<?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-8440993</id><updated>2012-01-26T17:04:54.703+08:00</updated><category term='Anime'/><category term='Interesting Webbies'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Joke'/><category term='Manga'/><category term='photos'/><category term='TVXQ'/><category term='Nags of Life'/><category term='craves and raves'/><title type='text'>Surpassing the limit between fantasy and reality</title><subtitle type='html'>caught between fantasy and reality</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>244</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-7518841961473359115</id><published>2008-01-01T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:36:11.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>Moved to http://neko-rei.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-7518841961473359115?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/7518841961473359115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=7518841961473359115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/7518841961473359115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/7518841961473359115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2008/01/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-1911242112392677013</id><published>2007-12-20T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:45:03.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Self adversive bra</title><content type='html'>I was going to wear a gown and with those attached on bras. So I went on a hunt to get one. And I got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16HjBzVEII/AAAAAAAAAFA/NbPCtVaBrxI/s1600-h/DSC04124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16HjBzVEII/AAAAAAAAAFA/NbPCtVaBrxI/s320/DSC04124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142696860352581762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16IeRzVEJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vePtOuxKXvM/s1600-h/DSC04113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16IeRzVEJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vePtOuxKXvM/s320/DSC04113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142697878259830930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;! Comes in so many sizes. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pai seh&lt;/span&gt;, I had to get the smallest size there is. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;! Got pushed-up effect somemore, I finally will have cleavage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16JZxzVEKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/b4U7kIXqmSI/s1600-h/DSC04122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16JZxzVEKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/b4U7kIXqmSI/s320/DSC04122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142698900462047394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just stick on my boobs, right? Sounds easy enough. Even &lt;s&gt;an idiot&lt;/s&gt; I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16LKRzVELI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rKPk1_4I6ps/s1600-h/DSC04125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16LKRzVELI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rKPk1_4I6ps/s320/DSC04125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142700833197330610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how it looks like after taking it out of the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16LuhzVEMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pua5GvEkXHs/s1600-h/DSC04126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16LuhzVEMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pua5GvEkXHs/s320/DSC04126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142701455967588546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Removing the plastic and finally going to attached it to my &lt;s&gt;ping-pong sized&lt;/s&gt; little girls'. I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2oaV_QJuUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/EiXu2mZ3hXA/s1600-h/bob01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2oaV_QJuUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/EiXu2mZ3hXA/s400/bob01.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145954489282967874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2oasvQJuVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/CfwYH9_5fgU/s1600-h/bob2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2oasvQJuVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/CfwYH9_5fgU/s400/bob2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145954880124991826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Where's my cleavage? Where's my B cup? I see no difference..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2oclPQJuWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/U8z0wfEN5Q0/s1600-h/bob3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2oclPQJuWI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/U8z0wfEN5Q0/s400/bob3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145956950299228514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, that's not going to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-1911242112392677013?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/1911242112392677013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=1911242112392677013&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/1911242112392677013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/1911242112392677013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/12/self-adversive-bra.html' title='Self adversive bra'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16HjBzVEII/AAAAAAAAAFA/NbPCtVaBrxI/s72-c/DSC04124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-4106005658189518838</id><published>2007-12-18T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:44:48.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TVXQ'/><title type='text'>Wedding cum Xiah's birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>I got canceled again. Oh, how I missed clubbing. I used to be an avid clubber, I think.  15.12.2007 was Xiah's birthday. And I thought I'll celebrate it by dancing around in some club holding a bottle of beer on one hand. I'm afraid that it didn't turned out the scenario I wanted. So I settled with going to a wedding of a cousin I didn't know existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eR-GQ9cJI/AAAAAAAAASg/7zmmgckItJo/s1600-h/club.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eR-GQ9cJI/AAAAAAAAASg/7zmmgckItJo/s400/club.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145241595313746066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was the scenario I had in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how wedding can be &lt;s&gt;utmostly&lt;/s&gt; boring. Uh huh, it was a little boring. There was a way, of course, to amuse myself. It was none other than... &lt;s&gt;super adorable flirtatious&lt;/s&gt; cute guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted two. And both of them are photographers. How sexy is that. (Heck, I sounded like Paris Hilton then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eTxWQ9cKI/AAAAAAAAASo/oq0JNMeS1Ck/s1600-h/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eTxWQ9cKI/AAAAAAAAASo/oq0JNMeS1Ck/s400/111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145243575293669538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eT4mQ9cLI/AAAAAAAAASw/A_YRUyssxBI/s1600-h/112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eT4mQ9cLI/AAAAAAAAASw/A_YRUyssxBI/s400/112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145243699847721138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He's a korean! At least, he looks like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eT42Q9cMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YyCClm2afoo/s1600-h/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eT42Q9cMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YyCClm2afoo/s400/113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145243704142688450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, I couldn't capture their faces at all. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cam whoring myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eUbmQ9cNI/AAAAAAAAATA/TaMKVgR0qZM/s1600-h/20071215195401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eUbmQ9cNI/AAAAAAAAATA/TaMKVgR0qZM/s400/20071215195401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145244301143142610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eVsGQ9cTI/AAAAAAAAATw/8kUkOzQ8kRE/s1600-h/20071215201201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eVsGQ9cTI/AAAAAAAAATw/8kUkOzQ8kRE/s400/20071215201201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145245684122612018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like this gooey jellyfish looking food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eUxGQ9cPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/moB92sUr5Pk/s1600-h/20071215201002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eUxGQ9cPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/moB92sUr5Pk/s400/20071215201002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145244670510330098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prawns, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eUxGQ9cQI/AAAAAAAAATY/aYFnK6bR1zU/s1600-h/20071215202902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eUxGQ9cQI/AAAAAAAAATY/aYFnK6bR1zU/s400/20071215202902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145244670510330114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah! Shark find soup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eUxWQ9cRI/AAAAAAAAATg/48k_IT2jTtY/s1600-h/20071215203401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eUxWQ9cRI/AAAAAAAAATg/48k_IT2jTtY/s400/20071215203401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145244674805297426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eUxWQ9cSI/AAAAAAAAATo/5DHn0Qo-U4I/s1600-h/20071215203701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eUxWQ9cSI/AAAAAAAAATo/5DHn0Qo-U4I/s400/20071215203701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145244674805297442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;After.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is just obscene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eWa2Q9cUI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tB7p-6D8MqA/s1600-h/20071215220601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eWa2Q9cUI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tB7p-6D8MqA/s400/20071215220601.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145246487281496386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Does this remind you of something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eWbGQ9cVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/hzufaMSC_ek/s1600-h/20071215220501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eWbGQ9cVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/hzufaMSC_ek/s400/20071215220501.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145246491576463698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I treated myself to some wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eWbWQ9cWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CH4xYLOhz9g/s1600-h/20071215221101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eWbWQ9cWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CH4xYLOhz9g/s400/20071215221101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145246495871431010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bottoms up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-4106005658189518838?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/4106005658189518838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=4106005658189518838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4106005658189518838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4106005658189518838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/12/wedding-cum-xiahs-birthday-celebration.html' title='Wedding cum Xiah&apos;s birthday celebration'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2eR-GQ9cJI/AAAAAAAAASg/7zmmgckItJo/s72-c/club.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-5609385656319430472</id><published>2007-12-15T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:44:21.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Webbies'/><title type='text'>Want to get a date?</title><content type='html'>Of course, this is for those troubled men out there. Now that you have realized that women nowadays are different in sort of an intimidating way, you are dumb-found, and that -- leads to, ultimately, dateless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2NfOWQ9b6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/konZ-Ch7LGw/s1600-h/date2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2NfOWQ9b6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/konZ-Ch7LGw/s400/date2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144059899486760866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, so you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; in that kind of situation, that is why you are still reading this. The first thing to do is the analyze where you went wrong. And that is, believing women is still the same as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Women &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Women believed that they should wed when they are in their 20's.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you have an intimate relationship, they are yours for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;3. They are easy.&lt;br /&gt;4. They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;demand&lt;/span&gt; commitment.&lt;br /&gt;5. They are dependent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Women &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They wouldn't consider marriage before their career settles down.&lt;br /&gt;2. It doesn't mean that after you get intimate with them, you will have their hearts too.&lt;br /&gt;3. They are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; easy. They are intimidating and you feel some-what inferior.&lt;br /&gt;4. They don't necessarily want commitment.&lt;br /&gt;5. They are independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2No0mQ9b7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/u3TJeUFwPPE/s1600-h/date5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2No0mQ9b7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/u3TJeUFwPPE/s400/date5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144070452221407154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to admit it but you need help. Hey, there's nothing wrong with seeking for a little advice when you are in trouble. Even girls seek girlfriend's advice on, uh, on practically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. I know just the place to go to -- &lt;a href="http://www.themodernman.com/"&gt;The Modern Man&lt;/a&gt;. You'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; ladies' man in no time. But of course, you'll need to know how to &lt;a href="http://www.themodernman.com/dating.html"&gt;get dates&lt;/a&gt;, the right way, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; living in the modern world, it's time to make room for some new moves. Away with the old and in with the new, unless you are dating some one pretty elderly. You will &lt;a href="http://www.themodernman.com/dating_site.html"&gt;get free tips via e-mail&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.themodernman.com/"&gt;The Modern Man.Com&lt;/a&gt;. You can finally get rid of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. your overly-shyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. your stuttering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. your corny pick-up lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. awkwardness to approach women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps find the girl of your dreams or someone that you could consider marriage with. That is after, you learn &lt;a href="http://www.themodernman.com/"&gt;how to approach women&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are, in a bar, or a restaurant or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; the library, and you see this lovely little elf standing there, elegant and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; sparkling.  Your heart is pounding, you have sweaty palms, your feet is rooted to the ground. Her gaze could just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt; you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to muster all the courage you have to talk to her, start a little conversation to hear her voice, and initially, get a date. But your sweaty palms are making you lose focus, lose words to say, lose your calm and most likely, lose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some easy tips on &lt;a href="http://www.themodernman.com/conversation_starters.html"&gt;how to start a conversation&lt;/a&gt;, without making a fool out of yourself, of course. The hardest is always the first step -- or in this case, the first words. Overcoming that, nothing should be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2N59mQ9b8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mNYW6mUFeWs/s1600-h/date6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2N59mQ9b8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mNYW6mUFeWs/s400/date6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144089298537902018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you'll know, you have got the girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-5609385656319430472?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/5609385656319430472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=5609385656319430472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/5609385656319430472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/5609385656319430472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/12/want-to-get-date.html' title='Want to get a date?'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2NfOWQ9b6I/AAAAAAAAAQo/konZ-Ch7LGw/s72-c/date2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-3510924653593515070</id><published>2007-12-14T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:46:00.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craves and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TVXQ'/><title type='text'>If I were Xiah JunSoo's girlfriend</title><content type='html'>I wonder what life would be like if i was xiah's &lt;s&gt;non-existant&lt;/s&gt; imaginative girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know who is Xiah JunSoo, he's a member of TVXQ. Please refer to my previous post &lt;a href="http://neko-rei.blogspot.com/2007/12/celebrity-tvxq.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an adorable picture of my &lt;s&gt;non-existant&lt;/s&gt; imaginative boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2JVnWQ9buI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CIboHHbOSh0/s1600-h/000359_1098160869_jgxznhmq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2JVnWQ9buI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CIboHHbOSh0/s400/000359_1098160869_jgxznhmq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143767858890501858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a list of what favorable things that would happen if I were Xiah's girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I get to wake up in bed next to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2JhGGQ9bvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yjcFRcKnnQM/s1600-h/inbedwithxiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2JhGGQ9bvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yjcFRcKnnQM/s400/inbedwithxiah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143780481799384818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I get to be in the photo shoot with the group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2JiwGQ9bwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/T6AM9jMiwvQ/s1600-h/me+and+tvxq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2JiwGQ9bwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/T6AM9jMiwvQ/s400/me+and+tvxq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143782302865518338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See me behind Max?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Best of all, I get to kiss xiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2JlC2Q9bxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oPsW6pl_UsQ/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2JlC2Q9bxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oPsW6pl_UsQ/s400/123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143784824011321106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lousy editing, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-3510924653593515070?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/3510924653593515070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=3510924653593515070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/3510924653593515070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/3510924653593515070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-i-were-xiah-junsoos-girlfriend.html' title='If I were Xiah JunSoo&apos;s girlfriend'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2JVnWQ9buI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CIboHHbOSh0/s72-c/000359_1098160869_jgxznhmq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-2234216224468787861</id><published>2007-12-09T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:21:40.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>I was wondering what the big fuss was about with '&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/enchanted/"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/a&gt;'. So I went to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1rIbRzVEFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MBr43YgMR6M/s1600-h/enchanted-poster-433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1rIbRzVEFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MBr43YgMR6M/s320/enchanted-poster-433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141642295557558354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no idea whatsoever what the movie was when I enter the cinema, I was &lt;s&gt;disgusted&lt;/s&gt; in awe when I saw the beginning of the movie. It's so... so... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;princessey&lt;/span&gt;, like any other &lt;s&gt;crappy&lt;/s&gt; fairy tales with the love-at-first-sight-and-you-are-a-&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;-maiden-and-I'm-a-handsome-prince bit. How &lt;s&gt;typically stupid&lt;/s&gt; typical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1rJ_RzVEGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IKNgujJlyUI/s1600-h/enchanted.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1rJ_RzVEGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IKNgujJlyUI/s320/enchanted.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141644013544476770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they change it to the reality part. That's when I started to enjoy myself. However, the perkiness of Giselle is driving me crazy! Every time she starts talking and seeing her fairy-tale-like-and-so-exaggerated-moves that makes her &lt;s&gt;stupidity&lt;/s&gt; naiveness certain, it makes me wanna &lt;s&gt;kill&lt;/s&gt; slap her. But, Her perkiness &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the highlight, so taking it away, will make the movie &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;boOoring&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs are pretty good. Not my kind but very catchy. Especially the 'happy working song', the song that she sang when she called the vermin and cockroaches (the only animals that responded to her singing) to help with cleaning up. I find myself singing the songs without realising it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's an okay movie. As expected from Disney. They do make good movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rei れい rates this 8.3 out of 10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-2234216224468787861?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/2234216224468787861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=2234216224468787861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/2234216224468787861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/2234216224468787861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/12/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1rIbRzVEFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MBr43YgMR6M/s72-c/enchanted-poster-433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-3701036967886814665</id><published>2007-12-07T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:21:56.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Webbies'/><title type='text'>Bloggerwave</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love updating my blog &lt;s&gt;with endless meaningless rants&lt;/s&gt; but I wish there's more I could do with it&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I want to earn money online but I'm afraid it's a scam&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bloggerwave.com/admin/OpportunityImages/MediumPromoImage/31.jpg" name=oppimage border=0 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this sound like you? Then I know just the place for you -- &lt;a href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/blog_ClickTrack.php?OpportunityId=31&amp;BlogId=7568&amp;LinkId=1"&gt;Bloggerwave&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/blog_ClickTrack.php?OpportunityId=31&amp;BlogId=7568&amp;LinkId=1"&gt;Bloggerwave&lt;/a&gt; provides you the opportunity, and you just have to write about it in your blog. As simple as &lt;s&gt;squeezing a pimple&lt;/s&gt; counting 1, 2, 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not convinced? Not sure how it works? Then you should seek more information at &lt;a href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/blog_ClickTrack.php?OpportunityId=31&amp;BlogId=7568&amp;LinkId=1"&gt;Bloggerwave&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.bloggerwave.com/blog_ClickTrack.php?OpportunityId=31&amp;BlogId=7568&amp;LinkId=1"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is sign up, have your blog reviewed (you'll have to keep your blog updated) and choose any jobs that suits you. You are not forced to take whatever you do not like. The choice is in your hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? You don't have a blog? No fear, just create one today and you're good to go. It's so easy, that &lt;s&gt;even your monkey can do it&lt;/s&gt; you'll regret passing a rare opportunity like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bloggerwave.com/blogviewcount.php?pic=sponsorlogo.gif&amp;OpportunityId=31&amp;BlogId=7568&amp;sponsor=yes&amp;LinkId=1" alt="This is drawn from a hidden folder" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-3701036967886814665?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bloggerwave.com/blog_ClickTrack.php?OpportunityId=31&amp;BlogId=7568&amp;LinkId=1' title='Bloggerwave'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/3701036967886814665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=3701036967886814665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/3701036967886814665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/3701036967886814665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/12/bloggerwave.html' title='Bloggerwave'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-4819006211970987960</id><published>2007-12-06T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:45:43.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craves and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Webbies'/><title type='text'>Angel Love Online / Angels Online</title><content type='html'>Are you an MMO RPG fan? Then you're in the right place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelloveonline.jp/"&gt;Angel Love Online&lt;/a&gt; or, &lt;a href="http://ao.igg.com/"&gt;Angels Online&lt;/a&gt; is, well, you get the idea from the name. It is set in a place called Eden. If you enjoy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ragnarok_online"&gt;Ragnarok Online&lt;/a&gt;, you'll be sure to enjoy this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1fNvhzVDyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OX88vao53jY/s1600-h/angel2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1fNvhzVDyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OX88vao53jY/s320/angel2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140803716077915938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never played before? That's fine, too. There is a tutorial that will help you along the way while you are playing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1fN4BzVDzI/AAAAAAAAACY/xX0bNJRrwqI/s1600-h/angel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1fN4BzVDzI/AAAAAAAAACY/xX0bNJRrwqI/s320/angel3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140803862106804018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself, having a default face but nevertheless, cute one walking around, interacting with players, fighting monsters, enjoy mini games, be challenged in hunting and exploring, rear pets and many more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1fOORzVD1I/AAAAAAAAACo/pAkurg12jgU/s1600-h/angel4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1fOORzVD1I/AAAAAAAAACo/pAkurg12jgU/s320/angel4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140804244358893394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For locals (Malaysia), feel free to sign up at http://www.angelloveonline.net or click &lt;a href="http://www.angelloveonline.net"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Anyone, you can try the free beta that's currently running now at http://ao.igg.com/ or click &lt;a href="http://ao.igg.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1fOWhzVD2I/AAAAAAAAACw/EtgJlqsKHNc/s1600-h/angel6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1fOWhzVD2I/AAAAAAAAACw/EtgJlqsKHNc/s320/angel6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140804386092814178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-4819006211970987960?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/4819006211970987960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=4819006211970987960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4819006211970987960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4819006211970987960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/12/angel-love-online.html' title='Angel Love Online / Angels Online'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R1fNvhzVDyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OX88vao53jY/s72-c/angel2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-1241837040409367756</id><published>2007-12-05T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:45:43.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craves and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Webbies'/><title type='text'>Talk about your food!</title><content type='html'>One can now talk about what she/he eats! Share it with the world. Well, at least in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be your own food critic. Delicious? Mouth watering? Scrumptious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Italian food at Warisan today? Heard about a Spanish restaurant that's just opened? How about home cooking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post your opinions only at &lt;a href="http://www.ravejoint.com"&gt;Rave Joint&lt;/a&gt;. Don't hold back your thoughts, release them, share it with the world today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rave Joint, where food matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-1241837040409367756?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/1241837040409367756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=1241837040409367756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/1241837040409367756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/1241837040409367756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/12/talk-about-your-food.html' title='Talk about your food!'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-4577798950118701069</id><published>2007-12-05T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:26:51.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Webbies'/><title type='text'>Blogsvertise</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about getting a job online recently. I didn't know what I'm capable of doing though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a home typing website. Of course, finding a company of your choice is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then I found an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;amigo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;blogsvertise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple matter of using your blog as an additional tool to advertise. Simple yet interesting. One you'll call worthy of your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-4577798950118701069?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/4577798950118701069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=4577798950118701069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4577798950118701069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4577798950118701069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/12/blogsvertise.html' title='Blogsvertise'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-263402149053528556</id><published>2007-11-20T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:45:43.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craves and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TVXQ'/><title type='text'>SMART uniform</title><content type='html'>Malaysian uniform is so dull. It's the same old same old design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for Korea, it's a fashion. They even have celebrities to promote their school uniform. Oh boy, do I wish uniforms were a fashion here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R172EBzVFRI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GhoiM0EDtaA/s1600-h/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R172EBzVFRI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GhoiM0EDtaA/s400/111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142818373567321362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R172EBzVFSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8y0r8lFkfLI/s1600-h/222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R172EBzVFSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8y0r8lFkfLI/s400/222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142818373567321378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uniforms just couldn't be cooler!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-263402149053528556?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/263402149053528556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=263402149053528556&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/263402149053528556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/263402149053528556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/11/smart-uniform.html' title='SMART uniform'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R172EBzVFRI/AAAAAAAAAOk/GhoiM0EDtaA/s72-c/111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-818082836019746284</id><published>2007-11-15T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:45:43.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craves and raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TVXQ'/><title type='text'>LG Shine KE970 (TVXQ edition)</title><content type='html'>This, I'm definitely going to add to my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R170rhzVFQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/We7U186YLhQ/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R170rhzVFQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/We7U186YLhQ/s400/t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142816853148898562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been fond of LG phone designs. On top of that, my favourite celebrity is featuring this phone. That includes my new love , Xiah JunSoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sleek design is the most! So tell me, what's your dream phone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-818082836019746284?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/818082836019746284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=818082836019746284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/818082836019746284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/818082836019746284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/11/lg-shine-ke970-tvxq-edition.html' title='LG Shine KE970 (TVXQ edition)'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R170rhzVFQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/We7U186YLhQ/s72-c/t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116445803090287632</id><published>2007-11-13T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:20:34.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TVXQ'/><title type='text'>My new love</title><content type='html'>I have found my &lt;s&gt;true&lt;/s&gt; new love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taa-daa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17xqRzVFNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8DPLj47_CHs/s1600-h/104637_374650413_mkekndkq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17xqRzVFNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8DPLj47_CHs/s400/104637_374650413_mkekndkq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142813533139178706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiah JunSoo from TVXQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, it's unrealistic to fall for a celebrity, but hey, a girl can dream, right? After all, he's my McDreamy and there's nothing you can do about it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those thich eye brows. Those luscious lips. This tiny single eyes lids. What can you not love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17yZxzVFOI/AAAAAAAAAOM/kdJ-i3SDLec/s1600-h/394db66d0ad647f7431694ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17yZxzVFOI/AAAAAAAAAOM/kdJ-i3SDLec/s400/394db66d0ad647f7431694ba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142814349182964962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that angelic smile. That beautiful duck ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17yrBzVFPI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kjzB8ujq96g/s1600-h/xcvb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17yrBzVFPI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kjzB8ujq96g/s400/xcvb.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142814645535708402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in happy-ever-afters but I do believe that fate is in your hands. We'll definitely meet some day. Mark my words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116445803090287632?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116445803090287632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116445803090287632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116445803090287632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116445803090287632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-once-happy-blog.html' title='My new love'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17xqRzVFNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8DPLj47_CHs/s72-c/104637_374650413_mkekndkq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112722521216691495</id><published>2007-11-08T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:21:17.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>I'm back to my hometown</title><content type='html'>I have just finished my exams and I'm back to my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight was okay but it got delayed for 30 miutes. Come to think of it, I arrived 4 hours too early to the airport. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I shall celebrate 3 days 3 nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112722521216691495?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112722521216691495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112722521216691495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112722521216691495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112722521216691495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/09/un-expectation-beyond-un-expectation.html' title='I&apos;m back to my hometown'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112818157841046003</id><published>2007-10-21T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Of chopsticks</title><content type='html'>As some of you may know, I'm a chopsticks kind of person. But I'm aware that alot of people do not know the dangers of reusing the wooden chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to have a chance; you can try to soak disposable chopsticks (usually they gave you when you order takeaway) for 3 to 5 minutes in hot water, and you will see bleach  detergent dissolved in the hot water from the chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can prepare your own chopsticks at your office,  it's not only environmental friendly and it's for your own good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost  majority of disposable chopsticks are made in and imported from china. Before the production, the raw materials itself already is grown with germs that are in multiple colors (fungus), and the first process was to put in chemicals to preserve the materials then after that they are washed with bleach (which are believed to be thousands times over the standards). And guess what? These chemicals could  cause cancer, Carcinogen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take care of yourselves, and be careful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112818157841046003?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112818157841046003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112818157841046003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112818157841046003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112818157841046003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/10/crappy-connection.html' title='Of chopsticks'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112506597495439727</id><published>2007-10-21T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Exam week</title><content type='html'>It's exam week. Won't be updating for two weeks. Sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little motivation though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COME ON, GET WITH IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Howard Hendricks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From Teaching to change lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not too long ago, I lost one of my best friends, a woman eighty-six years old, the most exciting teacher I've ever been exposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last I saw her on planet earth was at one of those parties. We were sitting there on eggshells, looking pious, when she walked in and said, “Well, Hendricks, I haven't seen you for a long time. What are the five best books you've read in the past year?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She had a way of changing a group's dynamics. Her philosophy was, Let's not bore each other with each other; let's get into a discussion, and if we can't find anything to discuss, let's get into an argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She was eighty-three on her last trip to the Holy Land. She went there with a group of NFL football players. One of my most vivid memories of her is seeing her out front yelling back to them, “Come on men, get with it!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She died in her sleep at her daughter's home in Dallas. Her daughter told me that just before she died, she had written out her goals for the next ten years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112506597495439727?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112506597495439727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112506597495439727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112506597495439727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112506597495439727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/08/unpredictable.html' title='Exam week'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-115278366080680684</id><published>2007-10-17T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:12:10.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>What kind of flower are you?</title><content type='html'>What kind of flower are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding='5' style="width: 865px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;    &lt;!-- using in-line styles for the paste into blog stuff --&gt;  &lt;h2 style="margin: 0pt 0pt 5px; width: 560px; float: right;"&gt;The Wild Rose&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h3 style="margin: 0pt; width: 560px; float: right; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Random Brutal Love Dreamer (&lt;span style="shmolor: red;"&gt;RBLD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;img border=1 src="http://panther.is0.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/RBLDf.gif" alt="The Wild Rose" style="float: left;"&gt;    &lt;div id="text-n-opp" style="display: block; width: 560px; float: right;"&gt;   &lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;shmolorful, but unpicked. You are &lt;strong&gt;The Wild Rose&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you're the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling.&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;You don't seem to take yourself too seriously, and that's refreshing. You aren't uptight; you don't over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn't a top priority--a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you haven't had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of gets to core of the issue. You're very selective.&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt;"&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;The problem is them, not you, right? You have lofty standards that few measure up to. You're out there all right, but not to be picked up by just anyone.&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;div id="exact-opposite" style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); margin: 0pt 30px 0pt 0pt; background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0%; float: right; width: 220px; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 90%;"&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt 0pt; width: 220px;"&gt;Your exact female opposite:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="width: 220px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dirty Little Secret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;img border=1 src="http://panther.is0.okcupid.com/graphics/persons/DGSMf_thumb.gif" alt="The Dirty Little Secret" style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 3px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 10px 0pt; width: 220px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deliberate Gentle Sex Master&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;p id="avoid" style="margin: 25px 0pt 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase; shmolor: red;"&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Always avoid:&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The Bachelor (DGSM)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p id="consider" style="margin: 25px 0pt 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase; shmolor: blue;"&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Consider:&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The Vapor Trail (RBLM)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link:  &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Online Dating Persona Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;OkCupid&lt;/b&gt; - free online dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wild and you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-115278366080680684?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/115278366080680684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=115278366080680684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115278366080680684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115278366080680684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/07/meditation-and-satisfaction.html' title='What kind of flower are you?'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112367527537404920</id><published>2007-10-11T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:20:10.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Bad manners</title><content type='html'>It's Hari Raya holiday. The dormitory is cleared of people. It's time for another night outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went around the drain area in the university to find and collect some 'love' seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17tixzVFDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Wy4QviQMcCE/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17tixzVFDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Wy4QviQMcCE/s400/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142809006243648562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since nobody was around, everybody turned un-ladylike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parental advisory! Disturbing graphics ahead, warning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17t7BzVFEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/V1miY7lF0NQ/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17t7BzVFEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/V1miY7lF0NQ/s400/12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142809422855476290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Admiring my pretty legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17t7BzVFFI/AAAAAAAAANE/J8rfNXnTxMY/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17t7BzVFFI/AAAAAAAAANE/J8rfNXnTxMY/s400/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142809422855476306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squatting like I'm in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17t7RzVFGI/AAAAAAAAANM/AiNMVQmUkzI/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17t7RzVFGI/AAAAAAAAANM/AiNMVQmUkzI/s400/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142809427150443618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come admire my beautiful legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17uOxzVFII/AAAAAAAAANc/wokkUUrQxMU/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17uOxzVFII/AAAAAAAAANc/wokkUUrQxMU/s400/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142809762157892738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scratching my ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17uPBzVFJI/AAAAAAAAANk/om1C-0jwgJE/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17uPBzVFJI/AAAAAAAAANk/om1C-0jwgJE/s400/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142809766452860050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at my pearly whites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17vPBzVFLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/na5Ms1sI3gM/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17vPBzVFLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/na5Ms1sI3gM/s400/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142810865964487858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Putting my foot to other uses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17vPRzVFMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Td27jlr-K_M/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17vPRzVFMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Td27jlr-K_M/s400/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142810870259455170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wow! A bunny rabbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112367527537404920?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112367527537404920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112367527537404920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112367527537404920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112367527537404920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/08/dang-another-not-so-rhymy-poem.html' title='Bad manners'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17tixzVFDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Wy4QviQMcCE/s72-c/11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112771997405986286</id><published>2007-10-10T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:24:35.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Ice skating</title><content type='html'>It's the break before exam! My pals and I decided to go ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, it's time to have a meal to gain that energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17qHRzVE-I/AAAAAAAAALw/gAXLKi4N890/s1600-h/CIMG3303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17qHRzVE-I/AAAAAAAAALw/gAXLKi4N890/s400/CIMG3303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142805235262362594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bon apetit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next for a little warming up exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17rEBzVE_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/F6wvhD66k9E/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17rEBzVE_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/F6wvhD66k9E/s400/12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142806278939415538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17rERzVFAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yhyxabA_l6g/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17rERzVFAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yhyxabA_l6g/s400/13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142806283234382850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm entering my second childhood when I hadn't end my first yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and meet my date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He's pushy, isn't he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was doing great &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17rPBzVFBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rN8uHs6TkTA/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17rPBzVFBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rN8uHs6TkTA/s400/15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142806467917976594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17rZxzVFCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m_9LQDipB3k/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17rZxzVFCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m_9LQDipB3k/s400/14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142806652601570338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SPLAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112771997405986286?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112771997405986286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112771997405986286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112771997405986286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112771997405986286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-yellow-fetish-ness.html' title='Ice skating'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17qHRzVE-I/AAAAAAAAALw/gAXLKi4N890/s72-c/CIMG3303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112860433201919234</id><published>2007-10-06T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>drifting drifting drifting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever get tired of waiting..?&lt;br /&gt;i know i have&lt;br /&gt;when nobody match up your pace and you have to match up others in stead&lt;br /&gt;and that waiting cost you to lose alot more than you already have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always say that you wait&lt;br /&gt;because you think the wait is worth it&lt;br /&gt;yeah i think its worth it&lt;br /&gt;but there are time we get tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;and have to be the one that being waited instead&lt;br /&gt;if only they understand&lt;br /&gt;waiting is tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of the wait&lt;br /&gt;i lost alot&lt;br /&gt;alot more than i already have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i htikn sometimes the person is worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;there are others too that would wait for the person&lt;br /&gt;to follow up the person's pace&lt;br /&gt;making your wait unnoticable&lt;br /&gt;and those people tend to take advantage of your wait&lt;br /&gt;making you feel worthless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a true fren never gets tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where i hear this from&lt;br /&gt;to actually have a break from waiting&lt;br /&gt;and do things i wanted to do all along&lt;br /&gt;actually feels... free..&lt;br /&gt;its like going 'phew'&lt;br /&gt;making me guilty thinking that my life would be better if i wouldnt have to wait&lt;br /&gt;and in the same time&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping the person would notice my absence and appreciate me more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112860433201919234?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112860433201919234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112860433201919234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112860433201919234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112860433201919234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/10/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116324875894825944</id><published>2007-10-05T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Bye Mexico</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day we get to see our male foreign lecturer. This is the first time I came face to face with a flirtatious and expressive lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has exaggerating expression and action but seemingly amusing at the same time. I'm going to miss him so much &lt;s&gt;because I always flirt with him&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a great salsa dancer. Having that beautiful body, &lt;s&gt;even I as a student can't resist&lt;/s&gt; whoever that's his wife must be very fortunate. Being Mexican, he proposed to an Australian then residing in Malaysia. What a colourful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one lecturer that teaches us to live life to the fullest, that includes going clubbing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things must come to an end. I hope I can meet more 'colourful' people like my spanish lecturer, Canning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17o_BzVE9I/AAAAAAAAALo/vCE0UPGwiU0/s1600-h/CIMG3195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17o_BzVE9I/AAAAAAAAALo/vCE0UPGwiU0/s400/CIMG3195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142803994016814034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Professor Canning and spanish coursemates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116324875894825944?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116324875894825944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116324875894825944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116324875894825944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116324875894825944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/11/fucking-day.html' title='Bye Mexico'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17o_BzVE9I/AAAAAAAAALo/vCE0UPGwiU0/s72-c/CIMG3195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116419043875483570</id><published>2007-10-05T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>It's good to be remembered.</title><content type='html'>A silent prayer for all the women out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the time the Lord made woman, he was into his sixth day of working overtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An angel appeared and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why are you spending so much time on this one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the Lord answered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have a lap that can hold four children at one time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-and she will do everything with only two hands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The angel was astounded at the requirements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Only two hands!? No way! And that's just on the standard model?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That 's too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"But I won't," the Lord protested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She already heals herself when she is sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND can work 18 hour days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The angel moved closer and touched the woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"But you have made her so soft, Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"She is soft," the Lord agreed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"That's not a leak," the Lord corrected, " that's a TEAR!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lord said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The angel was impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything! Woman is truly amazing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And she is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women have strengths that amaze men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They smile when they want to scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They sing when they want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They fight for what they believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They stand up to injustice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They go without so their family can have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They love unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Their hearts break when a friend dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They have compassion and ideals. They give moral support to their family and friends.Women have vital things to say and everything to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116419043875483570?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116419043875483570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116419043875483570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116419043875483570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116419043875483570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/11/confessions-of-victim-of-child.html' title='It&apos;s good to be remembered.'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-113257709076624360</id><published>2007-10-03T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:12:10.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>IQ question</title><content type='html'>Question: When the day after tomorrow is yesterday, today will be as far from wednesday as today was from wednesday when the day before yesterday was tomorrow. What is the day after this day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please answer and explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-113257709076624360?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/113257709076624360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=113257709076624360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113257709076624360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113257709076624360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/11/supernatural-encounter.html' title='IQ question'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-3155550928862462809</id><published>2007-10-02T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:50:34.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Midvalley trip</title><content type='html'>Went to the department store today. With the whole gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have stuff myself with too much food though. I had trouble walking after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2KyOmQ9bzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/o_eD7YXwcb0/s1600-h/PA020186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2KyOmQ9bzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/o_eD7YXwcb0/s400/PA020186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143869688270122802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me (left- facing camera) who spotted some of friends taking photos suspiciously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was led by a kid to find the grocery store. Yes, a kid leading a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2Kyh2Q9b0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/zeSb34g-D5s/s1600-h/PA020198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2Kyh2Q9b0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/zeSb34g-D5s/s400/PA020198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143870018982604610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store was so big then we got lost. I tried not to get lost but I'm just a kid. Haha. I had to ride with mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2Ky1GQ9b1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/QG-DdYrOyao/s1600-h/PA020201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2Ky1GQ9b1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/QG-DdYrOyao/s400/PA020201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143870349695086418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's pushing the cart while I'm on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clear that we'll surviving on instant noodles, and biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2KzQWQ9b2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/TWG3iMCbCTE/s1600-h/PA020208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2KzQWQ9b2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/TWG3iMCbCTE/s400/PA020208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143870817846521698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's how us poor students live our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2KzlmQ9b3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8708T9oGZro/s1600-h/PA020223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2KzlmQ9b3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8708T9oGZro/s400/PA020223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143871182918741874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't decide which jumbo pack tissue to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2Kz4WQ9b4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/BvaZo6Xjnc8/s1600-h/PA020220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2Kz4WQ9b4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/BvaZo6Xjnc8/s400/PA020220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143871505041289090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you sure this tissue can last a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it was time to foot the bill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2K0O2Q9b5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/a8ayKs-Zc6w/s1600-h/PA020199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2K0O2Q9b5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/a8ayKs-Zc6w/s400/PA020199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143871891588345746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Busy, busy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-3155550928862462809?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/3155550928862462809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=3155550928862462809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/3155550928862462809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/3155550928862462809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-thus-story-begins.html' title='Midvalley trip'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2KyOmQ9bzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/o_eD7YXwcb0/s72-c/PA020186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112419350290273317</id><published>2007-09-25T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Precautionary actions</title><content type='html'>Women! It's time to act smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of precautionary actions. Sometimes only you, can save yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;I received this in my email. It made me realised that women really have to look out for one another. We're the inferior being in terms of strength. We're are the emotional being and men tend to manipulate our kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 . Tip from Tae Kwon Do :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The elbow is the strongest point on your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are close enough to use it, do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Learned this from a tourist guide in New Orleans .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toss it away from you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chances are that he is more interestedin your wallet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and/or purse than you,and he will go for the wallet/purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and start waving like crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The driver won't see you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but everybody else will.This has saved lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Women have a tendency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to get into their cars after shopping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; checkbook,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or making a list, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DON'T DO THIS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The predator will be watching you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and this is the perfect opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for him to get in on the passenger side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE. a. If someone is in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; car with a gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &amp;amp; is pointing it to your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DO NOT DRIVE OFF,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; repeat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DO NOT DRIVE OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Instead gun the engine and speed into anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wrecking the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your Air Bag will save you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the person is in the back seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he will get the worst of it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As soon as the car crashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bail out and run. It is better than having them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; find your body in a remote location. 5 . A few notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; about getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A.) Be aware:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; look around you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; look into your car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; at the passenger side floor ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and in the back seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; B..) If you are parked next to a big van,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; enter your car from the passenger door .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Most serial killers attack their victims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by pulling them into their vans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; while the women are attempting to get into their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; C..) Look at the car parked on the driver's side of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; your vehicle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and the passenger side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If a male is sitting alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to walk you back out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; better paranoid than dead.) 6. ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; take the elevator instead of the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; perfect crime spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This is especially true at NIGHT!) 7. If the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; predator has a gun and you are not under his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALWAYS RUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The predator will only hit you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a running target)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 in 100 times;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And even then, it most likely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WILL NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; be a vital organ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; RUN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Preferably !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in a zig -zag pattern! 8. As women,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; we are always trying to be sympathetic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; STOP . It may get you raped, or killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; well educated man, who ALWAYS played  on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sympathies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; limp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and often asked "for help" into his vehicle or with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; his vehicle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; which is when he abducted his next victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112419350290273317?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112419350290273317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112419350290273317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112419350290273317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112419350290273317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-not-love-but-i-like-it.html' title='Precautionary actions'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112367359028627751</id><published>2007-09-23T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:12:41.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Webbies'/><title type='text'>Pirate King Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://maplesea.com"&gt;Maple Story&lt;/a&gt; is too much of a &lt;s&gt;sissy&lt;/s&gt; simple game for me to handle. That is why I decided to move on to &lt;a href="http://piratekingonline.com"&gt;Pirate King Online&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17clRzVEwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/D_Deq7l_CRY/s1600-h/pirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17clRzVEwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/D_Deq7l_CRY/s400/pirate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142790357495649026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, it is rather similar to &lt;a href="http://tricksteronline.com"&gt;Trickster Online&lt;/a&gt;. Selection of character is rather limited. And the server seemed to be lagging all the time. Players seemed to have the tedency to use foul language. Perhaps the game masters are having a hard time maintaining the discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17dJBzVExI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fUzaGrtDGFA/s1600-h/pirateking_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17dJBzVExI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fUzaGrtDGFA/s400/pirateking_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142790971675972370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's still an enjoyable game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17dThzVEyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/H2edR2eCTBw/s1600-h/screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17dThzVEyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/H2edR2eCTBw/s400/screen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142791152064598818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're the kind that plays alone, disregarding other players, you won't mind this game. You can access site at http://piratekingonline.com or click &lt;a href="http://piratekingonline.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112367359028627751?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112367359028627751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112367359028627751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112367359028627751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112367359028627751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-boy-here-we-go-again.html' title='Pirate King Online'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17clRzVEwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/D_Deq7l_CRY/s72-c/pirate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116334108260908117</id><published>2007-09-22T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:12:41.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Webbies'/><title type='text'>Maple Story</title><content type='html'>I had nothing to do. So I thought I may as well resume to my gaming life. Except, I forgot my username and password!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An advice to everyone out there, always, always use the same username and password for everything. You're &lt;s&gt;becoming an old hag&lt;/s&gt; getting older and your memories are beginning to fail you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;a href="http://maplesea.com"&gt;Maple Story&lt;/a&gt; is some thing I consider playing when I don't want my brain to function at all. That's because it's a mindless game that you do not need to waste too much of your brain cells upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17apxzVEtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Qb5Busp8P0M/s1600-h/Maple_Story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17apxzVEtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Qb5Busp8P0M/s400/Maple_Story.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142788235781804754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a simple 2-D MMO RPG. It's cuteness is killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17a7RzVEuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NDcucoqbQIs/s1600-h/foto_maple_story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17a7RzVEuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NDcucoqbQIs/s400/foto_maple_story.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142788536429515490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;a href="http://maplesea.com"&gt;Maple Story&lt;/a&gt; is much simpler, but if you prefer a much more complicated game, perhaps this isn't suitable for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17bHxzVEvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/y0qFpDen8CE/s1600-h/2MapleStory-screenshot-BboingEe-111292514050-med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17bHxzVEvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/y0qFpDen8CE/s400/2MapleStory-screenshot-BboingEe-111292514050-med.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142788751177880306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never know you'll like unless you try it. Visit http://maplesea.com or click &lt;a href="http://maplesea.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116334108260908117?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116334108260908117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116334108260908117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116334108260908117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116334108260908117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/11/yet-more-sarcasm.html' title='Maple Story'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17apxzVEtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Qb5Busp8P0M/s72-c/Maple_Story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112143515251467001</id><published>2007-09-15T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:23:26.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Seriously, KK is not that uncivilised</title><content type='html'>Came across a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manga, &lt;/span&gt;never thought that's Japanese's impression of us sabahans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6316/572/1600/Twins%20Story%2002%20-%200812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6316/572/400/Twins%20Story%2002%20-%20081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6316/572/1600/Twins%20Story%2002%20-%200821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6316/572/400/Twins%20Story%2002%20-%20082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112143515251467001?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112143515251467001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112143515251467001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112143515251467001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112143515251467001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/07/seriously-kk-is-not-that-uncivilised.html' title='Seriously, KK is not that uncivilised'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112408802302100520</id><published>2007-09-13T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Putra Jaya fireworks</title><content type='html'>It was... disappointing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 2 hours of bus ride, then another 30 minutes walk to the main building, only to catch a glimpse of the fireworks. Merely disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only fun I had was posing in front of the camera with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17YSxzVEsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tBvhVBYMuG4/s1600-h/P9020053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17YSxzVEsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tBvhVBYMuG4/s400/P9020053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142785641621557954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, pole dancing in the bus was extremely exciting too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112408802302100520?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112408802302100520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112408802302100520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112408802302100520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112408802302100520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-those-having-exams.html' title='Putra Jaya fireworks'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17YSxzVEsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tBvhVBYMuG4/s72-c/P9020053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-111833915765679181</id><published>2007-09-10T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>The urge to live in fantasies</title><content type='html'>when i was young i used to imitate those 'cool' tv shows they had&lt;br /&gt;i was the yellow ranger in power rangers&lt;br /&gt;i was also raphel in ninja turtles&lt;br /&gt;i was also serenity in sailormoon =.=&lt;br /&gt;somehow&lt;br /&gt;living in fantasies seemed amusing&lt;br /&gt;and that i;m all grown up ( well, 'some' parts did grow a lil)&lt;br /&gt;and mature *spit your guts out! i know you all are laughing your heads off!*&lt;br /&gt;still can't help having fantasies and imaginations running wild in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be fun if some fantasies were to come true in reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many ppl bury themselves in their own fantasies, isolated and alienated from social circles&lt;br /&gt;well, that's a bad thing right&lt;br /&gt;so to say, these kinda things have to have its limits&lt;br /&gt;but it sure is kinda fun if , like in the manga,&lt;br /&gt;some cute cute super hot guys were to be attending your school and have cool background and cool personality&lt;br /&gt;and is soooooooooooooooooo deeply in love with you&lt;br /&gt;imagine those dramatic scenes woah&lt;br /&gt;cool le&lt;br /&gt;fun le&lt;br /&gt;nobody is thatttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt perfect le&lt;br /&gt;but if got these kind of ppl it would be so cool and fun leeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;it's all fantasies anyway&lt;br /&gt;no way c0uld there be bishies' club in our school&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;br /&gt;wonder if there's gonna be rpg games where as players themselves play in a fantasy game world, like in the anime 'hack sign'&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't that be the ultimate??!!&lt;br /&gt;wat typical thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to go to japan and marry a handsome , possibly cool background guy and live happy ever after&lt;br /&gt;that's no fantasy&lt;br /&gt;that's gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;*wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-111833915765679181?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/111833915765679181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=111833915765679181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/111833915765679181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/111833915765679181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/06/urge-to-live-in-fantasies.html' title='The urge to live in fantasies'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-5999139808169573779</id><published>2007-09-08T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>A poem</title><content type='html'>Here's a poem I did two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;shimmer excitement in me&lt;br /&gt;i turn to my left&lt;br /&gt;that's no one to share&lt;br /&gt;great disappointment bestow me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great moments to share&lt;br /&gt;but nobody care&lt;br /&gt;they'll come when&lt;br /&gt;i have cash to spare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-5999139808169573779?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/5999139808169573779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=5999139808169573779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/5999139808169573779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/5999139808169573779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/09/poem.html' title='A poem'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112593682719525583</id><published>2007-09-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:24:35.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Cam whore</title><content type='html'>We saw a poster in the university concerning a photo shooting competition. So we decided take a few with themes attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attack of the luscious lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17mdRzVE6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/tM5Rmg3KeL8/s1600-h/CIMG3175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17mdRzVE6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/tM5Rmg3KeL8/s400/CIMG3175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142801215172973474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17m2xzVE7I/AAAAAAAAALY/1cucqjMJ1SY/s1600-h/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17m2xzVE7I/AAAAAAAAALY/1cucqjMJ1SY/s400/12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142801653259637682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The itchiness in the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17nThzVE8I/AAAAAAAAALg/6b8PPtDa2uY/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17nThzVE8I/AAAAAAAAALg/6b8PPtDa2uY/s400/13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142802147180876738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we stood a chance in the competition?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112593682719525583?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112593682719525583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112593682719525583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112593682719525583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112593682719525583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-me.html' title='Cam whore'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17mdRzVE6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/tM5Rmg3KeL8/s72-c/CIMG3175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112272817281778516</id><published>2007-08-31T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Merdeka Day</title><content type='html'>This year Malaysia has reached it's 50th year of independence. Let's go take a rest and enjoy a brief's moment of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Chinese Malaysian, I would still say that there are racist among our &lt;s&gt;so called&lt;/s&gt; multi-racial country. The majorities are trying to control over the overpowering minorities. Even our culture are not genuine, and is adopted from other countries. At least this country tried to have an identity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia may be a free country but it has its boundaries. However, it's not my place to talk about it. I don't want to be involved in bloglitics anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, happy 50th Merdeka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17WwhzVErI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DmLjNU8IIuo/s1600-h/large_flag_of_malaysia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17WwhzVErI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DmLjNU8IIuo/s400/large_flag_of_malaysia.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142783953699410610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112272817281778516?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112272817281778516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112272817281778516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112272817281778516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112272817281778516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-poem-shucks.html' title='Merdeka Day'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17WwhzVErI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DmLjNU8IIuo/s72-c/large_flag_of_malaysia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116334383043999272</id><published>2007-08-25T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Beautiful day</title><content type='html'>Once in a while, you'll feel tired of the world. Tired of repeating your daily life, doing the same things over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel worthless, caught between fantasy and reality. That's when you need help. A prayer or a little motivation will do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day you'll feel like nobody understands you. Because nobody understands you the way you do, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's something to share when you feel amiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL DAY ISN'T IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Fresh Elastic for Stretched out Moms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out rotten. I overslept and was late for work. Everything that happened at the office contributed to my nervous frenzy. By the time I reached the bus stop for my homeward trip, my stomach was one big knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the bus was late- and jammed. I had to stand in the aisle. As the lurching vehicle pulled me in all directions, my gloom deepened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard a deep voice from up front boom, “Beautiful day, isn't it?” because of the crowd, I could not see the man, but I could hear him as he continued to comment on the spring scenery, calling attention to each approaching landmark. This church. That park. This cemetery. That firehouse. Soon all the passengers were gazing out the windows. The man's enthusiasm was so contagious I found myself smiling for the first time that day. We reached my stop. Maneuvering toward the door, I got a look at our “guide”: a plump figure with a black beard, wearing dark glasses, and carrying a thin white cane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116334383043999272?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116334383043999272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116334383043999272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116334383043999272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116334383043999272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-theres-no-one-to-turn-to.html' title='Beautiful day'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112843292890529696</id><published>2007-08-22T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:24:35.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>SS1 midnight snack</title><content type='html'>One of my dormmates had access to a car. Thus we were on our way for some midnight munch. I must say, it's been a while since I sat or drove one. The dormitory is such a confined place that one really feels locked away from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The midnight trip was refreshing. It was a feeling of relief being able to see humans again &lt;s&gt;rather than the same old boring faces&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dormitory only serves non-pork. Oh how we missed pork. Thus, we, gluttons have put extreme weight eating a month's worth of pork to satisfy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enclosed is a photo of our &lt;s&gt;sneaky&lt;/s&gt; trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17UoxzVEqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XDoRZlgTwYc/s1600-h/P9130013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17UoxzVEqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XDoRZlgTwYc/s400/P9130013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142781621532168866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112843292890529696?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112843292890529696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112843292890529696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112843292890529696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112843292890529696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/10/crazy-disco-dance.html' title='SS1 midnight snack'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17UoxzVEqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XDoRZlgTwYc/s72-c/P9130013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116463284536370487</id><published>2007-08-11T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:24:35.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Curly hair</title><content type='html'>This seemed to be the curled hair season. Everybody's getting their hair curled. Even both of my sworn sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17S1hzVEoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/alvy8QdN1eE/s1600-h/jie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17S1hzVEoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/alvy8QdN1eE/s400/jie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142779641552245378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17TMxzVEpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/U89DsXlZqqM/s1600-h/IMGA0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17TMxzVEpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/U89DsXlZqqM/s400/IMGA0672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142780040984203922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard curly hair makes you sexier. Then again it makes you old. It depends on one's opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116463284536370487?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116463284536370487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116463284536370487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116463284536370487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116463284536370487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-begining-good-bye-feigning.html' title='Curly hair'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17S1hzVEoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/alvy8QdN1eE/s72-c/jie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-113258032766016301</id><published>2007-08-04T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:24:35.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Family photo</title><content type='html'>Today for spanish class, we had to do a presentation on our own family. So I had my sister to send me a photo of our family. And she had to send me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17RWhzVEnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HWHVpN5frYA/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17RWhzVEnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HWHVpN5frYA/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142778009464672882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture's worth a thousand words. But judging by the looks of my expression, I don't even know how to begin to explain. Many would definitely interpret this wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably thinking;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's mad with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She owes her sister 10 thousand bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She just had botox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Her pants are on too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. That's her happy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the mere truth is, I just woke up from my sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-113258032766016301?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/113258032766016301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=113258032766016301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113258032766016301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113258032766016301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/11/driving-crazily.html' title='Family photo'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17RWhzVEnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HWHVpN5frYA/s72-c/IMG_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112367651243445929</id><published>2007-07-29T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:24:35.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>Natalie, a classmate, bought some local food back. It was kind of her to share with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never fond this dried food but I tried anyway. It's good to be courteous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17P6RzVElI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-Cl0GLoRBkg/s1600-h/food+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17P6RzVElI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-Cl0GLoRBkg/s320/food+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142776424621740626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17QBhzVEmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AKUjea9Jvqg/s1600-h/food+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17QBhzVEmI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AKUjea9Jvqg/s320/food+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142776549175792226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not delicious, but it's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112367651243445929?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112367651243445929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112367651243445929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112367651243445929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112367651243445929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/08/weird-phone-calls.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17P6RzVElI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-Cl0GLoRBkg/s72-c/food+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112722693660520652</id><published>2007-07-17T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>I miss my Neko</title><content type='html'>I heard that my baby cat Neko had missed me oh, very much. I miss you too baby! I guess  pets do sense something amiss when their owner's not around. I guess humans have friends and pets only have their owners. No wonder baby misses me, he doesn't have anyone else. Poor dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 4 years since I had him. That little rascal. Mummy misses you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17OShzVEkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/98ABo5JoUIs/s1600-h/neko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17OShzVEkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/98ABo5JoUIs/s320/neko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142774642210312770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112722693660520652?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112722693660520652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112722693660520652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112722693660520652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112722693660520652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/09/for-once-fictional-story.html' title='I miss my Neko'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17OShzVEkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/98ABo5JoUIs/s72-c/neko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-7091635833640465417</id><published>2007-07-08T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:24:35.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>A new laptop</title><content type='html'>My dad finally bought me a laptop. It wasn't exactly as I wanted but it's better than having none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROCESSOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intel Pentium Dual-Core Processor T2080&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1MB L2 Cache , 1.73GHz ,Â 533MHz FSB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEMORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DDR2 512MB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STORAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hard Drive 80 GB SATA HDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPTICAL DRIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Internal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DVD Super Multi Double-Layer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISPLAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WXGA (Ultra Bright) TFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.0" WXGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONNECTIVITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Network / LAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wireless LAN / Wifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUTPUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USB Ports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serial / Parallel Ports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OTHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Web Cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Card Reader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17MahzVEjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sn7PjrJIrC8/s1600-h/laptop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17MahzVEjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sn7PjrJIrC8/s320/laptop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142772580626010674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-7091635833640465417?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/7091635833640465417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=7091635833640465417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/7091635833640465417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/7091635833640465417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/03/yet-another-day.html' title='A new laptop'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17MahzVEjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sn7PjrJIrC8/s72-c/laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-6874501103226303156</id><published>2007-07-04T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Selfish much?</title><content type='html'>I was feeling a little down today. Friends called this attitude 'emo'. Maybe I should dress up gothic and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go out with my friends. Perhaps it'll will rid me of my mood swings. I wasn't my usual chitter-chatter self. So I had the opportunity to listen to my friend's conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well. Looks like everybody's not a good listener. Everybody seemed to caught up in their own world, talking about different things wanting the attention of others. Here's an example;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A: I like noodles.&lt;br /&gt;B: The weather's fine today.&lt;br /&gt;A: Noodles with fish is the best.&lt;br /&gt;B:Looks like it's going to be a great day to do some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;A: I must learn how to master the chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;B: Perhaps to the park today.&lt;br /&gt;A: But chopsticks are troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;B: Or maybe go climb a mountain today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently, they didn't realise they're on the same page. I hope I'm not like that. I'll try to be a good listener at it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-6874501103226303156?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/6874501103226303156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=6874501103226303156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/6874501103226303156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/6874501103226303156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/06/punny-conversation.html' title='Selfish much?'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-114546070417609217</id><published>2007-06-29T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Independence</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the day I fly to Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I won't be online for about a week due to the orientation. Another reason is because i hadn't get a laptop of my own. Please continue to support me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I survive the orientation. Rumours had it that seniors torture us juniors inhumanely. I hope the authorities had already start to take action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the news on http://161.139.39.251/akhbar/educ.higher/1998/ns98603.htm or click &lt;a href="http://161.139.39.251/akhbar/educ.higher/1998/ns98603.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-114546070417609217?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/114546070417609217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=114546070417609217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/114546070417609217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/114546070417609217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/04/envy-green.html' title='Independence'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116470950996413345</id><published>2007-06-18T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:24:35.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Of Languages and Linguistics</title><content type='html'>I have been accepted by University of Malaya to take up the Languages and Linguistics degree, I will be majoring in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just booked my ticket and I will be expecting to fly to Kuala Lumpur end of this month. Thank you everyone for your concern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome me to the world of Spanish culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17IdBzVEhI/AAAAAAAAAII/zBNq3EyH-AQ/s1600-h/map-of-spain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17IdBzVEhI/AAAAAAAAAII/zBNq3EyH-AQ/s400/map-of-spain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142768225529172498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17IlxzVEiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/r5d4Zfm_FAU/s1600-h/spain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17IlxzVEiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/r5d4Zfm_FAU/s400/spain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142768375853027874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116470950996413345?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116470950996413345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116470950996413345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116470950996413345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116470950996413345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorry-seems-to-be-hardest-word.html' title='Of Languages and Linguistics'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17IdBzVEhI/AAAAAAAAAII/zBNq3EyH-AQ/s72-c/map-of-spain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-3770506742505733232</id><published>2007-06-15T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:12:41.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Webbies'/><title type='text'>Trickster Online</title><content type='html'>After &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ragnarok_Online"&gt;Ragnarok&lt;/a&gt;, there isn't another game that gives me the thrills like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ragnarok_Online"&gt;Ragnarok&lt;/a&gt; did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16_1BzVEWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/E5EG2vnHpLo/s1600-h/ragnarok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16_1BzVEWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/E5EG2vnHpLo/s400/ragnarok.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142758742241382754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16_-xzVEXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uaCUUXcHApQ/s1600-h/ro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16_-xzVEXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uaCUUXcHApQ/s400/ro1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142758909745107314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ragnarok Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to find a replacement for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ragnarok_Online"&gt;Ragnarok&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I came across &lt;a href="http://www.tricksteronline.com"&gt;Trickster Online&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17BPBzVEYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xfMRagzmMuE/s1600-h/trickster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17BPBzVEYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xfMRagzmMuE/s400/trickster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142760288429609346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say that &lt;a href="http://www.tricksteronline.com"&gt;Trickster Online&lt;/a&gt; has replaced Ragnarok Online because to tell the truth, Trickster Online isn't as fun as Ragnarok Online because Ragnarok offers much more in graphics and system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17BixzVEaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/g-MYuyWa-zA/s1600-h/trickster3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17BixzVEaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/g-MYuyWa-zA/s400/trickster3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142760627732025762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you prefer a much simpler online game, I would suggest &lt;a href="http://www.tricksteronline.com"&gt;Trickster&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17BZBzVEZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HFZKoB80KAQ/s1600-h/trickster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17BZBzVEZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HFZKoB80KAQ/s400/trickster2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142760460228301202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you had played Ragnarok and loved it, you might not find Trickster as enjoyable and will tend to compare. But, you still can play Trickster to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17BuRzVEbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BWGy_PJ5rBo/s1600-h/trickster4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17BuRzVEbI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BWGy_PJ5rBo/s400/trickster4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142760825300521394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin your gaming journey, click &lt;a href="http://www.tricksteronline.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-3770506742505733232?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/3770506742505733232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=3770506742505733232&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/3770506742505733232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/3770506742505733232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/05/update-of-day.html' title='Trickster Online'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R16_1BzVEWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/E5EG2vnHpLo/s72-c/ragnarok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-4674580465642223698</id><published>2007-06-11T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:12:10.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>What kind of bunny are you?</title><content type='html'>Was browsing through a friend's blog today, and found an interesting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what kind of bunny are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;_height:250px; min-height:250px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12px; color:rgb(255,255,255); padding:3px; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which happy bunny are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="padding:5px; text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:Arial; background-color:rgb(216,233,237);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/yourgoodfriend/1041831264_skissmyass.gif"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything. You must be so proud&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/yourgoodfriend/quizzes/which+happy+bunny+are+you%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/yourgoodfriend/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(0,0,0);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=30474"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Lick&lt;/s&gt; Kiss my ass. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-4674580465642223698?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/4674580465642223698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=4674580465642223698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4674580465642223698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4674580465642223698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/05/amusing.html' title='What kind of bunny are you?'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-2576474173507527147</id><published>2007-06-09T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:24:49.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>How to 'hint' your Boss for a salary raise?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wonder on how to hint your boss for a salary raise without actually mentioning it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Bo $$,&lt;br /&gt;In thi$ life, we all need $ ome thing mo$t de $perately. I think you&lt;br /&gt;$hould be under$ tanding of the need$ of u$ worker $ who have given $o&lt;br /&gt;much $upport including  $ weat and $ervice to your company .&lt;br /&gt;I am $ure you will gue $$ what I mean and re$pond  $oon.&lt;br /&gt;Your $  $incerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, your boss would probably answer you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I kNOw you have been working very hard. NOwadays, NOthing much has&lt;br /&gt;changed. You must have  NOticed that our company is  NO t  doing&lt;br /&gt;NOticeably well as yet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOw the newspaper are saying the world`s leading eco NOmists are  NOt&lt;br /&gt;sure if our country may go into a NOther recession. After the&lt;br /&gt;NO vember presidential elections things may turn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have  NOthing more to add   NOw. You kNOw what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you get the idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-2576474173507527147?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/2576474173507527147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=2576474173507527147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/2576474173507527147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/2576474173507527147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-sorry.html' title='How to &apos;hint&apos; your Boss for a salary raise?'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-4363260487669427226</id><published>2007-06-07T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:12:41.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Webbies'/><title type='text'>Cheeselicious Cheesie's Cheeserland</title><content type='html'>I don't really read people's blog. That is, other than &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com"&gt;Kenny Sia's.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Cheesie's blog fairly interesting. However, to me, the main attraction was her &lt;a href="http://cheeserland.com/wardrobe"&gt;wardrobe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the special costume bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17EwRzVEcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/w7kGXafDKts/s1600-h/nottinnyce1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17EwRzVEcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/w7kGXafDKts/s400/nottinnyce1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142764158195143106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17E5RzVEdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/r-KYxJgAjAQ/s1600-h/509093615_dcf93a0a1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17E5RzVEdI/AAAAAAAAAHo/r-KYxJgAjAQ/s400/509093615_dcf93a0a1f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142764312813965778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17FBRzVEeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DIiRrAjmoNo/s1600-h/836103038_ee9ecd66fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17FBRzVEeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DIiRrAjmoNo/s400/836103038_ee9ecd66fa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142764450252919266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17FSBzVEgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gXslNG-YFfI/s1600-h/pink-bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17FSBzVEgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gXslNG-YFfI/s400/pink-bunny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142764738015728130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I wanna buy all! Some of her clothes are available for auction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not everyday when you meet someone who is beautiful, talented and smart at the same time. I do wish I could meet her in person. She seems to be an interesting person and that, you can see through the posts of her blog at http://www.cheeserland.com or click &lt;a href="http://www.cheeserland.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-4363260487669427226?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/4363260487669427226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=4363260487669427226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4363260487669427226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4363260487669427226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/05/buying-time-to-relax_23.html' title='Cheeselicious Cheesie&apos;s Cheeserland'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R17EwRzVEcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/w7kGXafDKts/s72-c/nottinnyce1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-4737890315843451167</id><published>2007-06-02T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Everybody's leaving</title><content type='html'>Ah, we have reached the month of June. Every seems to be leaving for further studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where everybody parts. I hope my application to the university would be approved soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in everything, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-4737890315843451167?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/4737890315843451167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=4737890315843451167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4737890315843451167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4737890315843451167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/05/impulse.html' title='Everybody&apos;s leaving'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-8682714956513061626</id><published>2007-06-01T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:12:10.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke'/><title type='text'>Women vs Men</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through my mails. And without thinking, I always delete all the forwarding e-mails because for me, it's a waste of time reading them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when the 'blah's are in your life, forwarded mails could cheer you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this extremely amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning, parental advisory! Feminist and sexist may be offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R164ShzVESI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JFcOoJKpmeI/s1600-h/equ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R164ShzVESI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JFcOoJKpmeI/s400/equ1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142750452954501410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R164axzVETI/AAAAAAAAAGY/29rFmSxld4Q/s1600-h/equ2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R164axzVETI/AAAAAAAAAGY/29rFmSxld4Q/s400/equ2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142750594688422194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R164jRzVEUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/myvfr0WDY5c/s1600-h/equ3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R164jRzVEUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/myvfr0WDY5c/s400/equ3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142750740717310274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R164sxzVEVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fOGVQeUrRdM/s1600-h/equ4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R164sxzVEVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fOGVQeUrRdM/s400/equ4.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142750903926067538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should make up an equation for men too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-8682714956513061626?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/8682714956513061626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=8682714956513061626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/8682714956513061626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/8682714956513061626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-amusing.html' title='Women vs Men'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R164ShzVESI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JFcOoJKpmeI/s72-c/equ1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-1034176146039582813</id><published>2007-05-28T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T05:11:17.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Gossips at work</title><content type='html'>Guess where am I now?&lt;br /&gt;at work~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogging when &lt;s&gt;the scary one&lt;/s&gt; boss is not around. I'm now working as an admin in a high school. &lt;s&gt;So called&lt;/s&gt; prestigious private high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot going on in this school. The &lt;s&gt;scary one&lt;/s&gt; boss is a nun, and she's all &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;huggy-huggy&lt;/span&gt; with the students and employees, that includes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I hate it, but it &lt;s&gt;gets creepy&lt;/s&gt; gives me the goosebumps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since it's a private school after all. Kids are &lt;s&gt;little devils&lt;/s&gt; brats here. Some even go to the extend of taking photos of students 'doing their business' in the toilets. There was one student that even threaten to hit the principal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even one brat that told me that his school fees were paying my salary so I should listen to whatever he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids nowadays, I'll be lucky to survive this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-1034176146039582813?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/1034176146039582813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=1034176146039582813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/1034176146039582813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/1034176146039582813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/05/crisis-crisis-crisis.html' title='Gossips at work'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-24824797057163649</id><published>2007-05-18T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:15:37.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>just a thought</title><content type='html'>i dunno why but i have a good feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;even pimples arent enough to pull me down today (oh why oh why i use that expression haha)&lt;br /&gt;its that kind of feeling that nothing can bring me down&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;but saying it now might mean my mood might be brought down later&lt;br /&gt;its kinda like a jinx&lt;br /&gt;if you're saying you're happy now&lt;br /&gt;something will come along and bring me you down&lt;br /&gt;its jinx&lt;br /&gt;so touch wood touch wood&lt;br /&gt;gotta go, listening to my fav song&lt;br /&gt;P.diddy feat. christina aguilera - tell me&lt;br /&gt;move that body yay baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-24824797057163649?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/24824797057163649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=24824797057163649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/24824797057163649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/24824797057163649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-thought.html' title='just a thought'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-440874425571822371</id><published>2007-05-16T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:15:37.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>simple conflictless day</title><content type='html'>ahh..&lt;br /&gt;today its those peaceful day where nothing big happens&lt;br /&gt;just having simple conversations of works undone&lt;br /&gt;smiling at the principal treating the students like little kids&lt;br /&gt;all these doesnt happen in my previous school&lt;br /&gt;heck, the principal won't even know i was a student for 7 years&lt;br /&gt;i think that's what i lack in my life&lt;br /&gt;'acknowledgment'&lt;br /&gt;acknowledgement of my existence in my family, school and social circle&lt;br /&gt;i suffer lack of attention in my family when i was the only child sent to a government school&lt;br /&gt;i travel to school by school bus and is mostly start class in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;when i wake up everybody is gone and then i'll be back home 'round 8 night&lt;br /&gt;i guess there's where i can't get along with my siblings&lt;br /&gt;i dun communicate&lt;br /&gt;then i got transfered by force to a school nearby my moved house&lt;br /&gt;i had to freaking walk to school&lt;br /&gt;i, having to walk and the only child in a government school&lt;br /&gt;compared to my siblings who had my parents to send them to school&lt;br /&gt;and plus a prestiges private school&lt;br /&gt;as a child i feel wounded and left sided&lt;br /&gt;alienated&lt;br /&gt;although i do carry the privileges of graduating from a government school now&lt;br /&gt;i cant help wonder why was i the only one sent to a different fate&lt;br /&gt;asking them questions concerning this would only lead them to say how much in benefit i am&lt;br /&gt;but that's not what i wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;at the time when they sent me there they dunno the benefits yet&lt;br /&gt;so what was their actual and primary reason of sending me apart!?&lt;br /&gt;alas, i'll be left to know that im not good enough for any of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's acknowledgment in school&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was a nobody there&lt;br /&gt;lastly social circle&lt;br /&gt;i suffer for acceptance, that, until now, i still hadnt get it&lt;br /&gt;i guess, people die for acknowlegment..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-440874425571822371?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/440874425571822371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=440874425571822371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/440874425571822371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/440874425571822371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/05/simple-conflictless-day.html' title='simple conflictless day'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-7134707232961285429</id><published>2007-05-15T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:15:37.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>cooped up</title><content type='html'>i dunno if im punishing myself &lt;br /&gt;or the rumours is killing me causing a mental breakdown&lt;br /&gt;or my confidence gets the second crush due to my facial breakdown&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;i refused to go out (even if im forced to go out, eg to work, i wear a cap)&lt;br /&gt;or be in interaction with others&lt;br /&gt;ppl send msg or call me (not that there's much anyway)&lt;br /&gt;i either dun answer or reply slowly or no reply at all&lt;br /&gt;that's how i am these days&lt;br /&gt;gloomy and moppy&lt;br /&gt;its not like im pissed at anyone&lt;br /&gt;just that&lt;br /&gt;i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;i feel so confused&lt;br /&gt;i find myself enjoying the company of much older ppl&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am turning old from all these experience&lt;br /&gt;tired of the conflict world and such&lt;br /&gt;i even find myself adoring and admiring an old man (teacher)&lt;br /&gt;makes me wanna pamper him for some reason just to win his smile&lt;br /&gt;his smile is so warm.. so real.. no hidden meaning behind that smile..&lt;br /&gt;i love it so much!&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love with his beautiful beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;just his smile is enough to cause me to do anything for him..&lt;br /&gt;if he would pat my head and call me a good girl i would be in cloud nine&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like im waiting to be saved&lt;br /&gt;but then again&lt;br /&gt;i gotta be tough&lt;br /&gt;i aint no cinderella &lt;br /&gt;maybe im just too tired of the world right now&lt;br /&gt;and im finding comfort with people who are much more interested in finding company rather conflict ( yes, elderly ppl)&lt;br /&gt;one thing i do know is that im stressing out much more than i ever imagine&lt;br /&gt;because i wake up one morning only to find 5 ulsers in my mouth my face all breakdown and my body exhausted like hell..&lt;br /&gt;this mental thing is taking my physicality down&lt;br /&gt;its gonna take time till i be ready to face the world again&lt;br /&gt;or any other ppl&lt;br /&gt;especially after how i screwed up big time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-7134707232961285429?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/7134707232961285429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=7134707232961285429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/7134707232961285429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/7134707232961285429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/05/cooped-up.html' title='cooped up'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-6219341671878160778</id><published>2007-05-12T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:15:37.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>not again</title><content type='html'>what am i doing again?&lt;br /&gt;screwing up my life over and over again&lt;br /&gt;im so screwed and torn up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-6219341671878160778?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/6219341671878160778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=6219341671878160778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/6219341671878160778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/6219341671878160778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-again.html' title='not again'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-2634846200602703905</id><published>2007-05-12T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:15:37.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>of gossips and rumours</title><content type='html'>you know&lt;br /&gt;when you come to think logically&lt;br /&gt;gossips and rumours are often ppl's best topic&lt;br /&gt;after all&lt;br /&gt;if you have nothing better to do&lt;br /&gt;or you have others to have an agreement or to verify your statement&lt;br /&gt;gossips often comes in handy&lt;br /&gt;that's why&lt;br /&gt;there's no one who's never been gossiped about or gossip bout other ppl before&lt;br /&gt;everybody's doing it, everybody falls victim on it&lt;br /&gt;so heck&lt;br /&gt;why do ppl do it?&lt;br /&gt;some say the root lies on envy&lt;br /&gt;some say they just wan somebody to verify and comfirm their statement of a certain someone&lt;br /&gt;some say they wanna ruin a person's reputation&lt;br /&gt;some say they dun have anything better to do&lt;br /&gt;some uses it to hide own's weakness by revealing other ppl's weakness just to prove they're the stronger in society&lt;br /&gt;some uses it to stable their confidence by trashing others&lt;br /&gt;ppl cant live without gossip&lt;br /&gt;you know, those juicy bit&lt;br /&gt;where you trash ppl eating them alive behind their back&lt;br /&gt;regardless whether it would ruin their frenship with the concerned&lt;br /&gt;but heck so why do i even bother?&lt;br /&gt;why does it hurt me so?&lt;br /&gt;heck, because i freaking care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-2634846200602703905?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/2634846200602703905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=2634846200602703905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/2634846200602703905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/2634846200602703905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-gossips-and-rumours.html' title='of gossips and rumours'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-5199919798275702941</id><published>2007-03-14T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:15:37.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>yet, another day</title><content type='html'>this trip turn out to be one of the worse trip i ever had&lt;br /&gt;'be open be open' you say&lt;br /&gt;my patience is being tested by the minute and i dunno how long i can take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;actually i kind reached my limit few days back&lt;br /&gt;but heck&lt;br /&gt;tried to be strong&lt;br /&gt;but its well nobody notice anyway&lt;br /&gt;people would just think i'm a whiny kid&lt;br /&gt;but anyway&lt;br /&gt;i know what step i took to change myself&lt;br /&gt;progress is slow&lt;br /&gt;but i tried hard&lt;br /&gt;you cant possibly expect me to change overnight do you?&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to offer to men's sensory pleasure anyway&lt;br /&gt;no beauty&lt;br /&gt;no personality&lt;br /&gt;no body&lt;br /&gt;which all leads to no privilege&lt;br /&gt;this is how an ugly has to survive&lt;br /&gt;this trip this trip&lt;br /&gt;i hate it so much!&lt;br /&gt;i see no point being here&lt;br /&gt;i see i have no frens&lt;br /&gt;i already know that&lt;br /&gt;but seeing it with my own eyes means i cant deny it any further&lt;br /&gt;i have no frens&lt;br /&gt;thou shalt pity me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-5199919798275702941?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/5199919798275702941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=5199919798275702941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/5199919798275702941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/5199919798275702941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/03/yet-another-day_14.html' title='yet, another day'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-4778615388101125078</id><published>2007-03-06T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:15:37.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>ta -ta for now</title><content type='html'>well im off to kl in a few hours&lt;br /&gt;its not permenant&lt;br /&gt;just two weeks of wasting&lt;br /&gt;mm&lt;br /&gt;abit of money issue&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'll handle well&lt;br /&gt;and no, i dun plan to hook up some rich guy to be my holiday bf so he can pay my expenses&lt;br /&gt;although it sounds tempting but  i tell you&lt;br /&gt;i ain't the kind that has the ability to catch ppl's attention&lt;br /&gt;and have a beauty to help me do it *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;anyhow&lt;br /&gt;i think im a bit soft hearted when in comes to frens&lt;br /&gt;desperate for really really true and close frens&lt;br /&gt;when they come to me with problem&lt;br /&gt;i try to act cool with it&lt;br /&gt;they come to me for cash&lt;br /&gt;and im thinking 'big deal, money can earn back what'&lt;br /&gt;but wait&lt;br /&gt;there's another lesson to be taught here&lt;br /&gt;money will always be a sensitive issue&lt;br /&gt;so, must always remember&lt;br /&gt;you wanna help a fren it's fine&lt;br /&gt;just be careful with it&lt;br /&gt;its hard to ask it back hor..&lt;br /&gt;and i have loads of frens shooting me for borrowing hard cash&lt;br /&gt;but i think that if you realy care for this money&lt;br /&gt;then money shouldnt be an issue&lt;br /&gt;jsut that..&lt;br /&gt;be smart lar&lt;br /&gt;well  i lack that&lt;br /&gt;and an advice for you readers is&lt;br /&gt;when you borrow money to ppl,&lt;br /&gt;just keep in mind that,&lt;br /&gt;there's a 70% chance t6hat your money won't come back&lt;br /&gt;so when you lend out your money&lt;br /&gt;the word 'lend' could mean 'give'&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-4778615388101125078?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/4778615388101125078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=4778615388101125078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4778615388101125078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/4778615388101125078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/03/ta-ta-for-now.html' title='ta -ta for now'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-6017924872153709021</id><published>2007-03-06T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:15:37.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>and off i go</title><content type='html'>well, i dunno how so suddenly it came to me that im a selfish bitch&lt;br /&gt;i realise that i show different personalities to different people&lt;br /&gt;it's funny in a way&lt;br /&gt;how come i can be so dam shameless and confident in front of a bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;and very shy and quiet in front of another?&lt;br /&gt;it is their confidence aura that threatens me?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why&lt;br /&gt;anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;as my eyes move from room to room&lt;br /&gt;i realise&lt;br /&gt;these are the people that i dun normally share interest with&lt;br /&gt;these arent the people i normally share interest with either&lt;br /&gt;then who do i share interest with&lt;br /&gt;it's like caught between two worlds&lt;br /&gt;the naughty one and the super nice one&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im in between&lt;br /&gt;in between is like being no where&lt;br /&gt;it's like an important role yet insignificant&lt;br /&gt;its hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;let's take the jane eyre novel for an example&lt;br /&gt;she's a government&lt;br /&gt;a highly priced profession&lt;br /&gt;well needed to educate rich brats&lt;br /&gt;but is tainted at and stuf&lt;br /&gt;im not saying im having that kind of status&lt;br /&gt;im just saying im having that kind of feeling&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;not accepted in neither ways&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i know every being in this planet craves for acceptance&lt;br /&gt;why do ppl work hard to be accepted?&lt;br /&gt;aha! to get attention to be noticed!&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;to be loved..&lt;br /&gt;why love...?&lt;br /&gt;because your existence would be such a dull and you would come to a point in life that you feel life's not worth the living and heck why waste your life when you can end it right?!?!&lt;br /&gt;WRONG! (heck at this point i dunno wat im mumbling about)&lt;br /&gt;beings crave for fulfillment of the starvation of the soul&lt;br /&gt;if suicide means the ending of everything&lt;br /&gt;then wat would you end up to be?&lt;br /&gt;having to realise in the end suicide din solve anything and made the situation all worse?&lt;br /&gt;how would you end the thirst of your heart&lt;br /&gt;the answer has always been this simple,&lt;br /&gt;to be ACCEPTED&lt;br /&gt;from ages to ages men have suffered just to be accepted in society, family, community etc you get the idea&lt;br /&gt;but how many ppl has actually been aware of ?&lt;br /&gt;sadly to say&lt;br /&gt;i bet its only a bundle of dam lucky ones&lt;br /&gt;i myself still struggle on the purpose of me being here&lt;br /&gt;i certainly have no achievement here in all my life&lt;br /&gt;i cause destruction&lt;br /&gt;but then again&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of the song that caught my attention today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'... what if there was only happiness, then there won't be anyone crying?..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or something like that&lt;br /&gt;cant remeber&lt;br /&gt;old fart's mind's betraying me&lt;br /&gt;if there was only happiness, there wont be sorrow&lt;br /&gt;if there wont be sorrow&lt;br /&gt;what ppl would known happiness&lt;br /&gt;happines would come like a bliss&lt;br /&gt;who wont want happiness then&lt;br /&gt;everyone would probably wanna get happier than 'happiness'&lt;br /&gt;perhaps up to the level of 'high'&lt;br /&gt;where idiots would be doing drugs and tramps would be doing sex as a daily routine&lt;br /&gt;schools would be teaching how to be happy by teaching kids to masturbate&lt;br /&gt;well this is how corrupted the world can be&lt;br /&gt;well, now i totally dunno what im talking about&lt;br /&gt;this is what happened when a girl wanna express yet dunno wat the hell she's talking about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-6017924872153709021?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/6017924872153709021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=6017924872153709021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/6017924872153709021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/6017924872153709021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-off-i-go.html' title='and off i go'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-5137227325778970536</id><published>2007-03-05T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:15:37.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>and again.</title><content type='html'>it's been some time since i updated..&lt;br /&gt;its funny, when im dam happy,&lt;br /&gt;i dun really see the mood to blog or anything&lt;br /&gt;but these few  days has been a drag&lt;br /&gt;real drag&lt;br /&gt;my random emotional breakdown has gotten to me again&lt;br /&gt;i have frens issue&lt;br /&gt;confidence issue&lt;br /&gt;bitches issue&lt;br /&gt;and here comes my blogging&lt;br /&gt;you know how pretty girls get all the priviledges in life?&lt;br /&gt;well, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;all the uglies suffer&lt;br /&gt;and im well aware that i am one of the uglies&lt;br /&gt;standing next to a gorgeous fren&lt;br /&gt;or your pretty sister&lt;br /&gt;makes you look so dull&lt;br /&gt;even your own frens seemed to prefer your pretty sister or your other pretty frens than you&lt;br /&gt;discouraging enough?&lt;br /&gt;its like, i crave for true frens to the soul&lt;br /&gt;but i stil cant find it&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i lost it&lt;br /&gt;low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;low self confidence&lt;br /&gt;low security&lt;br /&gt;i am also well aware of&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is&lt;br /&gt;no matter how high i build confidence&lt;br /&gt;in the end it'll be crushed by the true fact that ppl hate me becos im a bitch or cos im ugly&lt;br /&gt;uglies need spunk to survive in this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the bitches that caused trouble at my workplace&lt;br /&gt;are getting obnoxious&lt;br /&gt;every single day&lt;br /&gt;whether its true or not&lt;br /&gt;there's always a complain&lt;br /&gt;correction, complainS!&lt;br /&gt;i skipped work today, couldnt bear to face them,&lt;br /&gt;although for the past few weeks&lt;br /&gt;i put on a pretend mask, smiling sarcasticly at them&lt;br /&gt;they are really pulling down my confidence level&lt;br /&gt;enough with being ugly&lt;br /&gt;now i have no confidence in handling anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i tend to be possessive&lt;br /&gt;i know that&lt;br /&gt;even towards frens&lt;br /&gt;i'll try keep an open mind&lt;br /&gt;even if your good frens are even closer to their frens than you&lt;br /&gt;i know i have to expand my social circle&lt;br /&gt;so i dun feel like the end of the world when your frens care more on other frens&lt;br /&gt;jealousy sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as terrible as my days can be&lt;br /&gt;there's always a sweet memory that sent sweetness down my spine to my heart&lt;br /&gt;on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;well actually before my birthday&lt;br /&gt;steph organized some surprise party for me&lt;br /&gt;well actually i cant handle surprises&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to react to them..&lt;br /&gt;brought the whole gang,&lt;br /&gt;but its funny that she brought random groups,&lt;br /&gt;was so dam worry ppl would get bored,..&lt;br /&gt;anyway i hadnt got to the sweet part yet&lt;br /&gt;we went out played some pool&lt;br /&gt;and when i got back&lt;br /&gt;there was a present on my bed&lt;br /&gt;and i was thnking 'could it be my mum or sister'&lt;br /&gt;the wrapping was so special that i couldnt resist to open it right away&lt;br /&gt;you know i hated ppl who gave photo frames bcos i dunno whr to put them&lt;br /&gt;but this was special&lt;br /&gt;it was a picture of last year's b'day celebration..&lt;br /&gt;organised by him&lt;br /&gt;the next thing i know&lt;br /&gt;tears started flowing down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;and i tot i was heartless, ha!&lt;br /&gt;under the photo frame was some travel sick pills and a guidepaper of the LRT&lt;br /&gt;it was simple but the thought sent real warm feelings to my heart&lt;br /&gt;there was a letter in it&lt;br /&gt;reading it thru and thru set tears flowing endlessly&lt;br /&gt;it was the best present of them all&lt;br /&gt;best of the best&lt;br /&gt;you could give me diamonds, you could give me the latest anime, you could give me millions,&lt;br /&gt;but nothing can beat this present&lt;br /&gt;the only present that touched me&lt;br /&gt;the photo frame won first place on my shelf&lt;br /&gt;the letter, the pills, the LRT guide?&lt;br /&gt;treasured away in my cabinet where i often open up to check on it thru and thru&lt;br /&gt;it still sends a warm feeling in my heart&lt;br /&gt;but in a way&lt;br /&gt;it also tore my heart apart&lt;br /&gt;it reminds of the relationship that i didnt cherish enough&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me of the chance i threw away&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me how i hurt someone so much that i also can feel his pain&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me how naive i was&lt;br /&gt;how selfish i was&lt;br /&gt;but now reality shook me and made me face the fact that i wil never have him back..&lt;br /&gt;(dear readers, let me pause for a moment, as tears start to flow endlessly again)&lt;br /&gt;-a moment of silence please-&lt;br /&gt;i have been listening to news about him from frens&lt;br /&gt;pretending that i didnt care&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is&lt;br /&gt;i do care&lt;br /&gt;and was jealous when i hear how intimate the girls were to him&lt;br /&gt;but what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;i threw it away with my bare hands&lt;br /&gt;and i myself was to blame&lt;br /&gt;i cant deny the feelings i have for him&lt;br /&gt;i also cant change the fact that my chance is wayyyy over&lt;br /&gt;on chinese new year,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt think he was also coming to teacher's place&lt;br /&gt;when he shook my hand saying greetings&lt;br /&gt;it broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;i duno why but i can feel the barrier from him&lt;br /&gt;the shaking of hands was cold.. real cold that it went down my spine&lt;br /&gt;i can see tat i still am possessive towards him..&lt;br /&gt;shame on me..&lt;br /&gt;i also hate to see my sister flirt with my ex!&lt;br /&gt;possessive..&lt;br /&gt;the bitch that i am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-5137227325778970536?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/5137227325778970536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=5137227325778970536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/5137227325778970536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/5137227325778970536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-again.html' title='and again.'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-5627465373118328022</id><published>2007-01-20T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:15:37.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>another update</title><content type='html'>heh, new year&lt;br /&gt;but hadnt update didnt i&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;kinda gotten lazy to come online&lt;br /&gt;let's see&lt;br /&gt;what's happening in my life?&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to say&lt;br /&gt;im now a teacher in a kindergarten sch&lt;br /&gt;where as my mum is the principal (totally annoying)&lt;br /&gt;kids are driving me nuts&lt;br /&gt;and parents are well,&lt;br /&gt;they dun trust me&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cos i look freaking young!&lt;br /&gt;young = incapability&lt;br /&gt;totally not helping..&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;social life..&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;yeah!! im back to clubbing!!&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy it even more&lt;br /&gt;totally flirting with guys&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;no suitable candidate lerr&lt;br /&gt;no target lerrr&lt;br /&gt;so sad heh&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's better this way&lt;br /&gt;since its so dam hard to maintain a steady relationship&lt;br /&gt;im not ready for it&lt;br /&gt;so.. here goes larrr&lt;br /&gt;watever comes comes larr&lt;br /&gt;i guess university is the hottie paradise.. right..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;just have to wait for fate&lt;br /&gt;funneeehhh&lt;br /&gt;im going to return to dancing&lt;br /&gt;i really forgotten how it felt like to move your body with the music..&lt;br /&gt;and how good it feels..&lt;br /&gt;i need that back.,..&lt;br /&gt;gimme my music back!&lt;br /&gt;im coming home baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-5627465373118328022?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/5627465373118328022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=5627465373118328022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/5627465373118328022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/5627465373118328022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-update.html' title='another update'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116757326550214912</id><published>2006-12-31T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:15:37.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>New year resolutions</title><content type='html'>okie, its gonna be bye bye to 2006 and helo to 2007&lt;br /&gt;honestly,&lt;br /&gt;it's not gonna be such a big difference&lt;br /&gt;resolutions resolutions resolutions&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what i wished for last year&lt;br /&gt;but im thinking&lt;br /&gt;it has something to do with 'upgrading' myself&lt;br /&gt;well, i did change&lt;br /&gt;for better or for worse?&lt;br /&gt;well you be the judge&lt;br /&gt;i somewhat liked the changed self&lt;br /&gt;but mostly hate myself for the monster i've become&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what i have been doing&lt;br /&gt;3 relationships in a year&lt;br /&gt;omg!&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even realise&lt;br /&gt;the good news is&lt;br /&gt;i've become a better accomplish lover&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;i know i stank in treating bf&lt;br /&gt;i kinda amend myself in that&lt;br /&gt;im pleased with the progress&lt;br /&gt;but im just trying to hard to change myself to a good gf&lt;br /&gt;heck,&lt;br /&gt;i din even pay attention to my own feelings&lt;br /&gt;glad that's over&lt;br /&gt;but heck,&lt;br /&gt;3 relationships in its ruins..&lt;br /&gt;ish, hurt so many people&lt;br /&gt;my first resolutiobn is probably&lt;br /&gt;amending my relationship with the ones i hurt&lt;br /&gt;for now..&lt;br /&gt;there's one more&lt;br /&gt;but i wonder&lt;br /&gt;will the barrier between us be taken down?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd resolution&lt;br /&gt;concentrate on ma studies!&lt;br /&gt;right!&lt;br /&gt;i need to find the right group of study group this time&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;i've been so laid back&lt;br /&gt;this year i didnt hang out with the nerd group&lt;br /&gt;that's a BIG mistake&lt;br /&gt;im afraid to look at my results now&lt;br /&gt;but lets hope for the better&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get into ukm or um..&lt;br /&gt;im putting great hopes on myself&lt;br /&gt;MmM&lt;br /&gt;resolutions&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll just stick to trying to become a  better person in every single way&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;moving on,&lt;br /&gt;been hanging with my past ex's (well 'cept one, working on that)&lt;br /&gt;i now believe that ex makes the BEST of frens&lt;br /&gt;i duno,&lt;br /&gt;i understand them more&lt;br /&gt;and yeah,&lt;br /&gt;they're more daring to taint me&lt;br /&gt;perhaps that was the mistake there&lt;br /&gt;that, i nevr understand them completely before i engage into a relationship&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;that's gonna change&lt;br /&gt;i should take my time and understand them&lt;br /&gt;who knows?&lt;br /&gt;everybody deserves a second shot at anything&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing when you dunno what's coming your way..&lt;br /&gt;sigh it's sad when your 'fun' buddies are leaving to continue studies or watever&lt;br /&gt;we're getting old and we'll probably not behave like kids again&lt;br /&gt;well i cant wait to be accept in da local uni in west m'sia&lt;br /&gt;then maybe i can relive my youth again&lt;br /&gt;i like discovering the new me..&lt;br /&gt;with sean yew -  they keep track of my life and we talk bout everything&lt;br /&gt;with kim and mel -   i'm well relaxed and be myself to the fullest (yes, the whacky louise) and ppl look up to me&lt;br /&gt;with aaron - i enjoy our intellectual talks although i m not in the same level with him (he's more intelligent) i can be 'me' when im with him.. im gonna miss you, you're leaving tomoro..&lt;br /&gt;with von - very observant, gives me opinions and advices that's really appliable, vry cool to hang out with but.. she got busy social life woah!&lt;br /&gt;with jonathan alvin gerard ++ church group - you ppl are unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;with ian - gorgeous voice, glad to see you open up more to us/me, i look forward to seeing you again ,sadly he's leaving tomoro with aaron too =(&lt;br /&gt;with steph - i know you've been there for me =)&lt;br /&gt;with 'k' - you have done so much.. you mean so much.. wish i could have done the same.. hope we patch things up soon&lt;br /&gt;with kambing lisa - you ppl so out of the blue, yeah will help whenever you call me and i'll call you when i need to punch somebody&lt;br /&gt;with huey ye and tty - thanks for being there when i need somebody&lt;br /&gt;with eric - show me your sexy body, miss living together!&lt;br /&gt;with rock - hey, see ya soon! good to know you dun avoid me anymore&lt;br /&gt;with ching ching mei jin mei juin lok hwa ying shin - so long no see horr.. wan go out out horr&lt;br /&gt;happy new year everybody&lt;br /&gt;and i look forward to meeting all of you soon&lt;br /&gt;that is,&lt;br /&gt;before i disappear completely to kl or out the country =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116757326550214912?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116757326550214912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116757326550214912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116757326550214912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116757326550214912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New year resolutions'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116623628484702433</id><published>2006-12-16T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:15:37.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Just Like Any Other Day</title><content type='html'>today is like any toher day&lt;br /&gt;may or may not go out..&lt;br /&gt;well it doesnt matter because it would still bore me&lt;br /&gt;and christmas doesnt feel like christmas i wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i cant get into the mood&lt;br /&gt;i cant go christmas shopping either&lt;br /&gt;no money how to buy haha&lt;br /&gt;but very sorry towards those that already buy present for me&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;you guys really like buying presents!&lt;br /&gt;and i dun feel like driving&lt;br /&gt;though i think alot of ppl has become my driver&lt;br /&gt;so sorry but i just dun feel like driving..&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;one big news is that i broke up&lt;br /&gt;another big news is im already half way over it&lt;br /&gt;i guess im not cut out for this dating business&lt;br /&gt;yeah i totally got dumped again&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i make a good gf&lt;br /&gt;so i may lay off the whole dating thing&lt;br /&gt;then again&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to say&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;you cant predict what's coming to you&lt;br /&gt;just enjoy life and careful not to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;my pride and dignity scattered but am picking up the pieces now&lt;br /&gt;god,&lt;br /&gt;i wished i hadnt hurt so many ppl&lt;br /&gt;me and the recently broke up one are still good buddies.. he calls once in a while&lt;br /&gt;but me with 'k'.. things dun seemed to get any better..&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wonder if things wil ever patch up between us&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i doubt&lt;br /&gt;missing the chance to take graduation photos with him&lt;br /&gt;like hell&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldnt be mourning for the loss&lt;br /&gt;since i guess its my fault after all&lt;br /&gt;but heck..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno larr&lt;br /&gt;thigns dun go my way lerrr&lt;br /&gt;it always hadnt..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116623628484702433?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116623628484702433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116623628484702433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116623628484702433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116623628484702433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-like-any-other-day.html' title='Just Like Any Other Day'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116471648273170121</id><published>2006-11-28T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>all rests in love</title><content type='html'>there's always two sides in a story&lt;br /&gt;which do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;i prefer the one with rainbows and a bright sky&lt;br /&gt;yeah totally&lt;br /&gt;avoid conflict&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;it isnt a question of pride or winning an arguement&lt;br /&gt;its what you gain frm everything&lt;br /&gt;so wat if i will lose my pride everything&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;it isnt worth losing a frenship i obviously cherish&lt;br /&gt;its not bout being calculative&lt;br /&gt;its bout giving&lt;br /&gt;selflessness&lt;br /&gt;so everybody have a piece of selfishness in each other&lt;br /&gt;but bear in mind&lt;br /&gt;forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;i definitely have a lot to learn&lt;br /&gt;i sarcrifice because i wan to&lt;br /&gt;not because i have to&lt;br /&gt;frenship is not so&lt;br /&gt;i wan to do this because i love you&lt;br /&gt;i have a choice to become who i wan&lt;br /&gt;and i have been an ass a bitch or watever its called&lt;br /&gt;anyhow&lt;br /&gt;the matter isnt about who is right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;it isnt bout who is taken advantage of or given the advantage&lt;br /&gt;its about having a big heart&lt;br /&gt;be who you are&lt;br /&gt;and who you wan to be&lt;br /&gt;take a leap and cherish ppl around you&lt;br /&gt;because they make who you are&lt;br /&gt;learn from them&lt;br /&gt;mistakes and goodness&lt;br /&gt;then you'll be like Blake (some famous guy in the english literature thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'see the world in a grain of sand, see heaven on the petal of a flower'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i know i can be a bigger person than that .. i know i can grow up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116471648273170121?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116471648273170121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116471648273170121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116471648273170121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116471648273170121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-rests-in-love.html' title='all rests in love'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116334498110286531</id><published>2006-11-12T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>it has always been there</title><content type='html'>insecure ..&lt;br /&gt;my handphone, silent as can be&lt;br /&gt;is the proof of nobody wan to be in contact with me&lt;br /&gt;picture,&lt;br /&gt;nobody has invite me to take photos with them&lt;br /&gt;because im a figure meant to be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;nobody wans to remember a whiny, complaining selfish kid.&lt;br /&gt;graduation&lt;br /&gt;i actually feel very depress unable to partake..&lt;br /&gt;seeing ppl's enthusiasm putting them in in frenster and blogs&lt;br /&gt;made me felt worse&lt;br /&gt;it could be better off this way&lt;br /&gt;im meant to be forgotten anyway&lt;br /&gt;few years down the line&lt;br /&gt;nobody would know i even exist&lt;br /&gt;swift and silently i leave..&lt;br /&gt;who am i anyway?&lt;br /&gt;a person worth to befriend&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;im just a nobody&lt;br /&gt;more and more like a baby&lt;br /&gt;crying over every little thing&lt;br /&gt;i dunno who i am anymore&lt;br /&gt;when im laughing&lt;br /&gt;i can actualy feel my depression&lt;br /&gt;and the crying of my soul&lt;br /&gt;wat's happiness to me?&lt;br /&gt;yet, nobody wans to know&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;pathetic as it seems&lt;br /&gt;nobody will have to know&lt;br /&gt;the pain and sufferings inside&lt;br /&gt;im not the only one suffering in the world anyway&lt;br /&gt;nobody will need to know that there's anyone suffering now&lt;br /&gt;because it wont mean to anyone at all&lt;br /&gt;everybody's suffering&lt;br /&gt;so why bother with mine?&lt;br /&gt;should take care of those having worse problems than mine&lt;br /&gt;im just nothing&lt;br /&gt;a nobody&lt;br /&gt;if my suffering could exchange with somebody's happiness&lt;br /&gt;then so be it&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;pretending can be such a habit&lt;br /&gt;masking my emotion would be perfect&lt;br /&gt;since being myself only leads to more backstabbing and foul talking&lt;br /&gt;why not be something ppl wish you to be&lt;br /&gt;a stereotype&lt;br /&gt;a machine to entertain ppl&lt;br /&gt;without thinking of my ability and inability&lt;br /&gt;do drugs do robbing live life on the edge&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;its not like someone would care&lt;br /&gt;the desperate things i do to get frens&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i need them yet i cant wan them&lt;br /&gt;unless i change myself to please them&lt;br /&gt;i change too much until i dunno wats it like to be me again..&lt;br /&gt;im lost..&lt;br /&gt;but who cares right?&lt;br /&gt;i dun even care anymore..&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;back to becoming the good girl ppl wish me to be&lt;br /&gt;till next time,&lt;br /&gt;if there're any reader (i doubt)&lt;br /&gt;i'll play push ups with my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;and put on my best show&lt;br /&gt;ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116334498110286531?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116334498110286531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116334498110286531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116334498110286531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116334498110286531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-has-always-been-there.html' title='it has always been there'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116265733423412486</id><published>2006-11-05T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>sa rang hae yo</title><content type='html'>is it too much to ask for one sms every three days&lt;br /&gt;to show abit of affectionate?&lt;br /&gt;to bloody show you care the least bit?&lt;br /&gt;i guess so&lt;br /&gt;so insecure..&lt;br /&gt;i hate this..&lt;br /&gt;caught in between my own game&lt;br /&gt;i think..&lt;br /&gt;im losing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116265733423412486?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116265733423412486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116265733423412486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116265733423412486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116265733423412486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/11/sa-rang-hae-yo.html' title='sa rang hae yo'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116238620885797704</id><published>2006-11-01T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Life's full of crap</title><content type='html'>happy b'day to a special person^^&lt;br /&gt;nobody wans to be alone during their b'day huh?&lt;br /&gt;yap i so agree!&lt;br /&gt;one must not be alone on one's b'day&lt;br /&gt;hope that your day was a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh,&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;back to my life story&lt;br /&gt;another week of hell for me&lt;br /&gt;endless blastings from my parents&lt;br /&gt;i really REALLY wanna move out for the sake of peace and quiet&lt;br /&gt;the shouting begins at dawn and screamings last till night&lt;br /&gt;sarcasm and hysteria screams&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i cant really take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;useless. Useless. USELESS!&lt;br /&gt;that's wat i was being called every single day at least three times&lt;br /&gt;Good for Nothing, Sore Eye, Wanna Slap You&lt;br /&gt;is all i the 'compliments' i could get&lt;br /&gt;as calm as i am in these screams as if im the one they're scolding&lt;br /&gt;it's kind like 'ouch' when they say that my presence made them wanna hit me&lt;br /&gt;MmMm..&lt;br /&gt;even studying pisses them off&lt;br /&gt;so i dun think i can do anything that's pleasing for them&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY do wanna move out&lt;br /&gt;so i can avoid being the sore eye as they said i was&lt;br /&gt;i doubt they allow&lt;br /&gt;but i'll definitely need the peace and quiet i could get&lt;br /&gt;in order to study&lt;br /&gt;i rahter be ignored completely&lt;br /&gt;then being blast with sarcasm blames and screams&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;how my mother would always like to remind how old i am&lt;br /&gt;and how little or in this case, NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;that i had achieve&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion&lt;br /&gt;she calls me USELESS&lt;br /&gt;a WORTHLESS piece of junk&lt;br /&gt;that cant even do hard labour&lt;br /&gt;she wans me to get out of her sight&lt;br /&gt;but never let me be excused to my room to have my own moment&lt;br /&gt;she never fail  to remind me&lt;br /&gt;how meaningless i am in this family, community and world&lt;br /&gt;'love thy family and be true'&lt;br /&gt;its easy to love but hard to get along&lt;br /&gt;so maybe they love me&lt;br /&gt;and im sorry to say&lt;br /&gt;we totally cant get along&lt;br /&gt;afte the exam&lt;br /&gt;i'll be looking for a place to bulk in&lt;br /&gt;i just cant stand it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;if i could i would move out now..&lt;br /&gt;it has always been my dream since i was 10 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a very moody person&lt;br /&gt;i depend on mood swings when i study&lt;br /&gt;and now&lt;br /&gt;i totally got in down side of it&lt;br /&gt;ths is not looking good&lt;br /&gt;think im gonna stay long hours in sch and find some way to get out to study at night&lt;br /&gt;then again,&lt;br /&gt;i have NO friends&lt;br /&gt;so there's practically NOBODY to look for!&lt;br /&gt;har ahr!&lt;br /&gt;in my own face!&lt;br /&gt;fuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116238620885797704?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116238620885797704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116238620885797704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116238620885797704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116238620885797704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/11/lifes-full-of-crap.html' title='Life&apos;s full of crap'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116177282902891262</id><published>2006-10-25T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>yet, another set back</title><content type='html'>today well..&lt;br /&gt;it SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;in stead of elaborately explaining in proper ways&lt;br /&gt;i'll just say it&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;S.U.C.K.S!!&lt;br /&gt;im tired of pretending that im okay&lt;br /&gt;that my relationship with my family is totally okay&lt;br /&gt;that im okay with all my frens&lt;br /&gt;who am i to kid?&lt;br /&gt;myself!&lt;br /&gt;these few days i hadnt quite been myself&lt;br /&gt;when ppl asked me something&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to think consciously, reasonably&lt;br /&gt;not instinctively&lt;br /&gt;just to answer to question to their liking&lt;br /&gt;not to my liking&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if others sense my recent moodiness&lt;br /&gt;but i guess they did&lt;br /&gt;since i kept hearing them say&lt;br /&gt;'did you enjoy yourself?'&lt;br /&gt;'how was your day?'&lt;br /&gt;'had fun?'&lt;br /&gt;as much as i would like to give a positive answer&lt;br /&gt;inside me&lt;br /&gt;it hadnt been the least bit fun&lt;br /&gt;i was just playing push ups with my lips and cheek&lt;br /&gt;even the happiest moments was just an okay moment for me&lt;br /&gt;somethings seems to be holding me back to have joy to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna think bout that&lt;br /&gt;since its my problem i'll have to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;one thing's for sure&lt;br /&gt;im certainly am in bad term with my parents&lt;br /&gt;with their empty promises for giving me the lavish prom i wished for since last year&lt;br /&gt;this year's a worse one than last year's&lt;br /&gt;i hadnt got a dress&lt;br /&gt;anything!&lt;br /&gt;only a shop to the bargain reject store&lt;br /&gt;which i totally doubt would even have one dress in it!!&lt;br /&gt;fuck!&lt;br /&gt;and they asked if i could get a refund from the prom?!!&lt;br /&gt;wat the FUCK man!&lt;br /&gt;they made me missed my graduation party in form 5&lt;br /&gt;a graduation BBQ this year form 6&lt;br /&gt;and now my senior prom!??&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF MY DAM LIFE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116177282902891262?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116177282902891262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116177282902891262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116177282902891262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116177282902891262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/yet-another-set-back.html' title='yet, another set back'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116152303708606199</id><published>2006-10-22T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>A little angel</title><content type='html'>been reading chicken soup this weekend&lt;br /&gt;two whole books of it!&lt;br /&gt;i must say, after first few stories&lt;br /&gt;i stopped crying&lt;br /&gt;maybe i got numb and all&lt;br /&gt;some of the stories bout determination courage and love started to bore me&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i couldn't do it&lt;br /&gt;that was why i didn't really enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;then again&lt;br /&gt;wat reminds imprinted on my mind was a story bout a little angel&lt;br /&gt;it caught me thinking of the angel around me&lt;br /&gt;a darling protecting you from behind without you realising it&lt;br /&gt;i found my angel&lt;br /&gt;but my angel stripped his wings..&lt;br /&gt;and doesnt wan to come near me now&lt;br /&gt;my own angel who runs away from me&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps i've been running away after all&lt;br /&gt;an angel play a significant role&lt;br /&gt;you may or may not see it&lt;br /&gt;the little miracles they've done&lt;br /&gt;you'd probably wont appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;until you lost it..&lt;br /&gt;my little angel&lt;br /&gt;shall never return..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116152303708606199?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116152303708606199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116152303708606199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116152303708606199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116152303708606199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-angel.html' title='A little angel'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116127380436724949</id><published>2006-10-19T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>sense of identity</title><content type='html'>people been in search of their identity through out their lives&lt;br /&gt;often i wonder&lt;br /&gt;wat's my talent?&lt;br /&gt;wat made me, me?&lt;br /&gt;wat's my purpose in life?&lt;br /&gt;would i get through life in rich fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;or just merely waste away&lt;br /&gt;even as i get older&lt;br /&gt;things seemed more complicated and harder to understand&lt;br /&gt;there were times i wish i was brain dead&lt;br /&gt;seeing people's suffering made me feel how fortunate i am&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand&lt;br /&gt;i wish there weren't people more unfortunate than i am&lt;br /&gt;complicated as it seems&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;am i doing my life right?&lt;br /&gt;i hadnt seem to achieve something in my life&lt;br /&gt;how do i achieve it?&lt;br /&gt;where do i start?&lt;br /&gt;how do i start?&lt;br /&gt;with all these questions&lt;br /&gt;i might as well do nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;then again&lt;br /&gt;it's like sitting there and waiting to rot&lt;br /&gt;i cared for every little things in life&lt;br /&gt;why shouldnt i care bout the every BIG things in my life?&lt;br /&gt;i would i be unreasonable on the little things and overlook the big things?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;doesnt these little things made me for who i am today&lt;br /&gt;and my accomplishment in nothing made me ignorant to the BIG things in life&lt;br /&gt;if life was easy to understand&lt;br /&gt;then god must be slacking off&lt;br /&gt;the quest of an identity is a life long process&lt;br /&gt;i just need to figure out&lt;br /&gt;wat's my path&lt;br /&gt;one question one answer&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;im still unable to answer that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116127380436724949?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116127380436724949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116127380436724949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116127380436724949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116127380436724949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/sense-of-identity.html' title='sense of identity'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116126949546238984</id><published>2006-10-19T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>the bigger aspect in life</title><content type='html'>am i a nuisance?&lt;br /&gt;am i nothing but annoyance?&lt;br /&gt;recently,&lt;br /&gt;i have got this feeling&lt;br /&gt;though people reassured me that it's not true&lt;br /&gt;i do feel im a burden to people&lt;br /&gt;in a way&lt;br /&gt;the point of my existence irritates people&lt;br /&gt;i felt invisible&lt;br /&gt;even if im not around,&lt;br /&gt;it's not like people had noticed&lt;br /&gt;then again,&lt;br /&gt;my disappearance made it opportunity to others to gossip bout me&lt;br /&gt;whether or not i did wrong&lt;br /&gt;whether or not i goofed off&lt;br /&gt;i minimised my habit of clinging to people&lt;br /&gt;or seeing people&lt;br /&gt;or smsing people&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;it seemed that&lt;br /&gt;with my little contact, little sms&lt;br /&gt;still,&lt;br /&gt;people still wan more privacy away from me&lt;br /&gt;those 'what if' questions start to pop out of my head&lt;br /&gt;maybe my existence was not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;if the world hadnt had me&lt;br /&gt;it would probably be a better place&lt;br /&gt;this sort of feeling can't be helped&lt;br /&gt;it can only be overcome by my own self&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;it's not like anyone would wanna help me get over it&lt;br /&gt;pathetic as it seemed&lt;br /&gt;i do depend on frens ALOT&lt;br /&gt;yet..&lt;br /&gt;one by one is fading away&lt;br /&gt;it made me wonder&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dun deserve or am worthy enough to have a fren&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;maybe i treat them like shit&lt;br /&gt;i guess i am..&lt;br /&gt;bitch and all&lt;br /&gt;i probably back to square one&lt;br /&gt;all this question bout betrayal and traitor and deceit&lt;br /&gt;can't be blamed&lt;br /&gt;i guess im not the good fren material&lt;br /&gt;seeking the purpose of life is harder than i though&lt;br /&gt;reminds me bout the time i heard on the radio&lt;br /&gt;'everybody needs a fren'&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i totally need a fren&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;im losing them all at once..&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;frens.. where to get them?&lt;br /&gt;im not surprise if one day i lost my sanity&lt;br /&gt;i do wish to lose it though&lt;br /&gt;so i wont have to think straight&lt;br /&gt;no worries no problem&lt;br /&gt;because im already out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;i wish somebody could hug me and reassured me that everything's okay now..&lt;br /&gt;then again&lt;br /&gt;im wishing too much&lt;br /&gt;no one could love me for the bitch that i am&lt;br /&gt;frens..&lt;br /&gt;need them but can't want them..&lt;br /&gt;let me go hide in my lonely corner now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116126949546238984?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116126949546238984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116126949546238984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116126949546238984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116126949546238984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/bigger-aspect-in-life.html' title='the bigger aspect in life'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116108402812451831</id><published>2006-10-17T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>words.</title><content type='html'>words are just words.&lt;br /&gt;forgot where i read that from..&lt;br /&gt;must be one those those words from literature&lt;br /&gt;words are just a fancy item where it can be easily used for deceit, manipulate etc etc&lt;br /&gt;mm.. totally agree&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what's its like to look into somebody's eyes to see the sincerity in their words?&lt;br /&gt;serious,&lt;br /&gt;how do you look into people's eyes?&lt;br /&gt;all i see is a black circle haha!&lt;br /&gt;whose words would you believe?&lt;br /&gt;of course, you prefer to hear it from an authority figure&lt;br /&gt;one of whom you would rather trust&lt;br /&gt;let's take the taiwan incident&lt;br /&gt;words from his mouth seemed to be mistrusted now&lt;br /&gt;how did it happen?&lt;br /&gt;hell, i dunno&lt;br /&gt;i hadnt pay attention to the news haha!&lt;br /&gt;words words words..&lt;br /&gt;it's so easy to bluff somebody&lt;br /&gt;but then again&lt;br /&gt;how do you convince other with your words?&lt;br /&gt;god, i just had my muet speaking test today&lt;br /&gt;and may i say how terrible i did!!&lt;br /&gt;never had i been in a group discussion where as nobody speaks up!&lt;br /&gt;how am i going to control the flow of idea of the group without dominating the whole conversation&lt;br /&gt;that's hard&lt;br /&gt;it was totally a disaster&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;may consider retaking it next year&lt;br /&gt;words words!&lt;br /&gt;would would you choose to believe?&lt;br /&gt;you heard too many stories before&lt;br /&gt;so how do you tell them apart&lt;br /&gt;from the lies and deceit to the truth and honest&lt;br /&gt;trust your heart&lt;br /&gt;and believe what you wanna&lt;br /&gt;hold to your belief&lt;br /&gt;you must trust yourself more than others&lt;br /&gt;im not saying relying on your intuition&lt;br /&gt;but by your senses&lt;br /&gt;all of them!&lt;br /&gt;i wish to believe people i love and trust&lt;br /&gt;lies or not&lt;br /&gt;i dun care,&lt;br /&gt;because i rahter be caught dead in their lies rather than being apart from judgeful people&lt;br /&gt;do not judge others&lt;br /&gt;judge yourself first&lt;br /&gt;totally well said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116108402812451831?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116108402812451831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116108402812451831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116108402812451831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116108402812451831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/words.html' title='words.'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116047617895637578</id><published>2006-10-10T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>yet, another update</title><content type='html'>shortly after i blogged the previous post&lt;br /&gt;i realised at the end of the post&lt;br /&gt;i did the blaming thing again&lt;br /&gt;in which i was restraining myself from&lt;br /&gt;anyhow&lt;br /&gt;i think i should GROW UP&lt;br /&gt;and MATURE&lt;br /&gt;from this whole thing&lt;br /&gt;so i shouldn't take it all in&lt;br /&gt;words are merely words&lt;br /&gt;so why take them so seriously&lt;br /&gt;unless it's the truth&lt;br /&gt;maybe, because it was the truth&lt;br /&gt;that was why i was pissed&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;i began to believe the rumours are true..&lt;br /&gt;if i'll ignore&lt;br /&gt;maybe it'll go away&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;at least sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;high school life is gonna end soon&lt;br /&gt;so why dun i make the best out of it&lt;br /&gt;and make out with people&lt;br /&gt;the only problem now is to have the people to accept me&lt;br /&gt;which takes time&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt rush people in forgiving or accepting me&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll try to patiently wait&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116047617895637578?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116047617895637578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116047617895637578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116047617895637578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116047617895637578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/yet-another-update.html' title='yet, another update'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116045916344110257</id><published>2006-10-10T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Oops, i did it again!</title><content type='html'>phew, after hours of mindless gaming (yes, back to the old life)&lt;br /&gt;pampering myself with hairdos and treatments&lt;br /&gt;showering mother care to my baby cat(neko's choking senselessly and still is)&lt;br /&gt;i think i was able to retain back some consciousness, senses, and etc&lt;br /&gt;looking back at previous post&lt;br /&gt;it's totally one sided&lt;br /&gt;without considering the feelings of others,&lt;br /&gt;well at least it's gotta be since it's MY rambling blog&lt;br /&gt;then again,&lt;br /&gt;it revealed the selfish side of me&lt;br /&gt;i am, after all, defending and protecting myself..&lt;br /&gt;clearing my head of the whole incident&lt;br /&gt;who was to blame exactly?&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY!&lt;br /&gt;it just seemed to happen to the wrong person at the wrong place at the wrong time and at the wrong impression&lt;br /&gt;everything that's put together is just a MISMATCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so EXACTLY how can i make this better&lt;br /&gt;ask a stupid question and you get a stupid answer,&lt;br /&gt;the answer is; THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT&lt;br /&gt;time is still the best solution to all&lt;br /&gt;i remember in chinese literature,&lt;br /&gt;'put your unsolved problems to tomoro and tomoro will make it better'&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's the only way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i got too much when i start to feel hatred and pointing fingers&lt;br /&gt;it's probably caused by the emotion overdrive&lt;br /&gt;i do have been in the washing machine concerning my feelings&lt;br /&gt;and yes, rumours and gossips still bites me in the back&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i cant change another's perspective since they do not know me&lt;br /&gt;they only judge me based on other's judgement of me&lt;br /&gt;i hardly know myself&lt;br /&gt;if what i did was wrong&lt;br /&gt;then why did i do it?&lt;br /&gt;was it to agitate someone?&lt;br /&gt;challenge someone?&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;i did it all in respect of my feelings&lt;br /&gt;why would i force myself to do something just to tick someone off?&lt;br /&gt;LIKE I HAVE THE TIME TO DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't even wanna waste my time on that!&lt;br /&gt;it happened spontaneously&lt;br /&gt;suddenly&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i won't deny the fact that i find him (current bf) pleasant&lt;br /&gt;but to be with him wasn't input in my mind yet&lt;br /&gt;i was still stranding around with life&lt;br /&gt;until i fell for his kindness&lt;br /&gt;what surprised me is taht we began shortly after that&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna give it a few weeks to observe my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;but it amazed me few days then we end up together&lt;br /&gt;things took a turn when he and i turn out to be the same kind of people&lt;br /&gt;one that took seriously of what's happening 'now'&lt;br /&gt;'now' that we like each other, 'now' we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;no time a waste&lt;br /&gt;i won't say im toying him&lt;br /&gt;i won't say im serious either&lt;br /&gt;we're not intimately close&lt;br /&gt;it's sometimes like not having a bf at all&lt;br /&gt;but i dun mind&lt;br /&gt;it's what i like now&lt;br /&gt;but if it hurts someone (which i know now it does)&lt;br /&gt;i had considered ending it&lt;br /&gt;but would it be fair?&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;it's totally biased&lt;br /&gt;so i won't touch that sensitive topic for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to 'k',&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i said those cruel things before&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wasnt fair to you in our previous relationship&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't a thing i did to make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;though you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't say a thing about it&lt;br /&gt;after all&lt;br /&gt;it's your pay back time&lt;br /&gt;i know you would say soemthing to defend saying you didn't intend to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;but in the defensive line&lt;br /&gt;you did hurt me&lt;br /&gt;intentionally or unintentionally&lt;br /&gt;consciously or unconsciouisly&lt;br /&gt;words are a powerful weapon&lt;br /&gt;and people who took them in&lt;br /&gt;suffer horribly&lt;br /&gt;i took them in,&lt;br /&gt;took them all in&lt;br /&gt;paid a high price for it&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not a time to amend things&lt;br /&gt;so im avoiding you&lt;br /&gt;yes, im escaping from truth&lt;br /&gt;im avoiding you all i can&lt;br /&gt;to avoid you means i have to avoid your frens too&lt;br /&gt;do you know how much your frens love you?&lt;br /&gt;being by you side, protecting and defending you&lt;br /&gt;but hurting me in the process??&lt;br /&gt;words are powerful&lt;br /&gt;im disgusted by how much you reveal my weakness to others&lt;br /&gt;but since it's the truth (and another half lies too)&lt;br /&gt;i can't do anything about it&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll mature in all of this&lt;br /&gt;and ignore your spreading words of me to others&lt;br /&gt;and stop crying..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116045916344110257?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116045916344110257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116045916344110257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116045916344110257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116045916344110257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops, i did it again!'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116040962190594708</id><published>2006-10-09T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>yet, another poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;murderer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beast you summoned&lt;br /&gt;arised from within&lt;br /&gt;restrain your conscious&lt;br /&gt;let evil take in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a psycho path&lt;br /&gt;to call it short&lt;br /&gt;kill no remorse&lt;br /&gt;then put on more salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hypocrite you are&lt;br /&gt;though you try to hide&lt;br /&gt;you call upon athena&lt;br /&gt;but thy being me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mindlessly numb&lt;br /&gt;victim to all&lt;br /&gt;hands of blood&lt;br /&gt;not a sea can wash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move with the motion&lt;br /&gt;that is the key&lt;br /&gt;control the wave&lt;br /&gt;where taunting begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumours, gossips&lt;br /&gt;boy, you're so smart&lt;br /&gt;stripped off innocence&lt;br /&gt;cruelty at heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little at first&lt;br /&gt;not noticable&lt;br /&gt;one spreads a hundred&lt;br /&gt;my name is no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i know you&lt;br /&gt;in less expected way&lt;br /&gt;now uglyness revealed&lt;br /&gt;so who is the fool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116040962190594708?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116040962190594708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116040962190594708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116040962190594708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116040962190594708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/yet-another-poem.html' title='yet, another poem'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116040423671018413</id><published>2006-10-09T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>played me a fool</title><content type='html'>i always wonder&lt;br /&gt;in this whole incident&lt;br /&gt;who was the fool of it all?&lt;br /&gt;it hadnt come across me until today that,&lt;br /&gt;i WAS the fool!&lt;br /&gt;someone once said to me&lt;br /&gt;knowing people's true face,&lt;br /&gt;makes me the winner because i lived through it, and survived it&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;i think it's the other way round&lt;br /&gt;because they (traitors, liars, backstabbers , or in this case the people around me or involved during 'the' incident)&lt;br /&gt;intend to let you see their 'truth' towards you&lt;br /&gt;hurtful and devastating it is&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing i can do to stop it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who IS the victim in this circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;well, it really depends on which side you're on..&lt;br /&gt;if you're on my side (or just trying to kiss my ass)&lt;br /&gt;you'd probably say (not think) that my actions were appropriate&lt;br /&gt;if you're on his side ( close frens, his social circle, watever)&lt;br /&gt;you'd probably dished me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the difference between dishing me behind my back and dishing me but i found out.&lt;br /&gt;you dished me behind my back i would probably never know and never get hurt&lt;br /&gt;wat you dunno won't hurt after all&lt;br /&gt;but if i totally find out (which i find it stupid)&lt;br /&gt;the pain is excruciating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 'k', (again?)&lt;br /&gt;i do not know who to trust right now,&lt;br /&gt;who is telling me lies, who is just being an ass or a jerk&lt;br /&gt;because i'd been hearing stories, too many stories&lt;br /&gt;and it's totally clashing with the stuff you told me&lt;br /&gt;not to say i dun take your word for it&lt;br /&gt;im now VERY defensive for the pain that's already been caused&lt;br /&gt;do you THINK that you're the only victim now?&lt;br /&gt;whether you intentionally or unintentionally, consciously or unconsciously inflicted mental wounds on me, i seriously do not know&lt;br /&gt;what i do know is,&lt;br /&gt;you can't stop it from happening&lt;br /&gt;so you're saying that you did not make my life a hell&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is,&lt;br /&gt;you already did.&lt;br /&gt;knowing you is probably the best thing that happened in my life&lt;br /&gt;i never found any person more courteous than you&lt;br /&gt;and more profound than you&lt;br /&gt;i admired you&lt;br /&gt;looked up to you&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;br /&gt;now, i just wish i NEVER knew you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116040423671018413?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116040423671018413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116040423671018413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116040423671018413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116040423671018413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/played-me-fool.html' title='played me a fool'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116027011607761693</id><published>2006-10-08T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>a poem</title><content type='html'>this was a poem i did in july 2005&lt;br /&gt;kinda reflect how im feeling these few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggle of the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't breath&lt;br /&gt;nor can i see&lt;br /&gt;what lays ahead&lt;br /&gt;all fears and pain&lt;br /&gt;the experience of life&lt;br /&gt;what's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what have i learn&lt;br /&gt;all pain and no gain&lt;br /&gt;the battles i fought&lt;br /&gt;the strength to move on&lt;br /&gt;no will i live on&lt;br /&gt;what's life to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring forth the tears&lt;br /&gt;hidden deep within&lt;br /&gt;why hadnt i shown&lt;br /&gt;the torture of soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i struggled and smile&lt;br /&gt;put on my best show&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside&lt;br /&gt;a damn i dun shove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a heart i lost&lt;br /&gt;in a forgotten time&lt;br /&gt;a web of fantasy&lt;br /&gt;that's where i lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under a shield&lt;br /&gt;of self consciousness&lt;br /&gt;what have i done&lt;br /&gt;to my shameless self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all lies no truth&lt;br /&gt;what can i tell&lt;br /&gt;no trust binded&lt;br /&gt;that's all foretold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trapped in fear&lt;br /&gt;just as said&lt;br /&gt;as fear itself&lt;br /&gt;is fear instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words are just words&lt;br /&gt;what's to decribe?&lt;br /&gt;made to make worth&lt;br /&gt;all lies b'come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the torture of soul&lt;br /&gt;how predictable&lt;br /&gt;for feelings alone&lt;br /&gt;dun move the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hide your self well&lt;br /&gt;do not get hurt&lt;br /&gt;for the road is still long&lt;br /&gt;the journey is still hot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crappy poem that i did more than a year ago, dun really have literature blood in my veins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116027011607761693?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116027011607761693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116027011607761693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116027011607761693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116027011607761693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/poem.html' title='a poem'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116013817926590517</id><published>2006-10-06T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Frustration released?</title><content type='html'>today was kinda pleasant..&lt;br /&gt;which was kinda surprising as well&lt;br /&gt;i tot i'd probably be in turmoil&lt;br /&gt;but it did turned out kinda okay&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i temporary got it out of my system&lt;br /&gt;at least i do get to concentrate on my exam a while which was so dam hard!&lt;br /&gt;i had to leave sch early today because i feel that the longer i stay in sch&lt;br /&gt;the more emotionally involved i am&lt;br /&gt;i used to find the sch to be a tranquil place&lt;br /&gt;my sanctuary away from problems&lt;br /&gt;now that the problem is in sch&lt;br /&gt;i seriously do not know where to find peace&lt;br /&gt;home was never a place of peace&lt;br /&gt;and now that i am grounded&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i can find it anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;i feel much more inward&lt;br /&gt;keeping most to myself&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to find someone you trust these days&lt;br /&gt;its hard to identify between enemies and friends&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's best not to bother and live with it&lt;br /&gt;i'll just have to watch my step and not to be suck into the cruel world&lt;br /&gt;i'll touch you but never feel you..&lt;br /&gt;that's my new principle..&lt;br /&gt;just in case i get hurt&lt;br /&gt;but i feel it's pathetic&lt;br /&gt;because i'll never learn wat true frenship are&lt;br /&gt;but who would care of the bullshit&lt;br /&gt;since sincere frenships are hard to get nowadays&lt;br /&gt;its a basic principle of i-use-you-you-use-me now&lt;br /&gt;anyhow&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i live through&lt;br /&gt;and get the last laugh&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116013817926590517?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116013817926590517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116013817926590517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116013817926590517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116013817926590517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/frustration-released.html' title='Frustration released?'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-116004926204299492</id><published>2006-10-05T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>One of those days..</title><content type='html'>today is one of those days i wish i never got up to&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was a good idea to cut the crap&lt;br /&gt;and be the pig i am and continue sleeping&lt;br /&gt;but NoOo i had to be hardworking and go to school to study&lt;br /&gt;only to face those nasty rumours, more stabbings and more enemies&lt;br /&gt;i do not know what are so called 'friends' anymore&lt;br /&gt;or merely,&lt;br /&gt;i do not know how to choose frens&lt;br /&gt;or worse,&lt;br /&gt;the problem came out from Me!, me and ME!&lt;br /&gt;this friend thing must been an issue in all my life&lt;br /&gt;it's like&lt;br /&gt;hard to find a sincere person taht's really pure from the heart&lt;br /&gt;betrayal, used, treason!&lt;br /&gt;in a relationship, i think it could be that i have become selfish&lt;br /&gt;at first, i'll give you unconditional advantage against me&lt;br /&gt;as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;the taking advantage thing goes out of hand&lt;br /&gt;and instead of frenship&lt;br /&gt;i feel used.&lt;br /&gt;and this sort of feeling would get me insecure&lt;br /&gt;because i know&lt;br /&gt;that once i am of no more use to the person&lt;br /&gt;they'll dump me&lt;br /&gt;ditch me..&lt;br /&gt;i always talk about expanding my social circle&lt;br /&gt;i never realised that i do have many acquintance&lt;br /&gt;all i have to do&lt;br /&gt;is befriend them more&lt;br /&gt;but i know&lt;br /&gt;to break into a frenship circle thats already been built for so long&lt;br /&gt;is hard&lt;br /&gt;that's why for me, making new friends is hard&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should hide in my corner for the rest of my life..&lt;br /&gt;bitter life it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 'K',&lt;br /&gt;thanks ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;you have now succeeded in making my life a living hell!&lt;br /&gt;i guess your revenge doesn't end here.&lt;br /&gt;because you won't be satisfied with just making me miserable!&lt;br /&gt;you wan me raw, you wan me suffering&lt;br /&gt;my soul has to be in flames just to present at your feet as a sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;if that's you wan, that so be it&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i can do anything to stop it&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is punishment for me who doesnt even deserve to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish for a new beginning in life away from here&lt;br /&gt;since my leave wont matter&lt;br /&gt;no heart that cant bear for my departure&lt;br /&gt;i wont be hesistant to leave&lt;br /&gt;the problem would be,&lt;br /&gt;would i ever be accepted in a new place as how i was never accepted in a place i've been for so long?&lt;br /&gt;the answer is NOT&lt;br /&gt;but what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;this is life&lt;br /&gt;life that chose me&lt;br /&gt;fate that kills me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-116004926204299492?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/116004926204299492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=116004926204299492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116004926204299492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/116004926204299492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days..'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-115996963479681766</id><published>2006-10-04T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Correction</title><content type='html'>i noticed earlier when i post about my big breakup with my latest ex&lt;br /&gt;that i said i could never get over him,&lt;br /&gt;and that the next guy i'm dating is going to be a substitute&lt;br /&gt;i MUST make it clear  that&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY GOT OVER HIM!! AND AIN'T NO GUY IS A SUBSTITUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i didnt love enough,&lt;br /&gt;you can't blame me for saying stuff that'll happen in the future&lt;br /&gt;who knows what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;i could say that im gonna be a porn star and a bikini model&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt mean that its gonna happen, is it!?&lt;br /&gt;the first thing you should know is,&lt;br /&gt;you should not, i repeat, SHOULD NOT&lt;br /&gt;believe too much in stuff that happened months ago&lt;br /&gt;MONTHS AGO!!&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, im in ever changing moods every single day and week and monthss&lt;br /&gt;so be up to date and dun go thinking im such a nincumpuk who lost her sanity during blogging&lt;br /&gt;well, sometimes i do blog when i lost my sanity hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so dun go taking my words that i blog months ago too seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the roses the guy gave me, planning to throw away,&lt;br /&gt;the roses start to stir up some stink fest&lt;br /&gt;he mp3 player macam dah rosak haha&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i actually have nothing to remember him upon&lt;br /&gt;i do know that he's back in kl and i guess must be online online larr&lt;br /&gt;but i guess he'll eventually block me&lt;br /&gt;i dun mind though&lt;br /&gt;i guess i think haha&lt;br /&gt;at least, the likes of him is at the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone is troubling me though&lt;br /&gt;after all&lt;br /&gt;who wans to live knowing that someone in this world hates you? no, right?&lt;br /&gt;anyhow&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to bear with it&lt;br /&gt;till he understands&lt;br /&gt;which i dun think will happen anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;but if he still persist to act so&lt;br /&gt;i might burst my bubble and give him a slap!!&lt;br /&gt;wake up!!!&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE THE ONE THAT SAID YOU'LL PROTECT ME UNTIL ANOTHER GUARDIAN COMES ALONG!!&lt;br /&gt;NOW YOU'RE SAYING THAT ME HAVING ANOTHER BF IS USING YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;CUT THE CRAP AND WAKE UP!!&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I HARDLY CLAIM ANYONE AS ONE&lt;br /&gt;EVEN 'SHE' ISNT ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW IF YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND THIS&lt;br /&gt;I DUN EXPECT YOU TO UNDERSTAND ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;IT APPEARS LIKE YOU NEVER KNOW ME&lt;br /&gt;SO BE IT,&lt;br /&gt;HAVE IT YOUR WAY&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-115996963479681766?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/115996963479681766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=115996963479681766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115996963479681766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115996963479681766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/correction.html' title='Correction'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-115987433226846106</id><published>2006-10-03T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:16:44.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Because of you</title><content type='html'>.. right&lt;br /&gt;i was going to say adios to my blogging life&lt;br /&gt;because logging in could be such a havoc&lt;br /&gt;yap! that's right, i hate logging in, just as i hate logging into frenster&lt;br /&gt;it takes too dam long time!&lt;br /&gt;by the time it has loaded in,&lt;br /&gt;my inspiration are all on off mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do think its necessary to blog this&lt;br /&gt;in a way&lt;br /&gt;i cant say im trying to redeem myself, yet it could be too&lt;br /&gt;but i was planning to blog this last week but got too dam busy with some dam shit art project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'misunderstood, yet it's an understatement'&lt;br /&gt;is my sentence of the day&lt;br /&gt;i did not stop blogging because everything exciting has stop happening in my life&lt;br /&gt;i merely stop blogging because i dun get a hold of the computer anymore and cos i find a pain to log in&lt;br /&gt;any way,&lt;br /&gt;To 'K',&lt;br /&gt;you were NEVER a substitute !&lt;br /&gt;to me, you hold a special place in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;mm.. people asked me, why can't i accept you again?&lt;br /&gt;the answer is simple, i could never find the courage to love the second time.&lt;br /&gt;i once heard someone say, that the bravest thing one could do is to love again&lt;br /&gt;i used to think its absurd&lt;br /&gt;but ironically its true, no wonder 'he' could never accept me again,  not that i hadnt got over him, i already did.&lt;br /&gt;i see now, you found out&lt;br /&gt;my little secret,&lt;br /&gt;yes i have engaged myself in another relationship&lt;br /&gt;in a way i felt i betray you (because i clearly knew how you felt)&lt;br /&gt;but i wanted to give myself a chance&lt;br /&gt;to have a very very casual relationship&lt;br /&gt;one that i feel i wont be bound to one&lt;br /&gt;a VERY VERY carefree relationship&lt;br /&gt;where i wont consider the future&lt;br /&gt;or any strings attached&lt;br /&gt;the kind that i dun wan to go in too deep&lt;br /&gt;but i dun think you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;beccause i know you're already in too deep&lt;br /&gt;and being too 'in' too deep is wat i wanna avoid right now&lt;br /&gt;that's why i chose him&lt;br /&gt;i know you hate me&lt;br /&gt;called me a BITCH&lt;br /&gt;but i guess im unforgivable&lt;br /&gt;im not going steady in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;like i told you before, i wanted to have a stable relationship, one that'll last for years&lt;br /&gt;ever since the last breakup&lt;br /&gt;i think its not possible to happen any time soon&lt;br /&gt;that's why im planning to have light casual carefree, not bound, not attached, not too close relationship&lt;br /&gt;anyhow&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing much to say t o bail myself out of htis mess&lt;br /&gt;so i'll end here&lt;br /&gt;whether you will get over it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-115987433226846106?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/115987433226846106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=115987433226846106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115987433226846106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115987433226846106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/10/because-of-you.html' title='Because of you'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-115262909194301439</id><published>2006-07-11T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>working out</title><content type='html'>another day another terror&lt;br /&gt;i realise that, no one comes to visit my blog anybody&lt;br /&gt;so it doesnt matter if i grumble or moan&lt;br /&gt;in a way&lt;br /&gt;my fren was right&lt;br /&gt;in the end, you're left alone&lt;br /&gt;in facing daily problems&lt;br /&gt;you solve it&lt;br /&gt;but if you caught in between&lt;br /&gt;you'll be eventually alone and thats when you dunno who to sought&lt;br /&gt;problems are unique&lt;br /&gt;you cant tell it to all&lt;br /&gt;i hate ppl who dwell ever so long on the same problems over and over again&lt;br /&gt;i think im sort of that person to&lt;br /&gt;does that mean i need a slap on the cheek?&lt;br /&gt;opening to problems is the beginning to changes&lt;br /&gt;i realise ppl tend to blame otehr for mistakes&lt;br /&gt;nobody wans to admit that it could be our own wrong&lt;br /&gt;even if we're willing to admit&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt mean we'll change&lt;br /&gt;i kinda understand how von feels when i couldnt get over 'him'&lt;br /&gt;its the same frustration i feel for my other fren who still cant get over a guy and even plans to hurt him&lt;br /&gt;we're same&lt;br /&gt;but in a way&lt;br /&gt;i feel we're differnt too&lt;br /&gt;i know he didnt dump me for cheating against me&lt;br /&gt;it was for a reasonable reason&lt;br /&gt;so why should i hold my anger against him?&lt;br /&gt;we're frens after all&lt;br /&gt;wat i dun understand is&lt;br /&gt;ppl tend to hurt others when they dun get wat they wan&lt;br /&gt;face it&lt;br /&gt;life is complicated&lt;br /&gt;if ppl always had wat they wan&lt;br /&gt;they probably wouldnt have felt the joy of all joys&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling of achieving it&lt;br /&gt;ppl are silly&lt;br /&gt;they tend to give good advice but practice otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have problems controling my temper&lt;br /&gt;after exploding i think back and feel its my wrong&lt;br /&gt;but its dignity hwo refused me to apologise&lt;br /&gt;i do try to control&lt;br /&gt;i realise there is a teeny weeny change in me&lt;br /&gt;i do think twice before exploding which is good&lt;br /&gt;ppl still think that im unreasonable&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;as long as i myself know that&lt;br /&gt;i did change for the better&lt;br /&gt;only at a real slow speed&lt;br /&gt;but they need not know that&lt;br /&gt;because only myself know me&lt;br /&gt;watever i say wont make you change the way you think of me&lt;br /&gt;so why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true i hate the bitch (my faggot sister)&lt;br /&gt;but she has her good sides too&lt;br /&gt;though its very little hehe&lt;br /&gt;but it deosnt mean i dun care bout her&lt;br /&gt;i still respect ppl's feelings (though ppl cant tell)&lt;br /&gt;watever we do we must think openly&lt;br /&gt;though i must say my little sister got in my nerves&lt;br /&gt;(though she normally doesnt)&lt;br /&gt;for without reason already is blaming me for something she already judged as me&lt;br /&gt;things has its lots of perspectives&lt;br /&gt;though i really got pissed for being accused at and shouted at f0r all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;i cant say she's wrong because she was thinking form her perspective&lt;br /&gt;in a way&lt;br /&gt;you can say she's selfish, she believes too much in wat her eyes tell her and wat she believes me to be, a bad guy&lt;br /&gt;and im selfish too, i had to curse her just to get rid of the bad mood she caused for shouting at me&lt;br /&gt;i find ppl who tell me TOO MUCH of her family problem is really a pain in the neck&lt;br /&gt;so me telling my frens my family relationship problem also could be a pain in the neck&lt;br /&gt;tahts why i decided to blog it rahter than telling it&lt;br /&gt;its not that anybody would enjoy the ramblings of my blog&lt;br /&gt;so this will be my ignored blog that me myself only know&lt;br /&gt;god bless the ppl around&lt;br /&gt;and please bestow me the open heartedness to forgive and understand ppl's mind&lt;br /&gt;so that 'she' can be open too before is start slapping her awake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-115262909194301439?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/115262909194301439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=115262909194301439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115262909194301439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115262909194301439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/07/working-out.html' title='working out'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-115235962765461648</id><published>2006-07-08T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>im back</title><content type='html'>i guess now you can say im entirely back!&lt;br /&gt;with new found confidence (actually its whackiness!!)&lt;br /&gt;though i do have problems in handling my social life&lt;br /&gt;but im trying to amend it ^^&lt;br /&gt;god my english gotta  improve&lt;br /&gt;the teacher so mean go say me wrong this and that in front of so many ppl sob sob...&lt;br /&gt;my relationship with my family.. well...&lt;br /&gt;i still hate that bitch of all bitches, pretense of all pretense, the thorn up my spine, the stab in the heart the super bitch among bitches&lt;br /&gt;though i myself is a bitch&lt;br /&gt;but i really not setanding with the super bitch&lt;br /&gt;even yvonne is not setanding with the super bitch&lt;br /&gt;though yvonne is the bitch princess&lt;br /&gt;pun not setanding&lt;br /&gt;there are two kinds of bitches&lt;br /&gt;one is the fucking bitch&lt;br /&gt;and the other is the well, you can say entertaining bitch&lt;br /&gt;as you can see&lt;br /&gt;fucking bitch is the annoying selfish full of fuck bitch&lt;br /&gt;and super bitch is in this category&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;speaking bout bitches&lt;br /&gt;her bitching every single day is reminding me how much i wanna get my own room&lt;br /&gt;or better, my own place!!&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;it'll soon be my time&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait&lt;br /&gt;4 more months and im out of her fake bitching territory&lt;br /&gt;then another 6 months later im out of her bigger bitching territory&lt;br /&gt;yay!!&lt;br /&gt;only 10 months to go&lt;br /&gt;god that sounds so far&lt;br /&gt;but together with the other bitches' help&lt;br /&gt;we will be able to bitch her out of her bitching business&lt;br /&gt;man, hearing her bitching voice makes me feel restless&lt;br /&gt;mm..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;hope she can sleep with all the bitching hehehehe.. (and no, im not planning something sinister)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-115235962765461648?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/115235962765461648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=115235962765461648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115235962765461648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115235962765461648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back.html' title='im back'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-115133143772710970</id><published>2006-06-26T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>hi guys and gals!!&lt;br /&gt;as of now, im okay&lt;br /&gt;no trouble sleeping or watsoever (temporary, dunno when's my down moood again)&lt;br /&gt;but still ahve the occasion of  talking bout him and our sweet memories of the relationship&lt;br /&gt;(mind you im not talking bad bout him)&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;moving along&lt;br /&gt;homework well.. let's say i do finsh them..eventually ahahar&lt;br /&gt;just got report card&lt;br /&gt;i wont say its crappy&lt;br /&gt;but its not good either&lt;br /&gt;i guess we need to feel the heat of the upcoming exam to really get the study fire going!!&lt;br /&gt;har har&lt;br /&gt;though i did say i'd quit clubbing (have i even started it?)&lt;br /&gt;but someitmes after going once for the sake of birthday, you'll keep going to the next for the sake of temptation!!&lt;br /&gt;har har&lt;br /&gt;i must say&lt;br /&gt;my old habits are coming&lt;br /&gt;which at first im proud to have quit&lt;br /&gt;but i guess... changing takes LOTS of patience&lt;br /&gt;har har har&lt;br /&gt;the stpm examination is around the corner&lt;br /&gt;and im not thinking of studying yet&lt;br /&gt;instead&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of enjoying the life after exam&lt;br /&gt;....right&lt;br /&gt;if i'd ever survive it har ha r har!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-115133143772710970?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/115133143772710970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=115133143772710970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115133143772710970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115133143772710970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/06/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-115080918127682361</id><published>2006-06-20T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>picking up the shattered</title><content type='html'>it's been 19 days since the big break up..&lt;br /&gt;i had let go for bout like over one week like that..&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda going smooth despite the few stabs in the heart when i saw his car in damai&lt;br /&gt;but recently&lt;br /&gt;these two days&lt;br /&gt;i have been having trouble sleeping&lt;br /&gt;it's not as bad as before&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;when im quiet all alone in the room and close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the memories of us together keep flashing thru&lt;br /&gt;my heart feels empty&lt;br /&gt;then i would climb up to the computer&lt;br /&gt;and eventually the feeling would scatter&lt;br /&gt;but once i have nothing in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i feel empty&lt;br /&gt;yvonne said its just the first step i took from letting go&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt heal that fast&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how long i can keep this up&lt;br /&gt;i have pressed down urges to call him and talk to him..&lt;br /&gt;i think it's for the best&lt;br /&gt;until i am able to press my feelings completely down&lt;br /&gt;then im ready enough to meet him again&lt;br /&gt;if not, i think i'll crumble at the sight of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i caught a few glimpse on the book sean's borrow&lt;br /&gt;something bout anger management&lt;br /&gt;ppl do get angry over little stuff&lt;br /&gt;and when you think back&lt;br /&gt;its not worth the fight at all&lt;br /&gt;i notice i do have lots of temper moments&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to find some ways to suppress after all&lt;br /&gt;i got lectured harshly by a teacher today&lt;br /&gt;especially a night without good sleep (yeah, restless cos tots and dreams all bout him only)&lt;br /&gt;i was in a total bad mood&lt;br /&gt;i think i do have to control my manners and anger&lt;br /&gt;but after i take my revenge on the teacher by scratching her car XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i kinda got in da attention of frens&lt;br /&gt;it made me real happy&lt;br /&gt;reminds me how much i should appreciate them&lt;br /&gt;though im in a hurry to leave this place&lt;br /&gt;the place of sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, i feeling snuggling against him XD&lt;br /&gt;i know i know.. control control&lt;br /&gt;too much control can make you explode you know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-115080918127682361?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/115080918127682361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=115080918127682361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115080918127682361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115080918127682361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/06/picking-up-shattered.html' title='picking up the shattered'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-115064398544777641</id><published>2006-06-18T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>i used to keep my principle on not blogging bout my love life&lt;br /&gt;but i'm thinking,&lt;br /&gt;i'll make this exception..&lt;br /&gt;this IS something to discuss bout..&lt;br /&gt;poor little bloggie always previewing the down side of my life..&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where the happy side go&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll make this an even post&lt;br /&gt;half happiness and half sadness, at least, i'll try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in my nineteen years living at the edge of taking it casual in relationnships&lt;br /&gt;i finally settle down with a guy (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;actually i did tried to settle down with one or two before, but my bad habits keep coming back, i get bored easily (amuse me)&lt;br /&gt;my relationship, to be honest, was an easy start&lt;br /&gt;perhaps most would htink&lt;br /&gt;relationships that come too easy (especially when you barely know the guy)&lt;br /&gt;usually dun last long&lt;br /&gt;at least, that's wat me and my family thought&lt;br /&gt;to be real honest&lt;br /&gt;from the very start&lt;br /&gt;i tot he would be one that i could stayed with a couple of years together and lifelong is totally impossible&lt;br /&gt;we've been together for a measly one and a half month&lt;br /&gt;one month he was in kl while i was in kk&lt;br /&gt;then the half was when he came back&lt;br /&gt;the first week&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really get too hot into the relationship&lt;br /&gt;yeah i was caught up with the moments we had together&lt;br /&gt;but i knew if this continue on, i'd definitely get bored&lt;br /&gt;at least i tot i would&lt;br /&gt;then came the second week&lt;br /&gt;where he got too involve in my life&lt;br /&gt;he blended in my daily routine easily&lt;br /&gt;i was so used to his company&lt;br /&gt;he offered me wat my past bf can never offer me&lt;br /&gt;i was concentrating too much on wat he can offer me rahter than the relationship itself&lt;br /&gt;and that destroyed the relationship easily&lt;br /&gt;selfishness and total domination&lt;br /&gt;i realised, i never did try to understand how he feel&lt;br /&gt;love can actually change one for the better&lt;br /&gt;but it has turn me into a monster,&lt;br /&gt;manipulating, sulking, lying and creating scenes&lt;br /&gt;is this love of mine true?&lt;br /&gt;some say yeah some say no&lt;br /&gt;but i think..&lt;br /&gt;i did love, but didnt love enough&lt;br /&gt;the same went for him&lt;br /&gt;he loved me, but didnt love enough, that's why he couldnt bear it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the length of time you mourn and got emotionaly involve&lt;br /&gt;doesnt prove how much you love him&lt;br /&gt;it just meant how much you dun wan to let go&lt;br /&gt;if you love a person&lt;br /&gt;you would let hte person go, for the better&lt;br /&gt;yes, love can be selfish,&lt;br /&gt;but not selfish in the way that you wanna possess the person, freedom and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is a big thing, of which im not worthy enough to say&lt;br /&gt;i think i got even more depress when i knew the reason of the big breakup&lt;br /&gt;because i knew, i caused all this&lt;br /&gt;unknowingly, i crossed the line&lt;br /&gt;not everyone could put up with my 'scenes'&lt;br /&gt;at least, i finally know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back&lt;br /&gt;i dun regret mourning over the loss of him&lt;br /&gt;the stupid things i did&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i'd probably regret was,&lt;br /&gt;bugging him and annoying him&lt;br /&gt;which i think, gave him lots of discomfort&lt;br /&gt;2 days with food and sleep&lt;br /&gt;is really no good for hte body&lt;br /&gt;haha but one can not help it&lt;br /&gt;when i start consuming food&lt;br /&gt;i develop somekind of bullimia-like sickness&lt;br /&gt;i htink i got it controlled&lt;br /&gt;sleeping was terrible for me&lt;br /&gt;the moment i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;our memories flash through&lt;br /&gt;crying was terrible&lt;br /&gt;my body hydrated terribly that i got terrible sore throat =.=&lt;br /&gt;crying 24/7 was a pain =.=&lt;br /&gt;every where i go every wehre i stay&lt;br /&gt;there were memories of us&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;i could do nothing&lt;br /&gt;first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;the pain was so excruciating that i couldnt feel my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i calm down&lt;br /&gt;i gave myself false hope&lt;br /&gt;that perhaps one day he'll come back to me&lt;br /&gt;consciously i know he wont take me back (he did made it clear)&lt;br /&gt;subconsicously im in denial..&lt;br /&gt;it made me remember how sweet he was to sing for me..&lt;br /&gt;the songs..&lt;br /&gt;i kept play back and back on the mp3 player he gave me&lt;br /&gt;the roses he gave me, with a card that says 'i love you'&lt;br /&gt;i was calm.. all i need was the mp3 player with the song 'Pink - who knew' and 'chiense song - waiting for you (our song XD)' to accompany thru the lonely times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was one night when i lost it&lt;br /&gt;when i was bored&lt;br /&gt;looked for his for company, as a fren&lt;br /&gt;msging him stirred up my emotions&lt;br /&gt;especially when i cant feel the 'love' thru the msg from him anymore&lt;br /&gt;i crossed the line and said 'i love him'&lt;br /&gt;the next day i said it again&lt;br /&gt;he lost his cool got disturbed and told me its USELESS&lt;br /&gt;the wound was cut open again..&lt;br /&gt;stabbing stabbing stabbing...&lt;br /&gt;i cried...&lt;br /&gt; again...&lt;br /&gt;and again..&lt;br /&gt;was alone needed accompany&lt;br /&gt;a fren did came&lt;br /&gt;but it was useless..&lt;br /&gt;i went online&lt;br /&gt;chatting with an old fren who drop to say hi after seeing my disturbing nick&lt;br /&gt;briefly describing the whole situation&lt;br /&gt;he merely told me that i oculd do it, that i could make it&lt;br /&gt;that when i believe... i could let go&lt;br /&gt;before this, i couldnt let go, or in better words, i DIDNT wan to let go&lt;br /&gt;to let go was to never be together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i know.. yes, the only way to let go..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i could, again see the future i always wanted&lt;br /&gt;(when i broke up, i oculdnt see any future without him, you know, like, without him i'd die)&lt;br /&gt;now i finally let go&lt;br /&gt;i do still think alot of him..&lt;br /&gt;memories are alot, though the time we were toghether was short, but really, he was very involved in my life&lt;br /&gt;it scares me to think taht time would make memories fade&lt;br /&gt;every day i got better&lt;br /&gt;but every day memories fade little by little&lt;br /&gt;however, i want him to be a part of my life&lt;br /&gt;now, and forever&lt;br /&gt;just like you promised,&lt;br /&gt;only this time, its as a fren&lt;br /&gt;i'll love you forever, even though it's just as a fren&lt;br /&gt;i love you too, all the ppl that helped me thru&lt;br /&gt;i do realise i have alot of frens&lt;br /&gt;when the world is lonely,&lt;br /&gt;its actually cos you lock yourself in your world&lt;br /&gt;ppl who you just tot of as acquintance, really actually think you as fren&lt;br /&gt;why not put more time to know them as lifelong frens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;there are times when i still get a little emotional&lt;br /&gt;hey there are event too that reminds me too muych to handle!!&lt;br /&gt;for instance,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went clubbing&lt;br /&gt;seeing fren's bf calling and msging them cos being worried and all&lt;br /&gt;i got the sniffles.. i do like to be worried and controlled, especially by the guy you love&lt;br /&gt;the next day i got up not really feeling myself&lt;br /&gt;that at least 1% of me that hadnt gave up yet&lt;br /&gt;thats why my hp still kept the msgs i hadnt delete before our breakup&lt;br /&gt;and msgs during our breakup&lt;br /&gt;and msgs after our breakup&lt;br /&gt;the handphone im using is my cousin's&lt;br /&gt;had to return to him today&lt;br /&gt;so bye bye to msgs&lt;br /&gt;im sad to have to delete it&lt;br /&gt;but i think, its for the best&lt;br /&gt;yet, nobody can touch the roses with the card  and mp3 player he gave me!!&lt;br /&gt;DUN YOU PPL DARE TOUCH IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;ps; i still keep the cinema ticket of the only movie we watched together&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;i do still go gaa-gaa over cute guys&lt;br /&gt;but relaiontship, well, its at the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;if i do get into one anytime soon, i'd probably treat the guy as a replacement or just fooling aorund&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i ever confused the idea of love and love inself (shakespeare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i just want to complete my form 6 the sooner hte better and get overseas ASAP, and start anew&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;i wan him to be my buddy&lt;br /&gt;though verbally he had agree&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if he dares to have tea with me&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;its best to give him time&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;after all, i did went crazy when i was in denial..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-115064398544777641?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/115064398544777641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=115064398544777641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115064398544777641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/115064398544777641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-114545964525641234</id><published>2006-04-19T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>an ass of an attitude</title><content type='html'>i know i have been a first class bitch&lt;br /&gt;just that i dun wanna admit it&lt;br /&gt;this bitchy attitude can't seemed to be stop&lt;br /&gt;in a way i dun think i wanna stop,,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps im looking for attention..&lt;br /&gt;a nobody in a somebody crowd?&lt;br /&gt;ish.. tell you if somebody finally told me off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-114545964525641234?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/114545964525641234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=114545964525641234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/114545964525641234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/114545964525641234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/04/ass-of-attitude.html' title='an ass of an attitude'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-114197049444834887</id><published>2006-03-10T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>oh look my prediction came true</title><content type='html'>previously i have been talking bout how life is down on its pits&lt;br /&gt;here i am to prove how right i am again&lt;br /&gt;okay here's the thing&lt;br /&gt;i failed my most important paper and yet i dun feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;in stead&lt;br /&gt;i feel the pain coming out of having to do much more homeowk and stuff&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;so i guess now you think its the time i should change&lt;br /&gt;wrong again!&lt;br /&gt;i am who i am&lt;br /&gt;like it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;do life matter to me you say?&lt;br /&gt;well let's put it this way?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i realy dunno&lt;br /&gt;heck so lostttt&lt;br /&gt;i fail ooo wonder if my mother would let me quit school though&lt;br /&gt;enough is enough more of it just brings in painm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i have this tendency of making ppl angry&lt;br /&gt;yeah i notice that i have an arse of a temper&lt;br /&gt;a little of this then fuck alittle of that then fuck agian&lt;br /&gt;ppl keep asking me bout this fucking business&lt;br /&gt;yeah i gues its time to change a lil of my attitude agian&lt;br /&gt;true enough i agree with those who say i should change&lt;br /&gt;change to wat&lt;br /&gt;a pretense girl with great manners&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-114197049444834887?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/114197049444834887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=114197049444834887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/114197049444834887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/114197049444834887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-look-my-prediction-came-true.html' title='oh look my prediction came true'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-114197009187686224</id><published>2006-03-10T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Perhaps it's destiny</title><content type='html'>these few days has been in its pits&lt;br /&gt;i really forgotten the meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its the daily toils and snares that's gotten me in between&lt;br /&gt;not that i wan to complain all the time&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i cant stop whining&lt;br /&gt;my pride stands too high and i seriously forgotten my purpose&lt;br /&gt;ppl say that it's the mind taht is playing tricks on us&lt;br /&gt;and some of the causes would be hormones&lt;br /&gt;but really, wat is it?&lt;br /&gt;have i gotten sick and tired of life?&lt;br /&gt;the same old same old routine that's driving each and every one of us crazy?&lt;br /&gt;i guess so&lt;br /&gt;the answer lies in yourself ppl say&lt;br /&gt;but heck, who realy gives that of a realy good damn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have become tired and tired of studying&lt;br /&gt;in a way&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i really did study at all&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i am not study material&lt;br /&gt;watever it is&lt;br /&gt;i just dun wan to go to school anymore&lt;br /&gt;i dun think life's worth the living in the things that you dun appreciate&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this is wat i have chosen and would really regret but the thing is&lt;br /&gt;its hard to change who i am&lt;br /&gt;who i am really&lt;br /&gt;changing makes ppl frustrating and losing self identity along the way&lt;br /&gt;nobody wans that&lt;br /&gt;and yet, i lost mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-114197009187686224?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/114197009187686224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=114197009187686224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/114197009187686224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/114197009187686224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/03/perhaps-its-destiny.html' title='Perhaps it&apos;s destiny'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-114078489352592146</id><published>2006-02-24T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>moving on to maturity.. right.. age 19..&lt;br /&gt;im officially old, ppl constantly like to remind me that&lt;br /&gt;yet, my soul feels somewhat immature..&lt;br /&gt;my body..well. let's just say  that i get frequent aches..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year reflects on how much i developed...&lt;br /&gt;im not so sure if its a good thing or bad&lt;br /&gt;in some way, i feel i gain more liberty, in the same way, more ppl despices me&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i really do have an attitude problem&lt;br /&gt;whether i wan to admit it or not&lt;br /&gt;it's still a stone cold fact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i gain a new fren, i gain a new enemy..&lt;br /&gt;frustration is written all over my face..&lt;br /&gt;i dunon wat i strive for..wat to live for..&lt;br /&gt;im getting tired with this kind of life...&lt;br /&gt;i see my dreams on other ppl.. it makes me disgusted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its too overwelming till i start hoping for death&lt;br /&gt;perhaps a near death experience will make me appreciate life more&lt;br /&gt;better yet, death sends a good relief..&lt;br /&gt;i really dun mean in a suicidal way, readers.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking something more natural, something much more out of the blue,&lt;br /&gt;soemtimes, while im walking down the road, i wonder if a car would crash into me&lt;br /&gt;when im driving in the car, will i crash into the truck in front of me? (i like the sensation when i speed towards the truck and brake mendadak)&lt;br /&gt;will i suddenly have canser or life taking sickness&lt;br /&gt;heck, death could be a positive thing you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lord give me straength to live,i truly dunno how long i can take this.... pease dun give me a reason to live then crush it in front of me.. im too fragile at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once said,&lt;br /&gt;to be loved is most wonderful&lt;br /&gt;but to me,&lt;br /&gt;to be cared for is most wonderful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-114078489352592146?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/114078489352592146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=114078489352592146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/114078489352592146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/114078489352592146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/02/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-113617946895920504</id><published>2006-01-02T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>New year, new resolution</title><content type='html'>today is the..oh, 2nd of jannuary 2006..right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wayyyy toooo late for my new year entry hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i guess i either had too much fun or just plain bored and lazy&lt;br /&gt;let's just say that i'm stuck in between&lt;br /&gt;this entry supposedly gonna be filled with the happenings of the past few days for as you can see&lt;br /&gt;i hadnt did much update did i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomoro is when the dam skool reopens and guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;i hadnt did a single assignment&lt;br /&gt;at least, i hope that everybody else did the same&lt;br /&gt;at least all eyes wont be on me hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;then again im suppose to be the guai guai type....right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uniform i hadnt had it fix ooo or is fix the right word?&lt;br /&gt;noticed a lot of unexpected changes in major frens&lt;br /&gt;seems that they have become something that i'll never expect them to be hahah&lt;br /&gt;which is pretty shocking yet amusing&lt;br /&gt;at least, they did change for the better,.....i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been out and coming home past midnight hahhaa&lt;br /&gt;i smashed the car with the house gate again&lt;br /&gt;this time the back door, well, let's just say we had to change the door hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;couldnt drive for a weeek&lt;br /&gt;and dad didnt wanna talk to me&lt;br /&gt;i heard my mum say he was waiting for me to apologise though but i hadnt really got the guts&lt;br /&gt;when i finaly wanna spill my guts dad started talking to me like normal again&lt;br /&gt;phew, bad for me for not apologising but good for me my dad 'upgrade' the car&lt;br /&gt;we have a CDMP3 VCD player!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;now all we need is a TV MONITOR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then nobody wanna get down from carrie anymore&lt;br /&gt;nyahahahhah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year dun have fire works ooo&lt;br /&gt;oh drat&lt;br /&gt;but at least the fun fair has come down to town&lt;br /&gt;nyahahahahahahahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;expensive though&lt;br /&gt;had quite a blast last night&lt;br /&gt;but money also flow away like blood&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now to go back to homework konon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah new year resolution,&lt;br /&gt;get the laptop and pass stpm with flying colours so on so on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-113617946895920504?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/113617946895920504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=113617946895920504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113617946895920504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113617946895920504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-new-resolution.html' title='New year, new resolution'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-113516182113366394</id><published>2005-12-21T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Carols by candlelight</title><content type='html'>went caroling in church yesterday&lt;br /&gt;the main church that is !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of us moving from house to house&lt;br /&gt;we're singing in church and lotsa ppl looking at us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did alot of numbers&lt;br /&gt;a problem with one song though&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah made a fool outta ourselves&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like the attention&lt;br /&gt;especially during the last song with the help of some young dummer&lt;br /&gt;made sooooooooooooooooooooo i dunno----- cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;flt kinda high feel like going clubbing pula =.=&lt;br /&gt;after that some youth were playing some rock pop christian song i dunno&lt;br /&gt;and well i got carried away by jumping around&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;i think i attracted too much attention to myself&lt;br /&gt;Fr louis kessel attended the carols too!!!&lt;br /&gt;man, we hugged and he lifted me up utterly high wow&lt;br /&gt;so strong though he kinda aged liao (no offense )&lt;br /&gt;and by that, i think attracted another too much attention hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;so far so good my mood recovering ever since the carrie incident&lt;br /&gt;she got her operation today&lt;br /&gt;but she need to heal (be painted) i guess it will be done tomoro&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-113516182113366394?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/113516182113366394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=113516182113366394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113516182113366394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113516182113366394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/12/carols-by-candlelight.html' title='Carols by candlelight'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-113516140806368900</id><published>2005-12-21T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Not again</title><content type='html'>sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dented the car again&lt;br /&gt;this time it's serious upon serious....&lt;br /&gt;the whole side back door is smashed&lt;br /&gt;dad won't let me touch the car for one day&lt;br /&gt;but i have no guts  to drive the car liao...&lt;br /&gt;phobia..right&lt;br /&gt;you notice i only got accident when im at home&lt;br /&gt;what the hell am i doing????&lt;br /&gt;why only at home arghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;continously too much&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little bad for pissing my dad off&lt;br /&gt;but i feel REALLY bad for hurting my second baby, carrie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was devastated....&lt;br /&gt;depression wont leave me&lt;br /&gt;th scar on carrie was like a scar in my heart&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;i found out my dad was gonnna fix the car&lt;br /&gt;thus i feel much better&lt;br /&gt;for my dad i recover way tooo fast&lt;br /&gt;im suppose to be cover in guilt and all&lt;br /&gt;but i guess this is a bit too much but i feel better already&lt;br /&gt;thanks to god&lt;br /&gt;amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-113516140806368900?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/113516140806368900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=113516140806368900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113516140806368900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113516140806368900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-again.html' title='Not again'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-113421336449335596</id><published>2005-12-10T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Christmas and Carol</title><content type='html'>for you ppl's information...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going be caroling in kota kinabalu's gaya streeet with my church choir!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'll be easy to spot cos....&lt;br /&gt;i'll be one of the only trio that would be wearing a  reindeer hat&lt;br /&gt;wheee&lt;br /&gt;so cute ooo the hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer, caroling starts next week horrr&lt;br /&gt;hopefully can see some leng chai + leng luis&lt;br /&gt;and collect can drinks from them hahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;hopefully lots of htem offer coca cola hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;im gonna bring a bagpack to put the drinks inside hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas coming up and got christmas dance at tanjung aru beach hotell horrrr&lt;br /&gt;wonder if im going or not&lt;br /&gt;entrance fee so expensive but im sure a lot of idealistic cute guys would be there&lt;br /&gt;can satisfy my sight hahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention, DANCE AND PARTY ALL NIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe can see some leng chai lui dance their booty out yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be heading to kl next year april&lt;br /&gt;should be fun i guess&lt;br /&gt;10 days trip and it's suppose to be a school day&lt;br /&gt;that means i skip sch muahaha&lt;br /&gt;the only problm is hopefully its not exam week hehee&lt;br /&gt;i dun mind failing the subject seeing im such aaaaaaa bbbbbbrrrrighhhhhhhhhht student!&lt;br /&gt;......RIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-113421336449335596?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/113421336449335596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=113421336449335596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113421336449335596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113421336449335596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-and-carol.html' title='Christmas and Carol'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-113421307644039185</id><published>2005-12-10T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>holiday.. more like boo-liday</title><content type='html'>yay i dun have work anymore&lt;br /&gt;boooo i dun have any income anymore&lt;br /&gt;though i do try the old method&lt;br /&gt;stretch hand out and ask dad 'money?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but parents are such harsh these days&lt;br /&gt;especially when a special event is coming up...&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah everybody wants a piece of presentssssss&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me i hadnt got anything for anybody yet&lt;br /&gt;well due to emptiness in pocket&lt;br /&gt;all my income goes to well, self pampering la!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yam cha too much liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhh homework is flowing endlessly and i hadnt even start doing projects and assignments&lt;br /&gt;oh no!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i dun have time wat&lt;br /&gt;see tuition 15% then practice caroling 20% then the rest is go out hang kai and yam cha and entertainment 50% the remaining 15% is..sleep or just plain lazy&lt;br /&gt;where got time to study hor??&lt;br /&gt;.....right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday is jsut an excuse for teacher to give us students more homework&lt;br /&gt;and wow, their strategies are quite good you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wannna go party horrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;bought a new skirt liao&lt;br /&gt;and the yellow gown that i have been eyeing on still there horrrr&lt;br /&gt;10% discount only still cant buy&lt;br /&gt;hopefully nobody buy it horrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-113421307644039185?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/113421307644039185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=113421307644039185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113421307644039185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113421307644039185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday-more-like-boo-liday.html' title='holiday.. more like boo-liday'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-113284257988504699</id><published>2005-11-24T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Away Carrie!</title><content type='html'>look what reckless driving has befold before me&lt;br /&gt;....right&lt;br /&gt;for the, i dunno, 4-5th time i banged into my dad's car&lt;br /&gt;it's weird huh..&lt;br /&gt;of all the places&lt;br /&gt;i banged into my dad's car&lt;br /&gt;not once, not twice but 4-5 times!&lt;br /&gt;it could be jinxed...&lt;br /&gt;somemore it's like, the same place...&lt;br /&gt;okay, here's the deal&lt;br /&gt;after the hit, you should be like, more cautious right?&lt;br /&gt;somehow, just an hour later,&lt;br /&gt;when i was backing the car&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like, forgot to look out for the left side of the car&lt;br /&gt;well in this case, the side mirror..&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! WHAT A BIG SCRATCH!&lt;br /&gt;actually my house gate suffered most here...&lt;br /&gt;...right, rei, you did it again, bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's 6 bangs in almost a month and still counting...&lt;br /&gt;im sorry Carrie.. i didnt meant to hurt you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-113284257988504699?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/113284257988504699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=113284257988504699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113284257988504699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113284257988504699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/11/away-carrie.html' title='Away Carrie!'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-113198745279921206</id><published>2005-11-15T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>I've got nothing</title><content type='html'>seriously, this could be a better post, as the opening post for my new layout..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just occur to me that,&lt;br /&gt;i dun matter to her, i've got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end of post-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise you next post would be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-113198745279921206?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/113198745279921206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=113198745279921206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113198745279921206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113198745279921206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-got-nothing.html' title='I&apos;ve got nothing'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-113068545972088097</id><published>2005-10-30T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Don't fall with me</title><content type='html'>if you;re prepared for a cheerful lil post then you can hit the close button now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i originally wanted to record down my happy moments&lt;br /&gt;but i guess&lt;br /&gt;i can be happy for little stuff&lt;br /&gt;but mostly sad for big stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had 3 strikes of unlucky-ness... actually i think it was a 4 stike, guess it couldnt be implied to a baseball match now huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, i found out the english literature subject that i was fond of (most confident among the stpm subjects), the fact is, I SUCK BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;i really worked hard on it&lt;br /&gt;you know, hard works gains its fruit&lt;br /&gt;yeha right!&lt;br /&gt;when you suck, you SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;and just when i thought i was good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, i was scared bout driving but i tot i was doing okay after a few runs&lt;br /&gt;guess wat&lt;br /&gt;how ironic!&lt;br /&gt;i was praying for a safe journey that i would have a nice accidentless day&lt;br /&gt;then it had to happen&lt;br /&gt;i banged into somebody;s mirror&lt;br /&gt;i might be sue&lt;br /&gt;but the worse part is&lt;br /&gt;I CANT GET OVER IT!&lt;br /&gt;mentally 'scar'ed pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, i tot i was getting along wiht my boss and collegue&lt;br /&gt;i really tot we make a good team&lt;br /&gt;we laugh&lt;br /&gt;and share stuff together&lt;br /&gt;how was i suppose to know htere was fakeness behind it&lt;br /&gt;going behind my back and telling my parents how i got an attitude prob&lt;br /&gt;ouch says my pride and dignity&lt;br /&gt;i always tot i was handling well, guess not&lt;br /&gt;attitude prob&lt;br /&gt;i used to say that to my frens&lt;br /&gt;guess wat!?&lt;br /&gt;the one with the real attitude prob is ME! and i didnt know it!&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;so i suck with character!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4, my dad had to say that im such a failure as a human being&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM OUT!&lt;br /&gt;ka poof!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;i suck big time in attitude and character, i htink too highly of myself, im stupid, dumb, im worthless and useless, and its best if i dun exist cos the world doenst need anybody as pathetic as me.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;cry your boo hoos and take your hanky away&lt;br /&gt;you might as well mock me rather than cry for me&lt;br /&gt;for i, will only cry for myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-113068545972088097?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/113068545972088097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=113068545972088097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113068545972088097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/113068545972088097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-fall-with-me.html' title='Don&apos;t fall with me'/><author><name>Rei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538445182099185943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3CjUgEsxeaU/R2qc6vQJugI/AAAAAAAAAY8/J1n47UY-vDc/S220/rei.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112997791438247564</id><published>2005-10-22T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>buddies forever!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/276/8404/50/DSC01660.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/276/8404/50/DSC01660.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112997791438247564?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112997791438247564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112997791438247564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112997791438247564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112997791438247564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/10/buddies-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie Tay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKMNODrENKg/SLQncfo-w0I/AAAAAAAAASw/vzQ_89aDMuU/S220/Image175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112997787059204429</id><published>2005-10-22T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cool!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/276/8404/50/DSC01643.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/276/8404/50/DSC01643.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! My LUcky future Japanese hunk, please await me!!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8440993-112997787059204429?l=shiyurei.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/feeds/112997787059204429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8440993&amp;postID=112997787059204429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112997787059204429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8440993/posts/default/112997787059204429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiyurei.blogspot.com/2005/10/cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie Tay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OKMNODrENKg/SLQncfo-w0I/AAAAAAAAASw/vzQ_89aDMuU/S220/Image175.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440993.post-112929572402457072</id><published>2005-10-14T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:17:18.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nags of Life'/><title type='text'>Total lazyness, bummer.</title><content type='html'>yay! for the exams have finished&lt;br /&gt;i used to love exams&lt;br /&gt;you know la, when you're a kid you won't bother to study at all&lt;br /&gt;and exams prevents you from having class whether you're paying attention or not..&lt;br /&gt;and usually exams make you feel like it has cut short your day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have grown out&lt;br /&gt;i dun enjoy exams at all.&lt;br /&gt;well, correct that&lt;br /&gt;'cept for the free periods for studying&lt;br /&gt;i used that for chitter chatter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing that's over. yippee! i think.&lt;br /&gt;what's much more worse than exams are the results&lt;br /&gt;let's not think bout htat yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got a dress for prom night&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;i think it's a little too grand&lt;br /&gt;you know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;having being the organizing committee&lt;br /&gt;i heard many comments about the dress code.. most comment on how grand seniors wore last year..&lt;br /&gt;making me a little hesistate to wear the dress tomoro&lt;br /&gt;btw, i didnt manage to find a dress i like (other than the yellow dress i wanted to buy but my father din not show any means of impress)&lt;br /&gt;so my mother brought me to borrow from a fren's niece.. who's a model..&lt;br /&gt;so you can expect glamour clothes&lt;br /&gt;i was especially careful to try on her 'gucci'&lt;br /&gt;such stuff of the uppercrust =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, maple couldnt patch up&lt;br /&gt;so i can't play today&lt;br /&gt;argh=.= other games dun amuse me now either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting to bed.&lt;br /&gt;might grow a pimple if i dun=.=&lt;br /&gt;especially on my first prom, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Another step closer to Japan!! 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