as if something is bounding onto it. deathday looks to be near &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/omg.gif" /&gt; as people say, &lt;span style="color:orange;"&gt;ren shen ku duan,&lt;/span&gt; or life is short &amp;amp; bitter. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 204);"&gt;sleep deprived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153);"&gt;goodnight folks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/zzz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-91453943121592932?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/91453943121592932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/91453943121592932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/05/wrenchedhearts.html' title='WRENCHEDHEARTS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-8851338484711008882</id><published>2009-05-11T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:46:28.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TORNCELLY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tear up the celly.&lt;br /&gt;i bet there is something unsightly inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like,&lt;br /&gt;gprs tracking device?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or some weird virus thingy.&lt;br /&gt;causing it to constantly auto-restart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friggin' idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. the calculus lecturer is dead detestable.&lt;br /&gt;rambles on and on as slow as a slowpoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snores and finishes last page of lecture as she elaborates on example 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight folks :D&lt;br /&gt;p.s. apologies for the random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-8851338484711008882?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8851338484711008882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8851338484711008882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/05/torncelly.html' title='TORNCELLY.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-3510917739515108017</id><published>2009-05-10T02:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:00:15.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eheheh &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/xD.gif" /&gt; finally edited bits and pieces of the new layout here and there &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/pail.gif" /&gt; pretty much sick &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/sad.gif" /&gt; of the old one. finally found my colour &amp;amp; composition materials at art friend &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/apple.gif" /&gt; that day, yet its located at bras basah complex and taka only. sighs. friggin' inconvenient! &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/perspire.gif" /&gt; the most high-expensed &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/moolah.gif" /&gt; subject amongst all that i'm taking since 2007.. burnt a hundred bucks on the materials in week two already &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/omg.gif" /&gt; adding onto the fact that i burnt my sleeping hours &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/moonie.gif" /&gt; thanks to painting my art pieces.. weird thing is that i dont feel tired &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/snow.gif" /&gt; after doing so, even when i realised that it was daybreak already.. i lack sleep! &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/zzz.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craving for ajisen's butter corn ramen &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/ramen.gif" /&gt; at this hour. fairly random i know. dead hungry! or should i have sushi? &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/origri.gif" /&gt; (wonders where to get such food at midnight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone bake me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;gingerbreadman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/gingerbread.gif" /&gt; pl0x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;tag replies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/smilee.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vgoper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/xD.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;hi colin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/pinkapple.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;lol u finally saw the late grats for 200 ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lowell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/flower.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;potato! how on earth you hopped to here? or should i say roll? u owe me a day of bowling..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/bowling.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/cakecake.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ur link is at the links section ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-3510917739515108017?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3510917739515108017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3510917739515108017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/05/midnight-cravings.html' title='MIDNIGHT CRAVINGS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-3067792898554556779</id><published>2009-05-07T04:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T04:22:38.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIDICULOUS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally done with my colour &amp;amp; composition artwork. wondering why do marketing students need to draw or even paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/colourcompositioncontrastpainting.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time now reads &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4.11 am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuucked up. toppled my bottled paints, had my palms dirty thanks to the 8B pencil i used to print the ink on the tracing paper onto the drawing block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lucky dad stored quick snacks &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/candieh.gif" /&gt; for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stored up paints for the time being from popular bookstore after failing to get them from bras basah complex at bugis. well, at least with the paints the fuucktard requested for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr. i want &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;green paint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/greenribbon.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left with finding a palette for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;bottled paints in black, white and yellow.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nylon paint brushes.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;tracing paper.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;drawing block.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;pencils in all shades.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;palette.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;a3 folder.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do marketing students need these? i really wonder. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raining again &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/rainy.gif" /&gt; goodnight &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/icecream-1.gif" /&gt; time for a good sleep. im dead beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-3067792898554556779?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3067792898554556779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3067792898554556779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/05/ridiculous.html' title='RIDICULOUS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2511287167963477436</id><published>2009-05-02T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:05:25.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUMBTUTORS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/grape.gif" /&gt;the start of year three.&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/grape.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: i friggin' despise the tutor who can't even draw a proper piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i can't believe that i, as a marketing student, is overladen with work assigned from her cross-disciplinary subject (cds) which is only three credit units instead of my other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a whole lot of materials too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for god's sake, im not an art student.&lt;br /&gt;(even if i were, i wouldn't fancy being taught by YOU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nike's client briefing on wednesday, not that fruitful though. i'd very much rather have adidas and jurgen klinsmann. &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/heartheart.gif" /&gt; dragged for quite a long while due to the last speaker. was already half dozing off by then i guess, minhui was sitting there staring into space.. wouldn't be that boring if i had french fries &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/fries.gif" /&gt; in the auditorium :D or a double cheeseburger &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/burger.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently craving for raisin cupcakes &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/aiai.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. off to dinner before i get gastritis again :D&lt;br /&gt;post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should start texting &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/cellphone.gif" /&gt; and stop dialling? hmm. maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-2511287167963477436?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2511287167963477436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2511287167963477436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/05/dumbtutors.html' title='DUMBTUTORS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5377540203725761498</id><published>2009-05-01T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:53:13.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHATTEREDTHOUGHTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/snow.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;a mind of shattered thoughts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/snow.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/shatteredmind.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&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/14509148-5377540203725761498?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5377540203725761498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5377540203725761498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/05/shatteredthoughts.html' title='SHATTEREDTHOUGHTS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-963538114449015181</id><published>2009-04-26T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:12:08.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APIECEOFME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;have been sitting infront of the lappie for a good few hours &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;staring into space&lt;/span&gt;. well, not exactly. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;random thoughts&lt;/span&gt; running through my mind as always, trying to piece them together such that i could collapse my thoughts into a piece of writing and not scattered bits here and there. pardon my randomness which pops up here and there. im unwilling to turn to the tv screen as always, tv programmes always failed to interest me, except hongkong drama serials i guess. or raymond lam fong or danson tang &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/wekwek.gif" /&gt; ignore the star-struck bimbotic sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a piece of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/shatteredpolaroidsofme.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomly done due to my constant boredom. starting to &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;lose interest&lt;/span&gt; in pet society already.. *sighs* halfway through the knee recovery, yet constantly bugged by fever, as well as the feeling that im doing the wrong thing, no idea what it is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutorials start tomorrow, yet i somehow feel lost when i re-visit my add-math notes after three years. i seemed to have forgotten quite a bit. nuuuu. i cannot! i promised weiwei since 2005 i wouldn't lose a single mark in math or im not called munchydonuts. puiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unexpected call&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;almost a good three years since we didn't meet.&lt;br /&gt;hearing your voice over the phone seemed like any other conversation we had at that time. three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only one that i didn't cry over.&lt;br /&gt;past memories. heh &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/cherries.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do well, i won't be careless, i won't lose a single mark, like i've always promised you, like what you always wanted me to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craving for gelare &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/icecream.gif" /&gt; all of a sudden. or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;root beer float&lt;/span&gt;. pfft. almost typed it as root bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me, for i would like to ramble on in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;近日在发廊时翻阅着八卦杂志，应该是几个星期前的吧，标题写着：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;谁不曾“阿娇”？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好一个标题，把我这不爱阅读八卦杂志的读者吸引住了。没错，谁不曾阿娇？谁不曾单纯过？谁在谈恋爱时不曾想要过天长地久，或天真的想着王子与公主过着幸福生活的童话故事呢？&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/cherries.gif" /&gt;当她单纯的说没想到会有这样的结果时，若你认为这是个不可接受的理由，那你也曾“阿娇”过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎么说呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不是认为人与圣贤一样，不会犯错的吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太久没看八卦杂志，这篇章足以让我坐着阅读了足足半个钟头。若没记错，应该是优周刊吧。。。不然就是i 周刊咯。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了晚上睡觉时总爱&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/wekwek.gif" /&gt;听歌入睡，总听着陈浩民的《爱海滔滔》，石欣卉的《你没想像中爱我》或郭美美的《放了爱》&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/ipod.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一定是我不够好 所以你才想要逃&lt;br /&gt;逃到天涯和海角 躲在别人的怀抱&lt;br /&gt;你能不能不管过得好不好&lt;br /&gt;不要故意躲开不让我知道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要你过得很好 什么都已不重要&lt;br /&gt;我不会故意打扰 更不会让你烦恼&lt;br /&gt;我每一夜不管你知不知道&lt;br /&gt;傻傻流着眼泪默默的祈祷&lt;br /&gt;希望你过得好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;晚安。。。明天要上学咯！不爱上学。。。 唉。。。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-963538114449015181?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/963538114449015181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/963538114449015181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/04/apieceofme.html' title='APIECEOFME.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-6885260614569816577</id><published>2009-04-18T02:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T03:45:03.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>愛します</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;遠すぎて無効だろう場合&lt;br /&gt;私の愛は取得したホーム&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a direct translation of the song,&lt;br /&gt;starry starry night or better else known as vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;go figure which two lines i lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛します。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*水曜日は休日を公式に宣言されます。&lt;br /&gt;four day school week. lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;of cuts grazes and tears.&lt;br /&gt;i'd gladly be sick and bed ridden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no seafood.&lt;br /&gt;no eggs.&lt;br /&gt;no cooling food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;soya-deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. pasta mania, you're turning &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sucky.&lt;/span&gt; heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-6885260614569816577?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6885260614569816577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6885260614569816577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='愛します'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-6227458615133750409</id><published>2009-04-15T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:09:01.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COPYMEOWS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;fair enough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;stop being a copymeow and have some originality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe you are even copying at pet society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how uncreative can you get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-6227458615133750409?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6227458615133750409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6227458615133750409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/04/copymeows.html' title='COPYMEOWS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-1389953741791192596</id><published>2009-04-13T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:23:48.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COWARDICE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;happy hiding behind the screen of an mmorpg game,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;don't curse my friends who have not offended you in any way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;you don't even have the courage to meet up at any area,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe even vivian who is younger than you would &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; at your actions and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life isn't about levelling and training profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;any benefits for reaching the maximum level?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a month-long trip to switzerland?&lt;br /&gt;exemption from school?&lt;br /&gt;a billion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, does it just give you the guts to hurl vulgarities at others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;you're just showing me that you're nothing more than a coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-1389953741791192596?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1389953741791192596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1389953741791192596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/04/cowardice.html' title='COWARDICE.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5395802386875241006</id><published>2009-04-12T14:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:26:27.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOWTIMEFLIES ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bound by that lethargic feeling brought by the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;should i thank you for bringing along a bad fever that left me weak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like spending almost everyday of the year sick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;fever. flu. sinustisis. sore throat. cough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poland labelled it a packaged illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to get back to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pixelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and shopping for necessities before the school term starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;last and senior year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at tp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fast time flies since i entered as a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;freshie&lt;/span&gt; who often lost her way at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;p.s. i still do, so buy me a school map ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;when those in their second / third year would walk past and whisper 'freshie freshie' to each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you realise that it's freaking easy to recognise a typical freshie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;up to you to figure it out (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;armed with kraft biscuits and munching away,&lt;br /&gt;i guess im turning into a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;food-blogger&lt;/span&gt; someday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;whichever terminology you would use for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies that i didn't bother checking it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;currently browsing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ikea's 2009 catalogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;aal team's blog, which i think provides good entertainment and insight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scv magazine for upcoming hongkong drama series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seriously addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;我好困。我应有的空间呢？你给我的温柔是寂寞吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;好讨厌整天和时间赛跑，不能呆在自己家里吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;好辛苦。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;其实我不快乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我突然爱上了不说话的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;可能，心情会好一些。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想自己静一静，拥有不被干扰的思绪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我能做我喜欢的事吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不，我无法办到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱网站设计，&lt;br /&gt;爱骑马，&lt;br /&gt;爱滑雪，&lt;br /&gt;爱骑水上摩托，&lt;br /&gt;爱边享用着咖啡边思索生活点滴，&lt;br /&gt;爱静静的坐下来想着新的构思，&lt;br /&gt;爱容易让人入睡的音乐，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是，我什么都不能做到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，我不快乐。&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/14509148-5395802386875241006?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5395802386875241006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5395802386875241006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/04/howtimeflies.html' title='HOWTIMEFLIES ):'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-1680592069891152671</id><published>2009-04-11T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:34:06.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOMNESS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;seated in front of the lappie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;armed with two chicken pies and a mug of fresh multigrain milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and dozing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;fairly random post today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-1680592069891152671?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1680592069891152671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1680592069891152671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/04/randomness.html' title='RANDOMNESS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-7621936045872942942</id><published>2009-04-10T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:19:27.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO NOT SINGAPOREANNN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;an injured wrist while tearing the parking coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ohh farkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i looked as if i slitted my right wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;eeyerrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;im craving for laksa and mee rebus again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;airport food. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;what has our terminal one turned out to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hint: so not singaporean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it doesn't look like our country anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;feels so alien to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-7621936045872942942?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7621936045872942942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7621936045872942942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-not-singaporeannn.html' title='SO NOT SINGAPOREANNN.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-3086854998426643005</id><published>2009-04-09T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:47:34.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNGRYYYY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i can't help craving for food every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; hours ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;lemme munch on these;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sillymon donuts from donut empire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;mcspicy and mudpie mcflurry from macdonalds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;salmon pasta from pasta mania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;xiao long bao from din tai fung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;century egg porridge from crystal jade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;laksa from hong kong cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mushroom swiss burger from burger king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;big breakfast from macdonalds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bar chor mee from 401.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;slice of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-3086854998426643005?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3086854998426643005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3086854998426643005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/04/hungryyyy.html' title='HUNGRYYYY.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2249220645311000893</id><published>2009-04-07T17:20:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:16:33.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jiayouus :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haven't been in quite a good mood due to the constant diarrhoea. idk what went wrong with the food i had. something like what chinese physicians would call &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;火气很重&lt;/span&gt;, or heaty i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bad till i shoved unkind language down the throat of my loved one.&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry about that ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my junior's retaking her O's this year.&lt;br /&gt;hope it all goes well for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and hopefully you can get into the poly/tertiary institution that you're aiming for :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/forshirley01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;xoxo, ドーナツ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-2249220645311000893?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2249220645311000893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2249220645311000893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/04/jiayouus-d.html' title='jiayouus :D'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-1455477594119403669</id><published>2009-04-05T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T03:08:29.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACKKS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;apologies for the lack of entries if anyone were to be reading. had been pretty much busy this holiday, as well as thinking and designing a new blogskin for the month. hopefully this works on internet explorer, cause im viewing the new skin using mozilla firefox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;not that perfect though. still needing some touch ups here and there cause its a piece of rushed work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the bad and considerably abnormal weather lately has landed me dead beat in a bout of flu and fever. not again. half drenched in perspiration and in the rain. maybe i should sit there one day watching this acid rain corrode my skin. wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the thought of the purplish black rain that fell on japan a good forty four years ago reminds me of black sesame. somehow craving for it at this hour though ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i can't help stereotyping homosapiens at times. well enough i shouldn't, yet what im seeing just increases the many chances of categorizing human beings. not by their skin colour though. maybe, more through the way they carry themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;a long absence from mmorpg games, yet i don't harbour any thoughts of returning at the moment. its time i left the days of hiding behind the computer screen lifelessly and letting time pause, for that few moments only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;the air in the environment definitely smells more refreshing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-1455477594119403669?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1455477594119403669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1455477594119403669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/04/backks.html' title='BACKKS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5112293024482147780</id><published>2009-03-22T02:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:01:51.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GHASTLINESS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;back onto the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blogosphere &lt;/span&gt;after being busy for a good two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pokka carrier&lt;/span&gt; sure caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sponsorships, advertisements, promotions and campaigns,&lt;br /&gt;i saw something &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really different&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pokka carrier.&lt;br /&gt;[available at petrol kiosk stations]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;not strong enough as a promotion, yet enough to gain the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;attention of consumers&lt;/span&gt; i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh fuuck.&lt;br /&gt;this is the school vacation.&lt;br /&gt;i should seriously stop relating life events to what i've learnt.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my koalabear started relating the munching of a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chicken wing&lt;/span&gt; to old-school &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;physics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;br /&gt;yet many singaporeans enjoy their chicken wings with their fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;like, KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am biting into my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chicken pie&lt;/span&gt; after a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;long sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;biological clock&lt;/span&gt; which has turned my sleeping time &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;upside down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;racism-filled&lt;/span&gt; yet humorous colleague for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;i came across a number of gay and lessbian couples for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;failed to notice them if my colleague didnt point that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;eww-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;its not the homosexuality that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;disgusts me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;its the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; free-flow of blusher&lt;/span&gt; on your face that gives me the feeling that i saw a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ghost at midnight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;currently addicted to : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kindaichi Shounen no Jikenbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5112293024482147780?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5112293024482147780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5112293024482147780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/03/ghastliness.html' title='GHASTLINESS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-4794347370606988137</id><published>2009-03-01T02:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:52:21.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EPICPHAILURE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;laughing away&lt;/span&gt; at spencer's blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I went down to Dhoby Ghaut to have lunch at Fish and Co with teh year1 gang at the glass house yesterday, Trini brought her boyfriend who brought his stunning hair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stunning hair?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/glasshouse5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/glasshouse1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/glasshouse7.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/glasshouse4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/glasshouse3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/glasshouse11.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/glasshouse10.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/glasshouse12.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;engrossed&lt;/span&gt; mr paw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/glasshouse6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/glasshouse8.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/glasshouse9.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/glasshouse2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerald's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PHAILED ATTEMPT&lt;/span&gt; at acting cute.&lt;br /&gt;[wtf is he doing?]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-4794347370606988137?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4794347370606988137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4794347370606988137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/03/epicphailure.html' title='EPICPHAILURE.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2105134630151305434</id><published>2009-02-27T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:57:42.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLASSHOUSE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;badly craving for a serving of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seafood platter&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;although laogonggg and i just had fish &amp;amp; co with mich, mr paw, gerald and anthony this afternoon at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;glasshouse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nutty &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never gets enough&lt;/span&gt; of mushroom sauce.&lt;br /&gt;and fish with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lemon butter sauce&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*steals laogonggg's crayfish spaghetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;long time since we met up though.&lt;br /&gt;everyone had been busy with the endless projects in semester 2.2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one seemed to have changed though.&lt;br /&gt;still racism-filled and gossipy remarks here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;very typical&lt;/span&gt; of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;oh yes. did i mention that lady dressed like she was going for a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;suntanning session&lt;/span&gt; at sentosa when it was like, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;daylight in cathay&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. that's exactly what i meant.&lt;br /&gt;it looked more like a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;towel&lt;/span&gt; than a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;taiti-ed again.&lt;br /&gt;im reminded of those times when we would use the whole lunch break at design canteen to taiti or play bridge while we had our usual &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pork chop with mushroom sauce&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gerald : add pork!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yet this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its taiti at starbucks coffee, plaza singapura.&lt;br /&gt;chucked somewhere with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;caramel frappe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;finally got my caffeine fix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. luckily im not the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; asshole for the day (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-2105134630151305434?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2105134630151305434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2105134630151305434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/02/glasshouse.html' title='GLASSHOUSE.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2608719005963193735</id><published>2009-02-24T22:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:58:07.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GETALIFE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;before i forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a close friend who has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;always been there&lt;/span&gt; rain or shine,&lt;br /&gt;through all the &lt;u&gt;levelling process&lt;/u&gt; we have gone through &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;every now and then&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crazy moments&lt;/span&gt; when we &lt;u&gt;slacked at the free market&lt;/u&gt; after training,&lt;br /&gt;the slots u always kept for me when it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;free 2x exp&lt;/span&gt; even when i woke up &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;horriby late&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;or when you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spammed&lt;/span&gt; for me whenever i couldn't find a place to train at,&lt;br /&gt;every alternate hour that we spend thinking about what to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;splurge on for the next day&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the many hours spent&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; pooping&lt;/span&gt; with a sai [&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mdas&lt;/span&gt; weapon], &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;poop hat&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;poo stick&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and the times when you were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;always there&lt;/span&gt; whenever i &lt;u&gt;felt down&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;happy seventeenth birthday&lt;br /&gt;sai po zoe chen guan sai! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;may all your birthday wishes come true (:&lt;br /&gt;here's your &lt;u&gt;sai present&lt;/u&gt; [poops]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;koalabear and i paid a visit to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ikea&lt;/span&gt; outlet at alexandra yesterday, some&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; stone throw&lt;/span&gt; away from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;alexandra hospital&lt;/span&gt; i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;if only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1901&lt;/span&gt; hotdogs sold the same ones as ikea does ):&lt;br /&gt;as you know well enough, im lazy to boil water, not even to mention cooking swedish hotdogs.&lt;br /&gt;would you still want a lazy wifey? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;x33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yet, the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; sad fact&lt;/span&gt; remains that ikea's furniture do not promise as much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt; as their designs do. i don't mind the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dog-butt hooks and stuffies&lt;/span&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow addicted to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; items that are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;well stuffed with cotton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and that includes a bolster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above paragraph is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;practically irrelevant&lt;/span&gt; i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. time for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pet society!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lemuel chung bing xie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kindly get a life (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-2608719005963193735?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2608719005963193735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2608719005963193735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/02/getalife.html' title='GETALIFE.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5033376530454591656</id><published>2009-02-23T23:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:44:39.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PATHETIQUENESS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aisehmenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what her level is, yet please note out for this character in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;auditionSEA&lt;/span&gt; with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sioBazhang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green spikey ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;jap school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;get your facts right before you bombard my sweetie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're already &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;married in rl with a child&lt;/span&gt; still want make a fuss over a two year rs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;someone near your thirties&lt;/span&gt; somemore.&lt;br /&gt;i guess you must be twenty seven if i didnt get it wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pathetiqueness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wonder your intention&lt;/span&gt; over making a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; big fuss over my money&lt;/span&gt;. so what if im spending my dad's money everyday?&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; is it of any concern to you&lt;/span&gt; that i don't have to work for my own money and yet have the ability to splurge on 10k cash every single day and enjoy fine dining? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why give a damn about me and the way i splurge&lt;/span&gt;? im not using your money anyway, add onto the fact that you still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;asked me for money at your age&lt;/span&gt;. can't you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ask your hubby&lt;/span&gt; for them? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this is sick, totally off-topic&lt;/span&gt;. why dig into my spending methods when its an issue that has expired two years ago? considering that we are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;both adults&lt;/span&gt;, i seriously hope you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;have some maturity for your age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;no wonder you didn't even manage past your N levels [for NT] after when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;come crying to me when you were once my old buddy?&lt;br /&gt;or should i say you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;failed to treasure him&lt;/span&gt; and therefore regrets it now that your husband &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;abuses you&lt;/span&gt; every now and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as mentioned, it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;does not fall on my responsibility&lt;/span&gt; of which his feelings change towards you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;especially when you consider the fact that you are already &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept my doubts all along.&lt;br /&gt;you take my IQ of 152 for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;twenty-seven yet lacking brains to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;some more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;once my jie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;don't make me puke over your grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my laogonggg is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not your toy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;whoever's reading, go take a look at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kelly's post on satay&lt;/span&gt;, which moves onto the issue of mister &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lardvepta&lt;/span&gt;. or lordvepta to be exact. fyi, its someone in msea bootes, the guildmaster of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DeftInvade&lt;/span&gt; who has been noted to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sorta sadistic in some way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i pity the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sad plight of innocent girls who fall at his hands&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;here goes the first paragraph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;read on from her blog (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I eat satay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There.I said it.I know you'll hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lard&lt;/span&gt; is used to make satay.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lard&lt;/span&gt; is the key ingredient for the production of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;epic phailures&lt;/span&gt; such as LardVepta.However if people ate too much satay,there will be an massive decline in the ingredient,prices of lard will rise and there will also be a decrease in the production of epic phailures.And so there will be less people to make fun of.I know you like to make fun of people so there.Hate me if you want to.But I love my satay.I seriously can't live without satay.I'd rather die then become a vegetarian.(Sorry to those who are offended at this post but I can't live without meat.Actually I don't really like eating pork but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sadly lard is a key ingredient to making satay&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;RECOMMENDED : PERFECT CUT (go buy it now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whoever that tagged anonymously&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;what has my post against another &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;homosapien&lt;/span&gt; has to do with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;are you obssessed&lt;/span&gt; with my blog?&lt;br /&gt;i take pride in knowing that you take my words with such &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;high regard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thanks for bringing more traffic here (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adore me or abhor me,&lt;br /&gt;its still an obssession. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dont tell me you know how to study but dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;actions are stronger than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;show me what you have rather than &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spouting like a senseless kid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling me you know how to study yet unable to produce a cert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me you are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mature and independent&lt;/span&gt; enough when you fail to even possess a good cert.&lt;br /&gt;what's the meaning of being independent?&lt;br /&gt;being able to earn 1k per month yet cant even afford an apartment?&lt;br /&gt;what's the use of eating when you lack a shelter over your head?&lt;br /&gt;stay at your parents' place?&lt;br /&gt;or waiting for someone to marry you and leech him off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice plan in leeching of your husband. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i pity him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commenting that i look ugly makes you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and comment if it makes you feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;what's the use of being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chio&lt;/span&gt; or to call yourself &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;earn a living out of your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;looks&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me if you can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if you are unable to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for your parents' sake, grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has my hair got to do with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; anyway?&lt;br /&gt;im fine with my hair being spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;i can afford to go for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;treatment&lt;/span&gt; whenever i want to.&lt;br /&gt;worry about&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; yours&lt;/span&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;afterall, its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; hair as mentioned&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy fetching me more traffic (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5033376530454591656?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5033376530454591656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5033376530454591656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/02/pathetiqueness.html' title='PATHETIQUENESS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-8487459526595233637</id><published>2009-02-22T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:42:33.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUNCHYLOVESSARCASM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;before you sweeties read onto another &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sarcasm-filled post&lt;/span&gt;, enjoy these &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;comfort food&lt;/span&gt; as you read, especially if you're addicted to this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mmorpg&lt;/span&gt; game called maplestory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;warning : causes sore throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/DSC06268.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;found them at the supermarket on the way home as i was shopping for my very-addictive &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;meiji coffee milk.&lt;/span&gt; i swear its a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;must try.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i wonder&lt;/span&gt; what would you really &lt;u&gt;deem&lt;/u&gt; as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fate or coincidence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly would not classify such incidents that i've came by as fate, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unless&lt;/span&gt; in the case of vivian and zoe [xiaoting] dearest, whom both have, coincidentally had similiar ways of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;living and personal characteristics&lt;/span&gt; that are alike to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the word &lt;u&gt;twinnie&lt;/u&gt; was thrown in due to the fact that we had very very similar characteristics &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;from the start&lt;/span&gt;, not just features alone. i place a lot of emphasis on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;individuality&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or to put it simply, having&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; originality&lt;/span&gt;, which includes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;having your own ideas&lt;/span&gt;, not just in the virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love &lt;u&gt;vivian and zoe chen guan sai&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;however, my dear sweeties, i have came across something which i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;could not deem as coincidence&lt;/span&gt;. i believe that by reading on, it would too come across as an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; irksome issue to your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;standby with eyedrops (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sleepy picture&lt;/span&gt; for no reason&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/pinklolly.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/DSC06320.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; need &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to follow my cs set and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;claim&lt;/span&gt; others told you to purchase it.&lt;br /&gt;i dont need &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; lift and paraphrase&lt;/span&gt; my blog posts and layouts.&lt;br /&gt;i dont need &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to make a big fuss over my bf who has &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dumped you two years ago&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont need&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; to cut &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;exactly the same hairstyle as me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i dont need a replica. especially when it looks so &lt;u&gt;artificial&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dont need &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;ruin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my image. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a &lt;u&gt;closer look&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at my pics would tell &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what's so different&lt;/span&gt; from my &lt;u&gt;bangs&lt;/u&gt; as compared to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i forgot to tell you that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you can't replicate your IQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially for someone who's on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;borderline&lt;/span&gt; of falling into the normal stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;your failure&lt;/span&gt; to keep &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;his love&lt;/span&gt; two years ago &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;does not fall on my responsibility&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;neither on his. pile onto the fact that it has already been two years since it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;suddenly reminded of beethoven's song - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;pathetique&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;no spelling errors in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/pinkglitterheart.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;vivian and zoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i've yet to reach the end of my teether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;if sarcasm be the food of love, play on!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-8487459526595233637?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8487459526595233637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8487459526595233637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/02/munchylovessarcasm.html' title='MUNCHYLOVESSARCASM.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-938484877461283883</id><published>2009-02-20T23:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:19:55.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILOVEYOUUU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;twentieth of february.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ deh sweetest one on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;iloveyouuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/20090220.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilovemylaogonggg ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;changi airport and bugis junction for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;luckily the keychain ring was still in stock. phew.&lt;br /&gt;im such a blur squid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;bought that pair of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;black rings&lt;/span&gt; keychains though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;creamy mushroom pasta&lt;/span&gt; is worth your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[not referring to the quantity though.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;christmas 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[after we met up with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aki.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/20081220.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nutty loves her scanner! (X&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i bet you being thrown into the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;normal stream&lt;/span&gt; is derived from your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;low IQ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you're just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;making a fool of yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;think before you talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dont make me deem that you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lack brains&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;don't judge even before you have an IQ of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;152 or 180&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we would &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gladly entertain&lt;/span&gt; your thoughts which lack depth .&lt;br /&gt;needless to mention that your age would &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not necessarily&lt;/span&gt; represent your maturity.&lt;br /&gt;however, i would say you lack them.&lt;br /&gt;you want a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;good example of maturity&lt;/span&gt; for your age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;take a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;look at ashleynicole,&lt;/span&gt; or otherwise known as kelly.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;intelligence-deficit&lt;/span&gt; brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i enjoy criticising your ghastly and superficial personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[quoted by kelly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my sarcasm has yet to reach its end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-938484877461283883?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/938484877461283883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/938484877461283883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/02/iloveyouuu.html' title='ILOVEYOUUU.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5919702186234469848</id><published>2009-02-20T03:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:30:44.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLINLEENEEDSALIFE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i seem to be loving my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="chinese blog" href="http://rhythmofl0ve.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;chinese blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; more than my english blog. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no idea&lt;/span&gt; why. maybe because i had &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nothing better to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;and changed the banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; here when i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just woke up&lt;/span&gt; on thursday morning &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;unkempt hair.&lt;br /&gt;messy blanket.&lt;br /&gt;blur face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;fats at 37.9 kg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/nuttilicous.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh. did i mention that i found &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yangjun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;colin&lt;/span&gt; at msea bootes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;long lost &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;schoolmates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;very late grats colin lee [vgoper] on level 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P.S. he badly needs a life &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(X&lt;/span&gt; help him [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love my koalabear ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twentieth february oh nine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5919702186234469848?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5919702186234469848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5919702186234469848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/02/colinleeneedsalife.html' title='COLINLEENEEDSALIFE.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-3637343803963490387</id><published>2009-02-19T02:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T03:02:01.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATSWITHRUNNYNOSE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bedtime post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;down with the fever, unpredicted vomitting, as well as bad flu.&lt;br /&gt;guess its the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;picnic ham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i wonder why flu is termed as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;runny nose&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;when its like, your nose &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;doesnt even run&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;busy &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pet society-ing&lt;/span&gt; and editing htmls' lately,&lt;br /&gt;and like sinnoob papa's nuer, im another&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; nocturnal sotowl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sotong + owl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my nails &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the other day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/DSC05837.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;number of collated pics&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nutty &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;abhors &lt;/span&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;warm weather!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/nutnut.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;watch this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBKQqQj67tc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBKQqQj67tc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goodnight&lt;/span&gt; my dear folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-3637343803963490387?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3637343803963490387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3637343803963490387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/02/whatswithrunnynose.html' title='WHATSWITHRUNNYNOSE.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-9175996836100581631</id><published>2009-02-15T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:05:07.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>нαρρуναℓєηтιηєѕ∂αу.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this wouldn't come across as a surprise, i suppose. since i've mentioned it a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i revived my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;six year old&lt;/span&gt; chinese blog.&lt;br /&gt;pfft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="chinese blog" href="http://rhythmofl0ve.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;here it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;something random&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/helpxD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ramble&lt;/span&gt; on,&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/valday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everyone ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deh &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fourteenth of february twenty oh nine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[apologises for the lack of pictures]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;parco bugis junction. bali lane. haji lane. botak jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know haji lane was known for a number of illegal activities though.&lt;br /&gt;bali lane is where alice's 88th is located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaah. im still craving for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;black pepper chicken&lt;/span&gt; at this hour!&lt;br /&gt;although it was quite a long queue there ]: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its tasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;its yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its tasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;its yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its tasty, its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;im not bluffing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[in attempt to make a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;replica&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;valentines day mmv&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;podcast.sg&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ιℓσνєуσυ.αιѕнιтєяυ.αкυ¢ιηтαкαυ.&lt;br /&gt;тσ∂αу.тσмσяяσω.αη∂ ƒσяєνєя.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont eat the ferrero rochers till u get sore throat! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;kath said she liked this random pic o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/ringednut.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i prefer &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/x33.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy valentines day&lt;/span&gt; again to all ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-9175996836100581631?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/9175996836100581631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/9175996836100581631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='нαρρуναℓєηтιηєѕ∂αу.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-3870794306931201598</id><published>2009-02-09T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:56:21.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYENOLIFERS(X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a post to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; kill time&lt;/span&gt; while waiting for our turn for the a&amp;amp;p project grades.&lt;br /&gt;in other words, this post is going to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;uber irrelevant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've no plain water to take my medicine! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*oh fuuck*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add onto the fact of having only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one hour of good sleep&lt;/span&gt; after perspiring in aircon temperature of 16 degrees celsius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and the unluckiness of a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bad hair day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whiney post&lt;/span&gt; to start the day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;after &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fiddling&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bannedstory&lt;/span&gt; for a while last night, i still doubt the need to return to the virtual world of maplestory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;slim chances though&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="XOXO.jpg" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/XOXO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not as if i have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nothing better to do ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the game &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no longer seems fascinating&lt;/span&gt;. or maybe it is the sad fact that it's destroyed by a large number of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;childish and insensible kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i mean kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hop onto the issue of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;guailan-ING&lt;/span&gt;. can't guailan in real life so you guailan others in game? however, this brings me to a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sad fact&lt;/span&gt; that we have been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seeing and experiencing&lt;/span&gt; since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the idea of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;materialism and deceit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;what we live in. what we gradually become. what we see in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everyday life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's a bunch of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lies, deceit, hong-ing&lt;/span&gt; and such going to get you huh? happy continuing to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;corrupt the young minds&lt;/span&gt; of even nine year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yes, i mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want the future young kids or young adults to grow up in a &lt;s&gt;world of lies&lt;/s&gt; huh? what does that goes to show? the planting of trees that come with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rotten apples&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im mean. im direct. im sarcastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet just stating the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; sad truth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bye no lifers (X&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-3870794306931201598?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3870794306931201598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3870794306931201598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/02/byenolifersx.html' title='BYENOLIFERS(X'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5977146770815863215</id><published>2009-02-08T02:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:36:50.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKYOUS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;am pretty much done with the revision for&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;monday's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; advertising &amp;amp; promotion paper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;shall leave the report-reading to sunday else my mind's going to breakdown sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥ laogonggg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥ kelly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;♥ kath&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;♥ aki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;♥ tea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;♥ zoe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ ahjon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;♥ whoever smsed/called/sent gifts and well wishes while i was in hospital [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not resisting the &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;temptation&lt;/span&gt; to fiddle&lt;/span&gt; around my msn codes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[afterall they are more interesting than my tablets]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and arrived at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/msnprofile1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big thankyou&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aki&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unLOVEz&lt;/span&gt; [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as quoted by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;anthony&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1 last paper and 1 more role play to freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;just for laughs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/mydashboard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hang in there&lt;/span&gt; everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;we're going to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;year 3&lt;/span&gt; in a week [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5977146770815863215?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5977146770815863215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5977146770815863215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/02/thankyous.html' title='THANKYOUS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-7906406515305618061</id><published>2009-02-07T02:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T03:17:53.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURGICALWARD.</title><content type='html'>back from the ward.&lt;br /&gt;the operation theatre.&lt;br /&gt;of disinfected surgical knives and equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antiseptic that blinds you out.&lt;br /&gt;the future seems bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;prolonged&lt;/span&gt; through a heart valve surgery.&lt;br /&gt;yet, not for long i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well enough.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i have heard, it was the electric currents that brought me back from a failed operation.&lt;br /&gt;as a living, breathing human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same way i survived in year 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;how long will this weak heart last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;half of it is no longer mine i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;on the verge of throwing in the towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what lies in this &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;empty-shelled body&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;of useless organs that never operated well since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now.&lt;br /&gt;living mechanically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;however&lt;/strong&gt; thanks to all who cared, who prayed, who sent gifts and called up. i'm trying my best to move around again, although i know well i will never be a normal, living and breathing human being like those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥for you who were always there rain or shine&lt;br /&gt;♥for the love you showered&lt;br /&gt;♥for the way you loved me for who i am&lt;br /&gt;♥for all that you did for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;iloveyou ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a case of a weird yet thoughtful gift.&lt;br /&gt;from tea - a set of cute medical stickers LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall have the pictures up the next time.&lt;br /&gt;and its time for me to doze off to lalaland now thanks to the effects of the medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;goodnight ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-7906406515305618061?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7906406515305618061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7906406515305618061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/02/surgicalward.html' title='SURGICALWARD.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-8794703344931903812</id><published>2009-01-30T02:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T04:01:55.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUUCKTARD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tired and cranky&lt;/span&gt; me blogging here before i doze off to lalaland after editing horrible language that saw me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;squeezing and grinding&lt;/span&gt; all my brain juices out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;stop &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;emphasising&lt;/span&gt; on how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hardworking &lt;/span&gt;you are.&lt;br /&gt;you took an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;extra year&lt;/span&gt; to get the same certificate as me.&lt;br /&gt;yet that certificate doesnt even reflect half as well.&lt;br /&gt;you attend all lectures and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;yet you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fare below the mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;your brain cells are producing way too slow and are working only half as productively as mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've trying to keep my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;criticisms &lt;/span&gt;to myself.&lt;br /&gt;reading your horrifying language leave us dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*craves for pork curry all of a sudden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;get an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IQ test&lt;/span&gt; conducted on your head before you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;condemn&lt;/span&gt; a thing.&lt;br /&gt;more than 152 then criticise la. use ur &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;muthafarking brains&lt;/span&gt; to get things done pls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hmm. i came across a handful of kids who couldn't design &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blogskins &lt;/span&gt;yet claimed it as their own design after uploading it onto their site. woots. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;downright stupidity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-8794703344931903812?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8794703344931903812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8794703344931903812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuucktard.html' title='FUUCKTARD.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-1152134753967271217</id><published>2009-01-29T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:19:55.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMINISCING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;as far as i've blogged for a good five years if you have been reading since my first post, i realised that i've injected &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;excessive amounts of sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; into every post that came along. or at least, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;95%&lt;/span&gt; of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't blame it. im a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;literature&lt;/span&gt; student.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i think i mentioned sarcasm some hundreds of posts before. hmm, maybe i should start digging up my sec 2-3 posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which were like, so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuucking superficial&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sec three&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/2006_1122Image0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/2006_1122Image0034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006' birthday party at hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/2007_0425TWENTYOHSEVEN0049.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trip to chengdu every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/2006_1208Image0120.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;before the first poly term started. with elaine at cityhall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/2007_0326Image0081.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no idea&lt;/span&gt; what she drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/2007_0326Image0083.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;esther mugging&lt;/span&gt; for the first term o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/2007_0522WITHLOVE0094.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first close friend in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;year one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/DSC04544.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway through year one after &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;econs lecture&lt;/span&gt; with erina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/DSC04884.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;after presentation&lt;/span&gt; o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/DSC00261-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/DSC00260-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my best friend in game o.O&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; zoe92&lt;/span&gt;. 70 over levels of being twins. a friendship &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not built on money&lt;/span&gt;. although we spend a whole lot of money on cash items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/emodayscopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tea&lt;/span&gt; at malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/MEUKx3073.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/w0oo.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-1152134753967271217?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1152134753967271217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1152134753967271217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/01/reminiscing.html' title='REMINISCING.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2277358839404054616</id><published>2009-01-26T03:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:25:11.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>单身潜逃</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;我没有你想像中那么坚强&lt;br /&gt;我只是擅长用微笑去伪装 不是吗&lt;br /&gt;我没有你形容的那么勇敢&lt;br /&gt;我偶尔也会慌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也和你一样曾经年少轻狂受了一点伤&lt;br /&gt;我们都是一样相信永远不远但坚持却有点难&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;就让记忆中的爱慢慢烧&lt;br /&gt;烧痛了我们就逃&lt;br /&gt;带着现实的拷折叠我剩余的微笑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;通往没有你的轨道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;就让记忆中的你慢慢老&lt;br /&gt;老去了谁也得不到&lt;br /&gt;带着我的祈祷折叠我累积的问号&lt;br /&gt;开始一次的单身潜逃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;a ripped heart. 是我变了吗？&lt;/span&gt;&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/14509148-2277358839404054616?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2277358839404054616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2277358839404054616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='单身潜逃'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-3270612042587885198</id><published>2009-01-25T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:51:19.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW GREAT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;wow. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;how great can things get&lt;/span&gt;. im sitting infront of the tv armed with my laptop and a cup of lipton tea when &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reunion dinner&lt;/span&gt; is supposed to get underway. we're all stuck at home, not exactly all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;should i seem &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;? even &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tea&lt;/span&gt; saw this coming and yet is indifferent about it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;numbed in some way, matter-of-factly in another&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't see the need to comment much and neither do i feel anything special about steamboat dining since years ago.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its just a house that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seems as if&lt;/span&gt; it keeps everyone together. how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;havaianas make &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;good bedtime slippers&lt;/span&gt;. im not mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-3270612042587885198?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3270612042587885198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/3270612042587885198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-great.html' title='HOW GREAT.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-8331845090652239707</id><published>2009-01-24T16:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:49:36.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUUCKER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;aye. am here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny's near the corner, with the piling projects coming to an end soon. phew. i need sleep badly. i think i look like a replica of a panda now, not horizontally though. didn't shop much for cny preparation due to the lack of time. dusted my desk after a good sleep, and sat there stealing snacks from the dining table as tea sliced the ba-gua (also known as bbq pork). the bbq pork, butter cookies, sambal belacan and titbits in the container didnt seem to increase just because i was busy munching away. oh wells. im munchydonuts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;what do you expect? i munch on food. lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments drove me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nuts&lt;/span&gt; over the week. i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;marvel at free loaders&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hello fuucker&lt;/span&gt;. nice reasons you've given to our groupmates, such that they have all been blindly fooled by your excuses. i wonder how food poisoning can last a good three weeks. and still attend work while you're sick. even if you dont want your grades, we want ours. having tournaments while we are rushing project deadlines? stop being a fuucking free loader. you claim you did the advertisement? im marvelling at how you can make such empty claims when maplestory isn't even installed in your com, when you don't even have the 'munchydonuts' account. and last minute heart problems. for goodness sake, if you have a weak heart then dont play b-ball. dont make us clear up after you shiit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i hate project work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;look what sai jie &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;magicchaos01&lt;/span&gt; aka xiaoying did - kouping sai po &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;zoe&lt;/span&gt;'s picture as his/her dp. i wonder what's sai jie's&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; real gender&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/jiekopezoederpicasdp.jpg" width="990" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hmm. i wonder what went wrong at times. you love to stone. i guess that's your hobby. did you change, or did i fail to comprehend or notice something? is it another side of you that i've recently gotten to befriend? or to say, you saw another me? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i wonder&lt;/span&gt;. the only constant in life is change, either i embrace it or succumb under it. im guilty of turning into a couch potato, doing nothing else except constantly eating n eating and eating and typing away on my keyboard. i dont mean to binge. i turn hungry easily, or start finding food to eat when i've nothing to do. im craving for barchormee at 401.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that paragraph above is&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; irrelevant&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adopted from sattva's blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你爱我吗? 我可以这样问你吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你爱我吗? 你给我的温柔是寂寞吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你爱我吗? 你心里还有遗憾吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是真的爱我吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-8331845090652239707?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8331845090652239707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8331845090652239707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuucker.html' title='FUUCKER.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-6535413701307683631</id><published>2009-01-18T04:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T04:47:52.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEDTIMEPOST.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a post before &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bedtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. tired after getting done with the projects and designing the &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;advertisement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; due for monday's presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;things not done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cue cards for slides.&lt;br /&gt;crm cue cards.&lt;br /&gt;poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;something out of &lt;s&gt;boredom&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/nutheartsyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks more like a &lt;s&gt;piece of grass&lt;/s&gt; than anything.&lt;br /&gt;raah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-6535413701307683631?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6535413701307683631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6535413701307683631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/01/bedtimepost.html' title='BEDTIMEPOST.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5109780112849758190</id><published>2009-01-12T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:16:33.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAGGOTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i would kindly appreciate it if you &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shut your trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;, whatever reason it is for. if you need &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;attention or money&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt;. dont use such &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unscrupulous methods&lt;/span&gt; to get a mere &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 dollars&lt;/span&gt; from your son. ure forcing me to call you &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cheapskate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. or maybe, a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;faggot&lt;/span&gt; would sound better. and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;who wants&lt;/span&gt; to use ur &lt;s&gt;filthy mug&lt;/s&gt;? it isnt even worth 8 bucks! you need me to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stuff money&lt;/span&gt; in your mouth? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shove them&lt;/span&gt; down your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;throat&lt;/span&gt;? or throw them onto the floor for you to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crawl &lt;/span&gt;towards them? furthermore &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i ain't even your child&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;s&gt;what right have you got&lt;/s&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ramble uber-nonsensical rubbish&lt;/span&gt; infront of your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nephew&lt;/span&gt;? for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goodness sake&lt;/span&gt;, i've never touched your very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;'precious'&lt;/s&gt; (puiii!)&lt;/span&gt; mug before. now i know what a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;fake front&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you've been putting infront of everyone all along. barf. i wonder how &lt;s&gt;mature&lt;/s&gt; your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt; are. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;forty plus year old behaving like four&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5109780112849758190?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5109780112849758190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5109780112849758190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/01/faggots.html' title='FAGGOTS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5390971431579297508</id><published>2009-01-09T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:47:31.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIGGIENUT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;my eye infection didnt &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;get any better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. worst illness at the worst point of time - project &lt;s&gt;deadlines&lt;/s&gt; in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one to two weeks&lt;/span&gt;. raah. guess it was my long fringe that led to the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; infection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so for the second or third time since 2004, i tried &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; again. grr. looks like a pig T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/br0kenhart.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/originalNUT.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5390971431579297508?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5390971431579297508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5390971431579297508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/01/piggienut.html' title='PIGGIENUT.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-4133293478624447703</id><published>2009-01-08T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T03:14:09.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ailinghealth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;piling projects, tremendous lack of sleep and ailing health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;road ahead&lt;/span&gt; doesn't seem clear enough for me to step on. i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;don't see light&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;neither do i understand why i was born with such &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ill health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. it practically &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stopped me in my tracks&lt;/span&gt; for everything. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no sports.&lt;/span&gt; no going out under the sun for long. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;not even jogging&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; not even running past two shops. if these walls were to be painted &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;, i would be living my life completely on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;endless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;test tubes and glucose pipes&lt;/s&gt;, propped by a pillow leaning against the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bed in the ward&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shut my eyes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;s&gt;drift off&lt;/s&gt; to lalaland or even &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blackout&lt;/span&gt;, i wondered when would i open them again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i couldnt even &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;breathe&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;when i reached class today. why is my health that bad? i cant even carry a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mug filled with water&lt;/span&gt; using my &lt;s&gt;left hand&lt;/s&gt;. its like practically &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;semi-handicapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a heart that doesnt pump &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fast enough&lt;/span&gt; for you to breathe. weak lungs that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cant even survive&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;s&gt;sprint&lt;/s&gt;. an arm that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cant even lift a mug&lt;/span&gt;. a nose that constantly relies on &lt;s&gt;loads&lt;/s&gt; of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tissue paper&lt;/span&gt;. i wonder when i would &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;give up&lt;/span&gt; everything. and now &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;back ache&lt;/span&gt; piles onto this &lt;s&gt;weak health&lt;/s&gt; of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;maybe the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;next part of life&lt;/span&gt; would see me &lt;s&gt;sitting in a wheelchair&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not far&lt;/span&gt; from the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;projects do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;. especially when your health gets &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;worse than it is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. deadlines are &lt;s&gt;a week&lt;/s&gt; away. yet i have to sit infront of the laptop &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;typing furiously&lt;/span&gt; away even when im running a &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; and having &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sore eyes&lt;/span&gt;. raah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;had my &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;koala bear's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; company when i went down to school for these few days. and he was busy styling the &lt;s&gt;plush toy&lt;/s&gt; lion's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mane&lt;/span&gt; and fixing his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;psp&lt;/span&gt; away while we had my project discussion and lunch. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ms sue&lt;/span&gt; came by and commented about his &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nice hair&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nice long mane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; *looks like the plush toy lion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;B&gt;free hugs (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-4133293478624447703?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4133293478624447703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4133293478624447703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/01/ailinghealth.html' title='ailinghealth.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-1825151715722065558</id><published>2009-01-06T04:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:43:39.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IKEAAA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;bus rides. cheddar cheese potato chips. queensway. ikea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;giggled and giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never felt like this in a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; long time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;what does it &lt;s&gt;hold&lt;/s&gt; in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;human desires can &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;be &lt;s&gt;fulfilled&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;of bar-top kitchens, round beds and a mini refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;art of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/notturningback.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;emo rabbit&lt;/span&gt; says &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; to all late sleepers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/emoRABBITx3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-1825151715722065558?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1825151715722065558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1825151715722065558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/01/ikeaaa.html' title='IKEAAA.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-8462128127198619043</id><published>2009-01-05T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:41:39.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSUFFICENT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;why did the pages no longer turned on the same day and the same person? was it time that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eroded&lt;/span&gt; everything? i cling onto &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;. too much that they hurt. i tend to put the blame on myself. or at least i guess its my fault anyway. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;raaah&lt;/span&gt;. i shouldn't have said those words. when i realised that you dragged my hand instead of holding it. it just crossed my mind. it became so hurtful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;what went wrong?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;was the concern that i gave insufficient? or that i left you with no space to breathe?&lt;/s&gt; everything seems normal on the surface now. yet im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;suffering inside&lt;/span&gt;. love dug the hearts inside out. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why did i quarrel&lt;/span&gt; with you in the face on the tenth month of marriage? i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; had the courage to do so. i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; stood up to you cos i felt that i should &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;respect you&lt;/span&gt;. yet &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why did things turn out like that?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;i dont know. and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i dont want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*pause of emoness and end of ranting*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;three weeks away from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;. shopped a bit after a meal of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chicken murtubak&lt;/span&gt;. thank me for not asking for &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; (: didnt managed to finish it anyway. afterwhich i came across a nice top going at &lt;s&gt;69bucks&lt;/s&gt;. but after i bought it i felt that it looked like any &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt; long sleeved top. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pfft.&lt;/span&gt; and before i end this off,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;grats &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;magicchaos01 ahgua saijie&lt;/span&gt; on getting white tiger staff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pm her for free ht necklace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-8462128127198619043?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8462128127198619043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8462128127198619043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/01/insufficent.html' title='INSUFFICENT.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2824529249196295722</id><published>2009-01-04T03:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:40:00.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VAINPOTGRIGORI.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;a post before &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bedtime&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seina&lt;/span&gt; the previous day at compass to give away a number 0f my prepaid card collection. oh my. i've spent like five thousands sgd over on an online game that is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;supposed to be free.&lt;/span&gt; ar wells. as people say, women &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ai sui&lt;/span&gt; ma. aka vain LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*left speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seina commented that this msn dp looks emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i beg to differ&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/DSC04709.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;w0nder h0w my hair turned out black. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ewws.&lt;/span&gt; when its supposed to be like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/DSC04769.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seriously &lt;s&gt;no idea&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mean black hair isnt good. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;its healthy&lt;/span&gt;. my current black-brown is due to the harmful sunlight. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt; koala bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/vainpot.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rawr. vainpot azazel grigori. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;donate me your long hair&lt;/s&gt; ]:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;heartBABY :B&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&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/14509148-2824529249196295722?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2824529249196295722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2824529249196295722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/01/vainpotgrigori.html' title='VAINPOTGRIGORI.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5059607504563386690</id><published>2009-01-01T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:17:46.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPYNEWYEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy new year&lt;/span&gt; to whoever is reading this :D and welcome 2009 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nutty's wishes for this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;'better health&lt;br /&gt;'nice grades&lt;br /&gt;'baby to be happy&lt;br /&gt;'happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gaigai-ed with aki on his trip to sg during xmas at bugis. i hereby declare AKI aka &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;unLOVEz&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAT :D&lt;/span&gt; hope ue enjoyed your trip here although we dont make a good tour guide or host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies for the lack of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;im half awake.&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5059607504563386690?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5059607504563386690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5059607504563386690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2009/01/happynewyear.html' title='HAPPYNEWYEAR'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5510012715022655189</id><published>2008-12-19T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:37:17.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISTLETOES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and here you go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hereby presenting mister DODONUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/mistletoe2-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new ring introduced by asiasoft  -  mistletoe ring, and bought straightaway,&lt;br /&gt;sitting at chnl 20 free market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/mistletoe.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5510012715022655189?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5510012715022655189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5510012715022655189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/12/mistletoes.html' title='MISTLETOES.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-420240948633663534</id><published>2008-12-14T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:52:18.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xHiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;back after a short trip to malacca as well as having done away with the mid semester papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was late for every paper yet left early. although it wasnt much of any brain raking tests, its the insecurity that binds me at times, which comes a few weeks after the papers end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, everything seems to be going smoothly at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;past moments in year one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="600" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/timesINyearONE.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did it all go to?&lt;br /&gt;the diploma selection for year 2 threw everyone into different classes. but even if it didnt, would all these still have remained?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;days at malacca&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/MEUKx3031.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/MEUKx3030.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/MEUKx3069.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room service at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/MEUKx3037.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where it was once a dutch colony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/MEUKx3021.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby pillow dao wo ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/MEUKx3074.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/MEUKx3093.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored eeyore ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/DSC04444.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/MEUKx3096.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/megasaipo105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;mega sai po zoe der priest 1O5 [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nites folks! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;33 baby zhuzhu pillow [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-420240948633663534?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/420240948633663534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/420240948633663534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/12/xhiatus.html' title='xHiatus.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5428675251680893431</id><published>2008-12-03T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:05:05.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thBESTPARTOFMYLIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;long fieldwork day out, while dearest called after my lunch and we arranged the schedules for our holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fieldwork was conducted at none-other than the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BLANTANTLYRUDE,UBERYDISHONEST&lt;/span&gt; food republic which serves &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;COLD DIM SUM&lt;/span&gt; and reeks of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;FOODCOURTSMELL&lt;/span&gt;. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fk la. but at least joy, wanyi and i had lunch at coffeeclub at taka although MY MISO SOFT SHELL CRAB PASTA sucked to the core - the noodles were like, far worst than instant mee and only the crab tasted good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but good thing - the muddy mudpie tasted as good as always. heavenly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich the three of us visited this effing outlet of Food Republic which brands itself as a &lt;em&gt;Food Atrium aka adding a touch of class to the normal Food Court&lt;/em&gt; at Wisma Atria. However, besides the entrance which looks pretty good and the stall-tender of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;'Rainbow Lapis'&lt;/span&gt;, everything else was just average. It did not come across as a Food Atrium or mini restaurant to me but just a food court with exceptionally bad service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which includes rude staff and dishonest stallholders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there came this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;VERYHIGH-OH-MIGHTYMANAGER&lt;/span&gt; who stopped us from taking pics of FR for our fieldwork which is like wtf? FR assigned us to think of recommendations to improve their outlets and here there is one EFFING manager ranting away like no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first recommendation : &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;GIVE HIM THE SACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left with no choice, we sat down at some bench and since there was no way we could take pictures, we had to turn to our last resort which was sketching ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;last stop - FR outlet at suntec city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was good except..&lt;br /&gt;there were more books than food.&lt;br /&gt;the dimsum was COLD.&lt;br /&gt;the cleaners were slacking away as if it was a holiday for them.&lt;br /&gt;rawr. COLD PRAWN DUMPLINGS!&lt;br /&gt;effing bad.&lt;br /&gt;the worst dim sum i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from FORTUNATE RESTAURANT SOMEMORE ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended the long fieldwork at around 730pm. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;zhuzhu ure the best part of my life :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5428675251680893431?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5428675251680893431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5428675251680893431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/12/thbestpartofmylife.html' title='thBESTPARTOFMYLIFE'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-1888602021422513818</id><published>2008-11-29T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:56:11.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARTSallOVERderWORLDtonite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nine months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stared hard at the calendar in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;married for nine months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time really flies when one is busy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274802103011029394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/STPckMp0sZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/HYx12Q89mX4/s320/thMEMORIES1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was lav and helen's wedding that day and i was in some bad mood that day after someone left me sitting at free market room 7 and went to get his &lt;em&gt;zak helm&lt;/em&gt; ): so i sat there and emo-ed and emo-ed and emo-ed and someone came back with his helm and i said grats but deep inside i was upset *definitely, uh?* and we attended lav's wedding after which i was left sitting at fm and emo-ed with jinghui and chik and the love megas for valentines day spammed and spammed across msea-bootes and filled the chatbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chik&lt;/span&gt; *to whichever gf he dated at that time*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i want you to drink my blood, and feel the love inside~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and afterwhich someone came online again at a good 9pm and realised that i was in a bad mood cause he left me sitting there and went for his "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;VALY IMPORTANT ZAK HELM&lt;/span&gt;" and chik, papa and jiejie scolded him for what he did. hurtful ): and so that someone apologised, saying that he didnt know it mattered so much. and we went to sit at amoria where he told me not to go offline - "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i go do quest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" and i tracked and tracked..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and tracked him hunting stuff *till now i dont know what exactly he was told to hunt* at ant tunnel and he didnt allow me to leave amoria so i sat there and stoned. and stoned. and stoned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;suddenly this popped up in party-chatbox:&lt;br /&gt;"dear u like moonstone or goldheart?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never expected that ):&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would spend the whole day emo-ing and sitting and staring at the wall ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after much consideration i chose moonstone which gives a +5 to your current walking speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"will you cook for me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(me: i dont know how to cook unless u mean instant noodles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wash my clothes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(me: use washing machine :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(me: i always do o.O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love me smelly;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(me: i love you just the way you are xP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me love you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(*shocked*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-wedding village, amoria, 14th february 2008-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274802864437161026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/STPdQhL9bEI/AAAAAAAAAQE/iQyfTuatEEQ/s320/thRING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;honestly, sweet zhuzhu, i was laughing when i saw u type that in the party-chatbox while i was getting my supper. heh (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274802508705784034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/STPc7z-_YOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/SP3TnoPPltM/s320/thLOVEweshared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i was pretty much emo-suicidal prone whenever problems started knocking up the door. i would either lock myself up and not talk to anyone and start fiddling with a blade and end up ugly red lines and droplets would start forming around my left wrist yet due to my anemia aka severely low blood pressure, i always ended up failing to die from any attempt of trying to end a word called life. i didnt want to solve. or it seemed impossible to be solved. i would sit in a corner wondering hard at why things turned out that way. or why you behaved in some way that i was unable to comprehend. or why when things looked perfect at first, it turned out to be nothing more than wrist slitting and emotional struggles, especially during the 'time of the month' that you ended up noticing and would give in nevertheless. of the many times i cried. the times i wanted to end things there. where i felt that i could take things no longer. where our r/s looked as if it wouldn't propel forward anymore. especially when work and studies leave the other party neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked for a breakup almost every one or two weeks after marriage got its way on the 29th of february. when your presence and love would at times be replaced by two things - a 3karat moonstone ring and a cupid ring. its right to say that i'm one who heavily relies on the sense of touch. bonding emotionally was what always backed me up when the thought of giving up disturbed me at times. especially when you're busy with work and end the day feeling dead beat and wanting nothing more than a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times i felt useless cause i couldn't do anything to lessen your workload. i often wondered what i could do besides giving emotional support and being there for you everytime. whenever u cried or turned moody due to stress from work or said that you had no appetite for meals. or at times when you just didnt wish to talk and just wanted to be left alone. although many say that you should leave your bf alone when he emos or doesnt want to speak, i feel that if things go that way, i would not be doing my part as a gf and i wouldn't be happy seeing you emo-ing your way alone through the night by smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how you dont want to hear me saying "&lt;em&gt;very emo.. just leave me alone for awhile&lt;/em&gt;" and how you want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;iloveyou my smellyzhuzhu pillow' x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-1888602021422513818?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5424782005637861030</id><published>2008-11-27T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:52:07.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIMSUMCRAVINGS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;EIGHT MORE DAYS ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't packed my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't sorted what to pack and what not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i love my babyzhuzhu pillow x3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been frequently bistro walk lately after discussions and meetings.&lt;br /&gt;i think the waffle is dead addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add on ice cream and chocolate sauce and maple syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt finish the carbonara today again, maybe because the cheese is too filling ): rawrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im craving for dimsum at this hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;hmm. ding tai fung (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5424782005637861030?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5424782005637861030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5424782005637861030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/11/dimsumcravings.html' title='DIMSUMCRAVINGS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5385175823569658252</id><published>2008-11-25T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T03:34:32.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOTIONALBREAKDOWN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;of overwhelming projects that suffocate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de-cluttered the stack of papers and notes sitting at a corner of the table. was too tired last night that i ended up dozing off before ten and woke up at eleven in the morning. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never-ending deadlines end the day with the f-word. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advertising and promotion.&lt;br /&gt;retail management.&lt;br /&gt;customer relationship management.&lt;br /&gt;integrated marketing project 1.&lt;br /&gt;internet marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babyzhuzhu not feeling well again after eating some wrong food T_T poor thing babypigpillow get well soon ): or no one take care of smellydonut ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does feel better to get the tasks written and settled out ; at least i feel clearer about what's going on and such. dining out late everynight now leaves me feel that i'm lagging behind badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addition of semi-quiting the current MMORPG for the time being due to the workload.&lt;br /&gt;rawr. i have no idea. its getting far too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry folks for being awfully emo that day.&lt;br /&gt;the workload is killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can take it no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much further do you want me to take care of such a heavy workload with the consistent illness that constantly repeats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor already said that there is no cure.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what more do you want.&lt;br /&gt;maybe to you, only the grades matter.&lt;br /&gt;call yourself a teacher -.-&lt;br /&gt;even when i'm having viral fever u constantly pile stress and work on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt the true meaning of student welfare.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a robot. i too have a life to live.&lt;br /&gt;and not just plainly doing all the workload that you think should be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to rest too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's an MC for?&lt;br /&gt;its for the patient to rest. not to work like fk and sleep only 4-6 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*emotional breakdown*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;add on : left bone injury on the arm -.- careless me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'munchydonuts' is currently at 'In front of the screen : Munching Apple Pies'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally found the song i was looking for all these while! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5385175823569658252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/11/emotionalbreakdown.html' title='EMOTIONALBREAKDOWN.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-6386652697209227529</id><published>2008-11-21T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:20:52.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEADSICK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;a post before i go off for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so sick again. im constantly bugged by illness. sinus, fever, headache and all related symptoms which leave me sighing away. no one wants to live a life that relies on pills everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;let the pills form a long piping tube,&lt;br /&gt;like a glucose bag hanging at the patient's ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add on the fact of being &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anemic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt leave my life any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pills and medication here and there.&lt;br /&gt;its no different from living in a hospital ward except that i have my laptop and my celly beside me and that assignments continue to pile due to my inability to recover fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on average, im falling sick every two weeks and taking 5-7 days to recover from each illness. and the mid sems are just three weeks away. time flies when u fall ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*shows indifference to being bed ridden*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;and here's what has not been fully completed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Adidas questionnaire (20respondents)&lt;br /&gt;-Internet marketing posting at facebook&lt;br /&gt;-Communication skills forum thread&lt;br /&gt;-Retail management swot analysis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;save me from the living dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-6386652697209227529?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6386652697209227529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/6386652697209227529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/11/deadsick.html' title='DEADSICK.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-7708534070671005065</id><published>2008-11-18T21:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:05:34.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASTFEWDAYS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269995793837974066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/SSLJQLuD4jI/AAAAAAAAAPs/H1_466xJlO4/s320/lvl174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lagged and got this -.- guess who i clicked that gave me this lag (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269992204861476434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/SSLF_RvYjlI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1uOcQq5ujqU/s320/laogongx3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetest' x3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269992119704423218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/SSLF6UgXCzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Q4G8uV4ADFo/s320/helmed12nov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;my vista lappie survived zak b3 and helmed on 12november!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/SSLFcOQYIXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/zIPlMmAk3TY/s1600-h/kathbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269991602630697330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/SSLFcOQYIXI/AAAAAAAAAPU/zIPlMmAk3TY/s320/kathbday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;kath's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[xNov3mb3r]&lt;/span&gt; bday :DD on 14th nov :D happy sweet seventeen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/SSLFVwSd4HI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UH_R-NATcKc/s1600-h/blacklavine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269991491507183730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/SSLFVwSd4HI/AAAAAAAAAPM/UH_R-NATcKc/s320/blacklavine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lavine got burnt black :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269991389565506450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/SSLFP0hrU5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/XtFoyFBdQFY/s320/natfellasleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nat caught sleeping~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269991287276963474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/SSLFJ3eMBpI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9buq_SF5jx8/s320/botaktea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;botak tea! *waste cash do metro hair n use bald wig for what?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269991080155619122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/SSLE9z4nHzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rqbtYBcoeTY/s320/blitztastegud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O blitz tastes good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269990841431028706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/SSLEv6kO8-I/AAAAAAAAAOs/RjLyWnICDZM/s320/lavadmitshenotti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lavine admit she's naughty *uh oh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269990773718059666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/SSLEr-UNCpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/as9GnLpwPTg/s320/pigglav.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piggy lavine =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;past few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went buy my pink-black havaianas with kor at cityhall after my brown-blue pair snapped. i have no idea how it snapped at the edge, maybe due to misuse although i swear i didnt abuse it! dearest pillow has been emoing lately and i feel bad cause as his gf i cant do anything much to cheer him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SMELLYPILLOW I &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; YOU x33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;barchormee and barchormee and barchormee.&lt;br /&gt;and cans of jollyshandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the cashier didnt check my ic when i buy jollyshandy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back online, it was nothing more than earning mesos, slacking at free market, mega-ing friends who levelled and kill-steal (KS) wars. sigh, why cant maplers wake up earlier to find slots instead of raiding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-7708534070671005065?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7708534070671005065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7708534070671005065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/11/pastfewdays.html' title='PASTFEWDAYS.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/SSLJQLuD4jI/AAAAAAAAAPs/H1_466xJlO4/s72-c/lvl174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-7945521042034404393</id><published>2008-11-11T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:21:14.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CommonDirt.</title><content type='html'>before i leave for my dinner, heres a post from yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;adapted from &lt;a href="http://forums.playpark.net/showthread.php?t=172768&amp;amp;page=51"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;playpark forums thread page 51, click for the link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short description of&lt;br /&gt;channel 20 free market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;credits to xmemorialx/ saphira4597 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/9161/bysapphireca1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;more posts to be up in the next 24hours! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-7945521042034404393?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7945521042034404393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/7945521042034404393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/11/commondirt.html' title='CommonDirt.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5890881455049479651</id><published>2008-11-09T13:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T03:09:40.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FASHION PLATFORM CC20 FM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;aww. fk. photobucket is not working, else i could upload the pictures. do remind me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i've made that unreversible decision to level up my storage assassin to level 52, therefore it will no longer be eligible for the monster carnival. this change was made to comply with DF's raising level requirement for guild members. oh well, maplesea is boring me to death anyway. its just like a fashion platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;channel 20 free market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;as quoted by moonlitebaby, its a fashion platform where all the copycats and twinnies appear. and not forgetting the desperates searching for matchmaking sessions. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tea found his twin. zomfg i couldnt believe this. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GMBZentaur&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i delete my colleagues in my bl, they will come after me =x"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;people. they come and they go. i no longer know what a guild means to gamers. just as backup for KS war? for prestige? for helm and ht-necklace service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, coming straight to me after entering DF and ask "what level then can be jr master?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turns me off at times. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i wonder what a guild means to you&lt;/span&gt;. if it comes across to you just as a helming guild, then i would not stop you from leaving DF, cause we do not provide such service, or even if we do, it would not serve its purpose as a guild. however, this is not a hotel, so i wont go up to you and ask for your return if there is no special reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. those who really love being in a guild will stay, such as those who are not even jrs. those that people say are really tiong xim der F3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me wan go down ergoth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;finally levelled zoe's cleric to lvl 61. pfft. healing is so not for me - imagine healing and with monsters constantly whacking you *tries to imagine how people can actually have the patience to train to bishop class*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;types of smellypillows&lt;/span&gt; - bad pillow, naughty pillow, chatty pillow, sleepy pillow, huggable pillow, piggyback pillow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smellypillow : japanese pronounce words without the L, so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;clock = ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that very day when it rained some time ago&lt;br /&gt;and we shared a dark blue umbrella&lt;br /&gt;all the way to the mrt station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of hot chocolate marshmellows&lt;br /&gt;of lift rides overseeing the whole country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often wondered why the first hug was always the most memorable.&lt;br /&gt;maybe because it came across as the most sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet everytime you hugged.&lt;br /&gt;i never forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ILY MY SMELLYPILLOW &lt;3&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/14509148-5890881455049479651?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5890881455049479651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5890881455049479651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/11/fashion-platform-cc20-fm.html' title='FASHION PLATFORM CC20 FM'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-4408435050579305671</id><published>2008-11-07T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:41:25.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COPYDOGS</title><content type='html'>back again blogging in campus library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor, siaopo zoe, lavine, kath and i really need wash our eyes with dettol F3 cause we saw too many disturbing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOOBS WITH NO CREATIVITY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no creativity to think of your own design so keep copy? dont claim that you did not, we do have all the screenshots. even when you begged me and jocelyn to be your so called twinnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from your changing of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEFAULT EYES AND DEFAULT HAIR COLOR&lt;/span&gt; to look exactly the same, we have not breathed much. If not for kind magem4ster and lee834, i would not have bothered to close one eye at many moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the examples, screenshots to be included in the next post for reader's eyes and as evidence of some NOOB FIFTEEN YEAR OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;first combo made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bunny slipper&lt;br /&gt;chiffon top&lt;br /&gt;plitz skirt&lt;br /&gt;mdas weapon&lt;br /&gt;heart balloon&lt;br /&gt;heart ribbon glove&lt;br /&gt;radea hair&lt;br /&gt;face 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;second combo made, by zoe92&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink starry beanie&lt;br /&gt;cutie suspender shorts&lt;br /&gt;bunny slipper&lt;br /&gt;heart ribbon glove&lt;br /&gt;seal pillow&lt;br /&gt;radea hair&lt;br /&gt;face 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;third combo made&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;paper bag and bear earmuff&lt;br /&gt;blue pajama top&lt;br /&gt;penguin slippers&lt;br /&gt;snowflake shield&lt;br /&gt;snowflake staff&lt;br /&gt;starry tattoo glove&lt;br /&gt;radea hair&lt;br /&gt;face 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fourth combo made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose hair&lt;br /&gt;face 4&lt;br /&gt;white beanie&lt;br /&gt;hotpink backpack&lt;br /&gt;pink frill pajama top&lt;br /&gt;bunny slippers&lt;br /&gt;seal pillow&lt;br /&gt;heart tattoo glove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fifth combo made *made before first*&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pink mini dress&lt;br /&gt;butterfly staff&lt;br /&gt;bunny slippers&lt;br /&gt;bear earmuff&lt;br /&gt;hotpink backpack&lt;br /&gt;radea hair&lt;br /&gt;face 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sixth combo made&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rose hair&lt;br /&gt;face 4&lt;br /&gt;blue sailor dress overall&lt;br /&gt;penguin slipper&lt;br /&gt;butterfly staff&lt;br /&gt;white beanie&lt;br /&gt;still want claim u were ORIGINAL? use some sense please. get a life and get some creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;33&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-4408435050579305671?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4408435050579305671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4408435050579305671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/11/copydogs.html' title='COPYDOGS'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-5684013797870796722</id><published>2008-11-04T02:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:55:51.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XDD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;long time since i wrote, i couldnt find the spare time to sit down, clear my thoughts and write a clean post that would see me not injecting sacarsm at times. that day i turned eighteen ; that four days later of which moved into eight months of marriage ; the changing of fourth job advancement to arch mage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;twenty fifth october&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth job advancement and skill hunting thanks to&lt;br /&gt;-valerie (peaaaaa)&lt;br /&gt;-cheeng (dracuiaz)&lt;br /&gt;-cutiecappy&lt;br /&gt;-sis (ilurbbsher)&lt;br /&gt;-jehina&lt;br /&gt;-zoe92&lt;br /&gt;-kor (doshihao)&lt;br /&gt;-mines (mytoothdked)&lt;br /&gt;-jinghui (heavenxanqel)&lt;br /&gt;and thanks all who megaed / grats especially my &lt;s&gt;smellypillow, lavlav and iHateDmg&lt;/s&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause you called at five minutes to midnight and was the first to wish me a happy eighteen and grats on fourth job advancement after a long wait.&lt;br /&gt;'cause you were always there come what may.&lt;br /&gt;'cause you always call unexpectedly when im about to level up :D&lt;br /&gt;'cause you color every single day of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cable car rides to sentosa - thanks kor and loy kor ^^ sad case of having bad pollution that day ._. *pictures htm students madly gaming in hostel*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;twenty-ninth october;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight months of marriage, of squabbles n tears, of happiness, or that everything i can give to you. i realise i reduced the tendency to 'emo', maybe due to having&lt;br /&gt;listening ears and that i've learnt to trust, thats why i didnt feel that cramped up all day. as we move into november, and as time takes its vicious cycle, this marriage takes on a test of nine months;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know about the future, but i'll love you till the day i cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou smellypillow 'x33 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-5684013797870796722?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5684013797870796722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/5684013797870796722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/11/xdd.html' title='XDD.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-4779107447212380408</id><published>2008-10-08T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:08:40.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someLOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;alright. maplesea network maintenance &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; after not even a week? sounds pretty f-ed up, no idea what's wrong with the system anyways. pfft. last night, at the time of 2300 hours, asiasoft disconnected all of us from the system. good game, time to switch the chatbox to msn, which undoubtly left us with a screen with nothing but just words flying here and there and two little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;display picture boxes&lt;/span&gt; at the &lt;s&gt;right ends&lt;/s&gt; of the chatbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose i'm a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sotowl&lt;/span&gt; - as quoted by sinnoob92 papa, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sotong + owl&lt;/span&gt;. i couldnt get to sleep even after everyone was off the msn chat and the whole night was quiet. seriously not hoping that i suffer from any &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hyper-activity&lt;/span&gt;, although teachers once said i did.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;even after messaging my smellypillow that it was time to go to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lalaland&lt;/span&gt;, i tossed around and ended up waking in the &lt;s&gt;middle of the night&lt;/s&gt; rummaging through files and found, my very first piece of mandarin writing five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rummaged and found it. re-wrote it. thought through it. it was meant to be a fan-club letter to alessandro nesta, ac milan's center-back aka defender. i was &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thirteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; then, 2003. yet, i swear he's worth idolising till today. disbelief, that i wrote that at age thirteen, or to say, twelve and a half. that was that moment when ken started labelling me as an "emo-depressant writer" because all my pieces were so "blue", so "emo", so "azurri".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew why, the azurri always left me blue till today, even my maplesea-virtual character is almost all blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's that fan-club love, re written on old foolscap.&lt;br /&gt;the papers may have turned into sheets of crummy yellow pieces, yet,&lt;br /&gt;till today, i stand by that fact that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;alessandro nesta rocks.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/DSC02341.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;挽着生活的沉重和太多的眷恋，你来到了那片缀满星辰的天空。你终于在这个轻云淡淡的季节里披上了红黑军团的戒装，于是乎，多少关于忠诚与善良的争议，多少关于理想和信念的设想，多少关于幸福和欢乐的追求，多少关于失落与悲伤的思索，都在这一瞬间铺进了昨日的惨梦里。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自从你被＂挂牌＂起，我就开始默默关注你的每一点消息，漫长的等待，忽而高兴，高兴你马上就要找到生命新的驿站，忽而忧伤，忧伤你在去与留之间受到的煎熬。当我读到你终于投入了米兰怀抱的消息时，字字都使我哭泣，但我品尝出来了，那是甜蜜的泪水。在我心中，内斯塔与AC米兰的携手是恒古以来最完美的契合。由此，我从内心深处发出了秋天的第一抹微笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而你，为何还紧锁双眉呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我深深的知道，岁月有情，那一幕幕往事并不能轻易就从回忆中抹去。你一出生就注定是拉齐奥的人，你还每做好更多的心理准备，拉齐奥队长的袖标就套上了你翩翩少年的手臂，而联赛杯冠军和超级杯王冠是对你成长的最好回报。所以，即使拉齐奥不得不把你推向市场以拯救俱乐部时，你还是对这个俱乐部情深意重，无法割舍多少年孕育的感情与牵挂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;双鱼座的你性格温和，多愁善感，没有＂机会主义大师＂的花心，亦没有罗马王子的威风霸气，你甚至有一点点＂妇人之仁＂。当你１７岁时在场上铲伤一位对手，你曾经暗暗发誓：要不断提高自己的球艺，做到抢球不伤人，但从此之后，经常受伤的却成了你。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如今，当早晨的第一缕阳光洒向大地，米兰用她那若有若无的双手抚慰你受伤的心灵，罗马的春梦景色迷人，但米兰的秋色也令人心碎，在这里，我相信，你会实现更多的冠军梦，拥有更多金光灿灿的奖杯。人们已在讨论，那一条曾经威震世界的米兰防线因你的到来而得到了复活，而米兰王朝的复兴也令她的拥趸们欣喜若狂。肯定会有一天，当米兰王子保罗功臣身退后，你就会成为新的米兰队长，一切就会显得那么自然，那么完美。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天色的黄昏不属于你，季节的冬寒也不属于你，你应属于成熟的秋日。当菊花遍开的时候，你为何还不绽放你的迷人微笑？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的微笑会是亚平宁秋日里温暖的亮点，过去是罗马，现在是米兰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在这金色的季节里，我一直在等待着你秋天的微笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pardon my rotten chinese.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks more like some love letter towards the end *baff*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;by the time i finished re-writing it after tearing up several pieces of white paper, it was a good 2.30am in the morning.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; pfft&lt;/span&gt;. my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people said u would not live your life with any regrets if you were to treasure every moment that u had. i regret not noting and remembering down in details every time u showered love, practically everyday. i took that for granted, every sms, every call, everytime u showed up, i never felt that time was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; for me to hold onto everything, every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;every moment of love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i wasted time off in the past &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;emoing&lt;/span&gt; whenever u were busy with ur tasks by hiding away somewhere and at times felt like some &lt;s&gt;teddybear&lt;/s&gt; that u locked away in the wardrobe whenever u didnt need it. now, this love takes on its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8th&lt;/span&gt; month of marriage, bound with squabbles, emo-ness and sweet moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to love like everyday would be the last, such that we would not regret.&lt;br /&gt;to make the most out of every moment, every message, every call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;iloveyou my smellypillow &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-4779107447212380408?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4779107447212380408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/4779107447212380408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/10/somelove.html' title='someLOVE.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-867526149978038882</id><published>2008-10-02T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:59:51.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THISISPATHETIC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;finally, a good 115, 5 more levels to go ; yet i've ran out of energy.&lt;br /&gt;the maple maintenance is a good time to rest my mind.&lt;br /&gt;maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've received this screenshot from my guildmate, heres the situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sky244's party plays against xnov3mb3r (my guildmate) in the monster carnival (mc).&lt;br /&gt;halfway thru, sky asked for xnov3mb3r to summon monsters for her party (pt) as sky's party was losing the mc, yet we all know that such summoning &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;depends on both the consent of the two parties in the mc&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so feipohlim, in xnov3mb3r's party, said no, and ended up winning the mc game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, this is what sky244 said after her pt lost the mc game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/proof1.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the link, in case u cant see clearly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/proof1.jpg"&gt;http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/proof1.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it make sense to hurl vulgarities after an mc game?&lt;br /&gt;u willingly participated in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think it through, defaming , ks and mega war doesnt leave you any benefits.&lt;br /&gt;it just shows how pathetic you are as person and a gamer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-867526149978038882?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/867526149978038882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/867526149978038882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/10/thisispathetic.html' title='THISISPATHETIC.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-8263519331742503995</id><published>2008-09-24T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:03:19.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWNFALL OF MSEA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;recently edited pictures;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/laozoelaodonutscopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lao zoe and lao donuts since nub moments (like 1 year ago?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/lavinelav1necopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lav1ne and iavine ^^ at amoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj64/rhythm0flove/DSC00286.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school library basement - "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smoking campus&lt;/span&gt;???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pretty unexpectedly chose &lt;s&gt;marina square's seoul garden&lt;/s&gt; for dinner with smellypillow on thursday ; i didnt realise we were wearing the same as we did on march 11 ._. kind of coincidence. although there was a sign saying "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;please do not play with your food&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", we didnt finish the dessert (i'm an idiot when it comes to crushing blocks of ice in the machine). i had no idea how much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nata de coco&lt;/span&gt; we dumped into the dessert bowl ; except that he threw a big chunk of ice into the bowl after claiming that the dessert made was too sweet =x munchydonuts had to eat "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not-so-sweet&lt;/span&gt;" sugar-reduced dessert ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes &lt;s&gt;two hands to clap&lt;/s&gt; in every relationship and effort to &lt;u&gt;maintain&lt;/u&gt; ; even an sms where u bother to put in some effort to make it nicer for the other party and make the r/s better ; i really appreciated all that, my smellypillow' x33 ure forever so sweet (except when ure emoing ^^)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*donuts punched zoe and left her eye bruised* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(punch again ^^)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i pretty much didnt manage to game for &lt;s&gt;one week&lt;/s&gt; ; maybe its a good thing - the game was getting &lt;u&gt;boring&lt;/u&gt; anyway. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hackers surfacing now and then&lt;/span&gt;; u log in to see the unexpected thing - that your game character is left naked without a single cent (or meso). its so disappointing that gamemasters have not gotten rid of such problems. at this rate, more people are at risk of getting trojan hacks and such. yes, some gamers chose to use the way of &lt;s&gt;getting banned&lt;/s&gt; so that it prevents the risk of getting hacked, but it feels horrible seeing your buddies getting banned one by one in attempts to protect themselves. at such moments, should gamemasters not provide free &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;seal locks&lt;/span&gt; for the current gamers to seal up their items? the gaming population of maplesea is already depleting to a pathetic &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;40%&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, what more do gamemasters wish to see? it's unsafe to game, it's unsafe to log out at the free market, and with increasing lagginess, i would rather maplesea stop functioning for a certain period of time until its safe from hacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we gamers want a clean, safe game, we dont mind paying more cash as long as&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ITS SAFE&lt;/span&gt;. if the case is such that u increase more maps, more npcs, more quests and at times free 2x experience points and yet we get this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;equation&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;(consider that maplers buy 2x exp coupons during free 2x to enjoy 4x exp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4x exp 8x lag 16x die 32x dc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;is it not a waste of your loyal customers' money? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i paid 4k SGD not to experience &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lagginess, disconnections, and hacking cases&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i would rather msea does not have any additional patches and fix the &lt;u&gt;hacking and lagginess&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the once popular map of "dangerous sea gorge 1" and "mysterious path 3" 's are EMPTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;are we supposed to sit infront of the screen awaiting the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;downfall &lt;/span&gt;of maplesea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;*anyway, thanks to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GMBNephine&lt;/span&gt; for the help on hackers &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-8263519331742503995?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8263519331742503995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/8263519331742503995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/09/downfall-of-msea.html' title='DOWNFALL OF MSEA.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-2567474945375345942</id><published>2008-08-27T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:00:37.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIGOUT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;art of hibernation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;master level - 38hrs by smellypillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i guess its the nice long rain and the lack of thunderstorms that left me sleeping till 2pm in the afternoon for 3 days straight even though tomorrow is mbs and ba2 paper. and munchydonuts is practising the 'art of hibernation' by sleeping for so long. i hope time doesnt turn me into a pig &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;^@^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting infront of the laptop and the sunlight's turning glaring yet im not pulling any binds as it would seem like near-bedtime again. hopefully i will get to leech for the next week. its true that i lack the patience to train. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that. life's down to some attempts to bake another oreo cheesecake and hopefully some muffins from tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tea o tea. you make great muffins. and you go well with muffins too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-2567474945375345942?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2567474945375345942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/2567474945375345942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/08/pigout.html' title='PIGOUT.'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14509148.post-1714204737646259923</id><published>2008-08-25T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:28:16.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMPTY xP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;munchydonuts. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one oh seven&lt;/span&gt;. thirteen more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jiefu and jie&lt;/span&gt; for the leeching slot on saturday. wo ai ahbao *&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;xlbabybaolx&lt;/span&gt;* too. earned a good amount of mesos and an elquines skill bk 2. pillow pillow is finally feeling better xD dont overtire yourself again TT &lt;s&gt;i dont know how to put it across.&lt;/s&gt; im bad when it comes to such stuff.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i believe only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;actions&lt;/span&gt; can prove a person's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;. not words. not presents. not money. but actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still busy designing the 2nd season pictures and blogskins so it would most probably take around a week. and if anyone wishes to have some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;customized pictures&lt;/span&gt; to send to your loved ones its going at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1k acash / 1 sgd each&lt;/span&gt;, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*dead bored*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i like having nothing much lying around on the table cause i have a sensitive nose, but it always leaves me feeling empty. now, theres only a &lt;s&gt;laptop, a watch, a pencil stand, and my cellphone. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pillows. candies. ice creams. popcorns and chocolates make me think of you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;such emptiness sometimes induces unhappy thoughts in the brain. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;empty thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and i came slowly to realise that, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sixth month&lt;/span&gt; is around the corner. so fast. six months of marriage. as an emo-prone, noisy, chatty, whiney and crappy laopo of urs. cause you just tahan everything without scolding me that badly. hmm, although u do, abit &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;xP&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love you smellypillow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14509148-1714204737646259923?l=rhythm0flove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1714204737646259923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14509148/posts/default/1714204737646259923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm0flove.blogspot.com/2008/08/empty-xp.html' title='EMPTY xP'/><author><name>ドーナツ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ccQYhbb7M0/S2hu5Nm4bmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/du7zFzmewR4/S220/woshiTRINI.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
