<?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-18521840</id><updated>2011-07-29T14:47:53.611+08:00</updated><category term='slug slime'/><title type='text'>Rainbows and Kittens</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-3416082066385803948</id><published>2010-02-27T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:55:02.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>Moved to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jesuissangfroid.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://jesuissangfroid.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-3416082066385803948?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3416082066385803948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=3416082066385803948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/3416082066385803948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/3416082066385803948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2010/02/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-1008191386406184820</id><published>2009-09-10T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:25:27.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do chickens have vaginas?</title><content type='html'>Do hens have vaginas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know!! Weird &amp;amp; random, and i have a reason to how i came about to this peculiar question. So i was getting a drink from the fridge and some idiot(hope it's not my mom) placed an egg at the very edge of the shelf. Alright i admit that it was my fault that i dropped it, and as i picked the egg to throw it away, i proceeded to wash my hands like i always do each time i touch an egg. It's kinda like a habit now, since my mom has always told me that eggs came out of the hens' anuses. I don't know why i've never pondered about this. Today i asked myself," do hens have vaginas?" &amp;amp; i thought to myself again," i can't believe i asked that, of course they do! chickens have sex don't they." Then i realized that i don't know that for a fact so i googled, "do chickens lay eggs from their bum" Turns out, ALL birds, reptiles and amphibians have a &lt;strong&gt;cloaca&lt;/strong&gt;, a multi-purpose opening where everything comes out of. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, some turtles and sea cucumbers can breathe through their anuses. Wtf much?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great i learnt 2 new things today :D and i haven't been online much due to work and now that i don't have a laptop i'm almost cut off from any online activity. Right now i'm using my dad's pc, he's in indonesia now. Oh well, hoping to get a laptop soon! And also hoping to get that animal presentor job at the night safari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Shun Oguri(♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥) the lead actor of "Crows Zero" is backkkk!! in "Crows Zero 2", releasing on the 17th September 2009, only screening at GV Vivocity &amp;amp; Marina.&lt;br /&gt;[Shun Oguri is also the lead actor of "Hanazakari no Kimitachi e" aka Hana Kimi]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-1008191386406184820?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1008191386406184820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=1008191386406184820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/1008191386406184820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/1008191386406184820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-chickens-have-vaginas.html' title='do chickens have vaginas?'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-5924912795116389612</id><published>2009-08-29T01:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T15:26:56.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>GUYS, LISTEN TO DUBSTEP. It is THE SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;Deep &amp;amp; low bass sounds + trippy wobbles = orgasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubstep largely originates from grime, with drums and bass incorporated. Some of them have reggae influences which i totally HEART. The more mainstream djs include caspa, rusko, chase &amp;amp; status, skream, and many more. My personal favs are whoa b &amp;amp; rusko.&lt;br /&gt;(dubstep originates from Jamaica and UK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very into the music scene and i don't know much about music, but all i know is i love dubstep, and probably is the only kind of electronic music that i'll ever love. It's not at all like techno or trance(which i don't like), and uh, hmm. IDK what i wanted to say. Anyway, it's music i can really feel. Listened to it throughout all the mugging i did for the exams that have just ended!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EXAMS HAVE ENDED!!!!!!!!!! HOLIDAYYYYY HERE I COME!!!111!1oneoneoneeleven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i can't decided between watching Bobby Lee on MadTV, or watching "The L Word". Bobby Lee is fucking genius. The L Word is a series relating the lives of a group of lesbian. Good show. I find it interesting how they portray love, lust and lies in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and for people who watch the series "Skins" and enjoy the music they use, you should definitely check out dubstep. Also, even though you may think it's strange, goth people too. Dubstep has kind of a "dark" feel to it which may appeal to "dark" people. Hmm. Hah. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-5924912795116389612?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5924912795116389612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=5924912795116389612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/5924912795116389612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/5924912795116389612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_29.html' title='.'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-7007639673435865337</id><published>2009-08-28T04:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:04:05.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Finally, my last paper is in 5 and a half hours. I've been really confused lately. Holiday's in 7 and a half hours, think i'll start blogging again soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What am i afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-7007639673435865337?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7007639673435865337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=7007639673435865337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/7007639673435865337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/7007639673435865337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-9126496032442599881</id><published>2009-06-01T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:40:31.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>It's every girl's nightmare, to finally have to admit and be able to say," you've changed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They always say that time heals everything, but they have failed to also mention that time damages everything.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how we get bored of something through the course of time, the very thing that used to catch our eyes is now sadly, invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is the point of realization that kills, that hits us like a truckful of bricks.&lt;br /&gt;A young man realizing that his youth has ended. An aged woman knowing that that is it, it's her time.&lt;br /&gt;We realize that things had changed, and this change is irreversible. Time has unmistakably done its damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy 7th month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-9126496032442599881?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/9126496032442599881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=9126496032442599881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/9126496032442599881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/9126496032442599881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/06/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-8383552141998544300</id><published>2009-05-26T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:13:06.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, i was telling kensho that i had 2 projects due today..his reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACϟDC  卐 says:&lt;br /&gt;jia lat sia baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i find it quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is the project on jap ceramic, which i have to present tomorrow in class, aannd ppt slides for the horse project. I'm doing housing for horses so it's prettay simple. If only i had PPT on this laptop. I have to rush through it later then. Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-8383552141998544300?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8383552141998544300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=8383552141998544300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/8383552141998544300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/8383552141998544300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-241673316776989795</id><published>2009-05-02T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:39:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bf : )</title><content type='html'>Today, I'd like to devote this post to one person, and this guy's my boyfriend of 6months and a day. Yep, it's Kensho! I can't believe it's been 6months already, it really went quicker than I thought it would have.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I just want you to know that I love you now more than ever, and even though I've said before that we wouldn't, I'm really sure now that we'll last so much longer. I wanna prove that to all the people out there, and not just for that reason. I really enjoy just spending time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm leaving home in awhile, so I'm gonna stop here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWCT7DoSR_E/SfwGSHEW1nI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5X80bmVl8Us/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWCT7DoSR_E/SfwGSHEW1nI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5X80bmVl8Us/s200/DSC01017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331142967104558706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my boyfriend is as cute as a bunny. Pudding pop :)&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-241673316776989795?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/241673316776989795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=241673316776989795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/241673316776989795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/241673316776989795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/05/bf.html' title='bf : )'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWCT7DoSR_E/SfwGSHEW1nI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5X80bmVl8Us/s72-c/DSC01017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-2072512619725888256</id><published>2009-04-19T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:23:05.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>This inexplicable feeling of emptiness, my heart is hollow and i'm wasting away..&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really but i feel like crap. I'm so glad to be home after spending 3 days in a chalet that smells like seafood! Hehe. Soap and shampoo never felt and smelled so good. Sigh. My mind's empty now. There are certain things i couldn't be less bothered about anymore. Life's like that, we care about the things we want to and the people who shows us care &amp;amp; concern. We don't always get what we wish for but if you want something, do something about it. I don't know why i'm saying these, i've just been really confused lately. The way things are looking now, i can only hope for better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday Joycelyn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-2072512619725888256?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2072512619725888256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=2072512619725888256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/2072512619725888256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/2072512619725888256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_19.html' title='.'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-4364176426243919307</id><published>2009-04-10T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:26:44.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Everything is falling into place.&lt;br /&gt;When i look at you, i see a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;I've said hurtful things, but it made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i've never felt so lonely in my life.&lt;br /&gt;When the day comes i'll not grief again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point if you don't need it, but want it?&lt;br /&gt;It's just like chocolate, it makes you content and it fills your stomach,but only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;(*sigh*, i love chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing'll ever be perfect, but if i can't have anything, i'd rather have nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i haven't been blogging is mostly because my life has been mundane and i had little or no access to the internet. Until recently, my eventless streak has ended and i needed to get this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED! ASK ME OUT!&lt;br /&gt;(oh &amp;amp; bella sry i know i'm supposed to climb today, but the plans i thought i had were cancelled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what else. Right. The good guys are always either taken, gay or undiscovered. Heh. Sucks for all the girls out there wishing for one. But hell, who needs guys around when there's chocolate, girls and dildos. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-4364176426243919307?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4364176426243919307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=4364176426243919307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/4364176426243919307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/4364176426243919307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-1048172884610705755</id><published>2009-03-11T11:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:47:17.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alibaba love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALIBABA LOVE&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was last tuesday, 3rd of March. We got lunch(sushi, tuna sandwich, and a delicious crabmeat salad she made! x) and watched "My Best Friend's Girl" and "Slumdog Millionaire" after. We also took a truckload of photos! I like :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are some random photos from the past that I've found in Alicia's photobucket. Here's to 5 years of sister-ship! I love you ALICIA!! x)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o190/__xxbubblegumxx/BABANANA/TuesdayWithCrapolaa089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 343px;" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o190/__xxbubblegumxx/BABANANA/TuesdayWithCrapolaa089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o190/__xxbubblegumxx/BABANANA/TuesdayWithCrapolaa066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 343px;" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o190/__xxbubblegumxx/BABANANA/TuesdayWithCrapolaa066.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o190/__xxbubblegumxx/BABANANA/TuesdayWithCrapolaa100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 366px;" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o190/__xxbubblegumxx/BABANANA/crapoladayout2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-1048172884610705755?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1048172884610705755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=1048172884610705755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/1048172884610705755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/1048172884610705755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/alibaba-love.html' title='alibaba love!'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o190/__xxbubblegumxx/BABANANA/th_TuesdayWithCrapolaa089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-6500635623633676336</id><published>2009-03-06T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:17:54.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>j</title><content type='html'>Jose Canseco time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i just realised that the 2nd previous entry was kinda irrelevant. But who cares, i take steroids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kensho's mom just came back from Japan last night, and she's damn sweet! Got me &amp; my family some stuff. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aand... i don't have much more to say. Just, Jose Canseco time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-eyed smileys:&lt;br /&gt;^ -) -D -/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-6500635623633676336?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6500635623633676336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=6500635623633676336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6500635623633676336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6500635623633676336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/j.html' title='j'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-6577530418849862937</id><published>2009-03-05T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:34:06.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>w</title><content type='html'>What a way to start off my day..had this bad dream right before i woke up. And i started crying. Pretty bizzare cus it felt so real. I mean while i was dreaming, i felt like it was really happening, or it had happened, or it would happen. Yep, pretty strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's probably just too much on my fears and what not. Seems like the quiz i did last night really got to my head huh. Oh well. The insecurities we all have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Haha and i just looked at some of my dad's photos when he was 23+ish. He still looks the same now!! Just older and a bit rounder lol. My mom says he was a handsome bugger. Haha. Kind of made my day today ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm chicken or watermelon. Oh i played L4D with joycelyn and wayne again last night. Tried versus for the first time aand it's awesome! It's where you get to play the zombie boss and smoker is just kick-ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-6577530418849862937?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6577530418849862937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=6577530418849862937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6577530418849862937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6577530418849862937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/w.html' title='w'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-6342126251158277712</id><published>2009-03-05T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:09:59.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: left; background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Being Alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 82%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;While you may act like you don't care on the outside, on the inside your biggest fear is being alone. You can be quite shy and reserved. You feel like a lot of times people don't really see the real you. You're afraid that no one will really truly love you, and that you will be alone for the rest of your life. On the inside you are great person, so just remember that and don't let your shy nature get the best of you! If you don't want to be alone then you need to make an effort to be with someone. Show the people that you care about that you really love them, and chances are someone will always be there, even if you think they won't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 62%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 49%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 39%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 24%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 23%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 7%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it not be any more true? I feel quite embarrassed to say this, but a quiz result has just explained it all for me. And the last line, i've heard it before, and it's the one line i think i can relate most to compared to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure, but it's probably true that death is not something i truly fear. Idk. Sometimes i feel that i could just die and it would be just.. peaceful. I suppose it is suffering that i absolutely hate. I can't stand hurting myself physically(i don't see the point of it really and i've never cut myself intentionally before, just scratched), but it doesn't mean i don't like pain( i have my own coping mechanism ;)). On the other hand, my part-time lover/friend's quite unrelenting on herself. My heart cringes everytime i see the fresh wounds on her wrist, or the bruises on her skin. It's just heart breaking to see any of your loved ones getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i need to sleep now, then wake up, read this post later sometime and regret all that inane babbling haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is fucking hilarious shit! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UftFQzkMqCM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UftFQzkMqCM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-6342126251158277712?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6342126251158277712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=6342126251158277712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6342126251158277712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6342126251158277712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-5219001024499038208</id><published>2009-03-01T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:32:17.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhh</title><content type='html'>Think i just spent the longest time awake. My eyes are swollen and begging for nice, cool relief. I wonder if cucumbers really work. I've tried frozen potatoes before and teabags. Haha, I'll just stick with my good old remedy, a pair of damp, folded tissue paper. Always works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway played L4D again!! Whoo. Zombie-blasting gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chicken or watermelon! Chicken or watermelon! Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In case you're wondering, that's from the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WbE2wgWoTQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Left 4 Dead parody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(click to watch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLzzzwtf but the power ranger parody is so much more fucking funny. Heck i'm gonna watch it before going to bed ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-5219001024499038208?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5219001024499038208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=5219001024499038208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/5219001024499038208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/5219001024499038208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/03/uhh.html' title='uhh'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-4596425040168740000</id><published>2009-02-28T10:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:22:49.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Russian girls are beautiful. This is an awesome montage of Rhythmic Gymnastics. RG is one thing i regret not doing younger, but then again, the school had the club closed down when i enrolled ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cZlyKSId50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cZlyKSId50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is Kupo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWCT7DoSR_E/Sai5BtxgtII/AAAAAAAAAAU/aq7LKKk17L4/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307695599974397058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWCT7DoSR_E/Sai5BtxgtII/AAAAAAAAAAU/aq7LKKk17L4/s320/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWCT7DoSR_E/Sai5Br3QI9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ssFrlDyovg/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307695599461606354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWCT7DoSR_E/Sai5Br3QI9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ssFrlDyovg/s320/DSC00953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWCT7DoSR_E/Sai5Br3QI9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ssFrlDyovg/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWCT7DoSR_E/Sai5Br3QI9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7ssFrlDyovg/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-4596425040168740000?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4596425040168740000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=4596425040168740000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/4596425040168740000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/4596425040168740000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/rg.html' title='RG'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FWCT7DoSR_E/Sai5BtxgtII/AAAAAAAAAAU/aq7LKKk17L4/s72-c/DSC00955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-6652235130224845899</id><published>2009-02-22T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:37:38.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rara</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;1) Glad that i look good when i cry haha.&lt;br /&gt;For 17 years or as long as i knew, i cry like a running tap.&lt;br /&gt;And finally i feel like i'm not the only one who thinks so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I finally understand why I people-watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) HPI is fucking boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It's not the toughest decision ever but.. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Should i just go with my feelings?&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it aside till after the exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-6652235130224845899?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6652235130224845899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=6652235130224845899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6652235130224845899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6652235130224845899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/rara_22.html' title='rara'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-3010404786953894224</id><published>2009-02-16T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:37:41.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rara</title><content type='html'>Wassup. I realised i've been on the comp more now that exam's are just around the corner. Actually came online to download notes, but looks like i'm blogging. hah :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Wayne's birthday celebration last night was swell. We girls got the cake and the guys got the drinks. Plus there's the other surprises too ;) I don't know, kinda weird but it was quite an emotional night for some of us. Haha. Yea and photos!! Kitty you better upload them! No more procrastinating! =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoool's awesome today. Highlights were KUPO &amp;amp; my long-awaited EPILATOR! Kupo is a little stray white kitten + blue eyes that Audrey picked up at a stairwell. It R very, very kewt!!! And i headed down to Courts after school to finally get the epilator i've wanted for ages. Haha, for 40dollars. It's a 2-digit sum, love. ;) not like a certain adorable someone who got it for a 3-digit sum? Heeh. joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. for a friend out there who'd been stressed out by friend issues lately, don't worry! Things will always work out fine as long as you're willing. I've always thought that conflicts between friends could actually bring them closer after they're resolved, and it won't be all ups in life, so we have to learn to not let small setbacks put our mood in the drains. The best would be to just let things be for now, carry on with our lives for now, then try again once the exams are over. At least then, you would have a better peace at mind. It's true time heals, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. He'll be back in no time heeheeh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's what life is, it's a series of rooms, and who we get stuck in those rooms with, adds up to what our lives are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-3010404786953894224?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3010404786953894224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=3010404786953894224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/3010404786953894224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/3010404786953894224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/rara.html' title='rara'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-6191204644149929727</id><published>2009-02-15T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:44:04.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbows and kittens</title><content type='html'>I'm keeping my mind of it. It's unbelievably stupid and irrational.&lt;br /&gt;Hail! Exams are just around the corner. I've set my mind to study very hard, and be less of a bum. Irony is, i'm eating more and sitting on my bum more often now. Unfortunately right now, i've been distracted by the computer when i'm supposed to be studying for tomorrow's AAP practical test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never realised i had a friend like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WAYNE HENDROFF!! He turns 20 today (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-6191204644149929727?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6191204644149929727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=6191204644149929727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6191204644149929727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6191204644149929727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/rainbows-and-kittens.html' title='rainbows and kittens'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-4893974384493236777</id><published>2009-01-23T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T03:08:01.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope it goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-4893974384493236777?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4893974384493236777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=4893974384493236777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/4893974384493236777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/4893974384493236777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/help.html' title=''/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-5352604859760527072</id><published>2009-01-11T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:15:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been crying the whole day, besides the 5 hour nap i just took. Sleeping is the greatest therapy to forget your problems, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? When your boyfriend comes up with lame excuses to avoid going out with you or even messaging you, you'll feel like shit, cus that's not what you even fucking do to your good friends. So now i feel degraded. Of little importance. Like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i am not though. It makes me wonder what i mean to him now. I wonder what is love and what it means to him. It's been a short time, but i can already see now the extent of what he's willing to do for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't safely say that he's always been there for me. At least not that time i got depressed and slept with my phone switched off. Joycelyn and Gordon got really worried and they decided to come to my house to check up on me. ( I don't have a house telephone) Without saying, they called kensho to come as well, but he had decided to play lan with his friends instead. If you wanted to know, he made the decision after joycelyn called him, which effectively puts me in... last place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was especially sweet for them to do that. That's what friends are for, right? To share your joy and sorrow and always be there for you thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you were out so i didn't want to disturb you?"&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. That's what i need from my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you. Now i now what texting means to you? To think that in the past 24 hours, I had been the one first to text. So yeah, fuck you, and i'll make sure i'll never disturb you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my insecurities. On a lighter note, the tattoo convention was awesome! The booths, the people, the artists, all very awesome. I'd try to get some photos from the convention :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for now! :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-5352604859760527072?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5352604859760527072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=5352604859760527072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/5352604859760527072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/5352604859760527072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-been-crying-whole-day-besides-5.html' title=''/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-2641582832251581761</id><published>2008-12-15T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:37:40.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>,,,</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating alot recently. Well that's cus i use my brother's laptop and he brings it to work and doesn't bring it back. :/ I want a laptop for my own!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the start of our 2 week holidays! And i haven't actually made plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-2641582832251581761?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/2641582832251581761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=2641582832251581761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/2641582832251581761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/2641582832251581761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_15.html' title=',,,'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-3702555720600656104</id><published>2008-12-10T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:22:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Rest in peace, Dino. Always be my beloved baby brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-3702555720600656104?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3702555720600656104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=3702555720600656104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/3702555720600656104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/3702555720600656104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-3982015718000877094</id><published>2008-10-17T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:00:24.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the end of holidays</title><content type='html'>It's the end of holidays already. My days will soon be packed with lessons and more lessons. I've been pulled off Starbucks already, which is kinda a good thing. Instead of 2 labs every week like the previous semester, we now have like 3 (omgzzwtfffff)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've decided to drop out before i actually start working and regret my ass off. n_n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night at home, I had a conversation over the phone. Am i really that hard to contact? Haha. It wasn't much, but it left me feeling confused and my heart was racing. Why is it that i'm afraid? What am I afraid of? I shouldn't be. I felt so at ease before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-3982015718000877094?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3982015718000877094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=3982015718000877094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/3982015718000877094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/3982015718000877094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-end-of-holidays.html' title='it&apos;s the end of holidays'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-8594341412670410879</id><published>2008-10-16T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:56:13.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adfkj</title><content type='html'>Hi people! I'm so bored right now.  Forgive me for the 2 weeks hiatus! Many things had happened during these past 2 weeks(sleepovers, a 5-day trip to KL, more sleepovers and my Starbucks training course) However, sad to say that there'll be less updates as school's re-opening on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20th&lt;/span&gt;, which is just 5 days away? Golly, I don't feel very accomplished yet. xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap, Starbucks training course! I'm quite certain I've been accepted by the company already to work at the store at Liang Court in Clarke Quay. So I'll be doing school and work at the same time. I really don't know how I'd cope with that... and I spent like 10 minutes talking with Dr. Chooi(my form teacher) about this matter yesterday. I have no reason to doubt his worries cus I'd been super slack during the first semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh the Kuala Lumpur trip was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWELL&lt;/span&gt;! I wish I'd brought more moolah there. The last few days i was financially depending on Aiting, Tonia and Afro. Didn't get all that i wanted there but I'm still satisfied with all that I bought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highlights of the trip was definitely at Camp5, the reggae bar, the shisha, and the shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camp 5 is definitely climber's paradise. It's an indoor climbing centre located on top of One Utama, which is a kick-ass shopping centre that you should visit sometime. The high walls and bouldering was like huge and they also had this simulated-natural cracked wall! All there were on that wall was contours, crevices, ledges and crimps which made it absolutely challenging but fun! It's a pity we couldn't climb at the cliffs near the Batu caves, but the cracked wall made up for it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shopping was great. Same product quality as with Singapore, it's cheaper, and there's so much more variety. Makes it all good. And the fact that Hari Raya just passed, there was like sales everywhere. Dickies was selling jeans for less than 40 ringgit, which translates to around S$18? I was upset though that they didn't sell their bags there. We went to this night bazaar at Chinatown, but ironically, all the peddlers were Thai instead of Chinese? I was honestly intimidated by all them sellers. I can't bargain for nuts. Gotta thank Tonia and John for their excellent bargaining skills! Got me a belt for $15 ringgit (omgz!!11)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright right to our indulging moments. I liked the reggae bar very much. It's located somewhere near the Chinatown... and I'd be very embarrassed to go back in there again. After i threw up on the table and alll. *sheepish grin* The drinks there are really inexpensive so it's all good. It's a really small, crowded bar. Not much of a dancefloor though. There were posters of Bob Marley and The Wailers framed all over the walls. (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shisha was awesome. Was really yummy and the smoke wasn't choking like I find in singapore. We had it in a Lebanese restaurant near our lodge, the Pondok Lodge. Think it was either 14 or 17 or 19 ringgit for the shisha. I don't know. And the waiters were all pleasant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I guess that is it for the KL trip. The Starbucks training course wasn't as boring as i expected it to be. It's really fun actually! Met a few people like Denz, Nathalie, and Jason. Interesting people, really. Jason is a Malaysian with a hot angmoh girlfriend, Nathalie is Thai and she's younger and smaller than me(like fun-size haha no jk) and Denz used to date someone from my sec school and he has a smiley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have this course for today and tomorrow. I missed the 1st lesson, so I was re-scheduled to take it on friday with a new batch of people. *Hope I don't bore myself to death -cross fingers-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-8594341412670410879?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8594341412670410879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=8594341412670410879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/8594341412670410879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/8594341412670410879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/adfkj.html' title='adfkj'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-8658981043553442984</id><published>2008-10-03T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:27:33.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skate on!</title><content type='html'>Good evening people! I'm sitting on the dining table now, dinner's spread on the table(smells too good). I can't wait to eat!! My mom's an utterly good cook. Helped her cooked tonight, and i just think cooking is a very satisfying experience. You should try it too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Gordy came over to Sengkang today to pass me his skateboard for this weekend. Wheeeee!.........*stumbles*&lt;br /&gt;Think I kinda got a hang of it today though. He also spent about 15 minutes teaching me the proper footing.., how to balance or steer. Really good at teaching, he is. Thank you Gordy! I'm totally thrilled xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm still really amused about the Irish accent in the movie," Closing the Ring". And totally reminds me of the times Gordon would speak to Ryan with that accent. Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma go eat dinner now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-8658981043553442984?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/8658981043553442984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=8658981043553442984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/8658981043553442984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/8658981043553442984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/skate-on.html' title='Skate on!'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-6734825740058978403</id><published>2008-10-03T06:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:56:46.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't.</title><content type='html'>Good morning, people. Yesterday, I slepted for 14 hours. Haha can anyone beat that? I'm absolutely a log when I sleep. I don't wake up till someone calls or it's more than 12 hours. Oh anyway, that friendster account i was talking about yesterday had been removed already.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so supposed to go&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bouldering"&gt;bouldering&lt;/a&gt; in school today, but i totally overslept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Dennis(climbing mate) shared this with me earlier on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://www.happeepill.com/cartoons/p2p/p2pahbeng/beng.htm"&gt;http://www.happeepill.com/cartoons/p2p/p2pahbeng/beng.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma go sleep now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've never felt so afraid before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-6734825740058978403?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6734825740058978403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=6734825740058978403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6734825740058978403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6734825740058978403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-dont.html' title='Please don&apos;t.'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-4702404129980462476</id><published>2008-10-02T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T03:22:30.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nina Impersonator</title><content type='html'>Hello. I have an impersonator out there on friendster. If it says anything like," hello there! im basically a girl who likes to see girls in halter neck bra, fbt shorts, tops that reveal thier bra.&lt;br /&gt;And i believe that everyone has a horny side in them.", it is not me. I stress, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is not me.&lt;/span&gt; (just felt like repeating it n_n)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, caught the movie," Closing The Ring", this afternoon with Tanny, Savin and Kensho. It's quite a good show! Storyline-wise, enjoyed it. With tears, even. The movie is a romance-drama set in 1943 and 1990, about how the war threatens the relationships of 3 friends and a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i lost more than $10 playing blackjack. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-4702404129980462476?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4702404129980462476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=4702404129980462476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/4702404129980462476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/4702404129980462476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/nina-impersonator.html' title='Nina Impersonator'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-4940262928790353443</id><published>2008-10-01T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:53:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours guys shouldn't wear when they're together.</title><content type='html'>Okay, i just made a conclusion. When two guys go out together, let be their sexual orientation, should never wear purple and pink together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway i was at Joycelyn's place. We were eating late dinner together. She was eating mee from a plate and freakin dropped her spoon/fork FOUR times in the soup!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAOMAOMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tish twitches when she sleeps xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI SAVIN :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-4940262928790353443?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4940262928790353443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=4940262928790353443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/4940262928790353443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/4940262928790353443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2008/10/colours-guys-shouldnt-wear-when-theyre.html' title='Colours guys shouldn&apos;t wear when they&apos;re together.'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-205431226307382773</id><published>2008-02-22T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:47:53.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>furrrreeakkerrrism</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when good people leave us, or maybe not neccessarily goood, but nice people, its alright!&lt;br /&gt;because in the end, death is the ultimate debt humanity pays back to nature.&lt;br /&gt;what makes us grieve is the fact that some people have to pay the debt too early, or we fail to do something we want to for the person but delayed for a while too long and too late, and thus regret etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;or it could be the plain fact that we truly enjoyed the person's company, had wanted to spend more waking years with him or her. that is love, lost. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our lives dont last forever, and it certainly wont, BUT there is a lil sumfin' that does.&lt;br /&gt;It is everything we leave behind. It could be good or bad. memories are one of the 'sumfins'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing anyone could leave behind is a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Good memories always brings a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Well, temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards we cringe cus we know the person whom we endear - is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but if you think a little more, it's better to feel happy for the person who left our world especially when he or she had previously brought laughter to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how many people can leave mostly good memories while the thought itself brushes off negative ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's great really, that someone can achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeh. i sound like a liberal hippie, peace and lovvve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-205431226307382773?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/205431226307382773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=205431226307382773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/205431226307382773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/205431226307382773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/furrrreeakkerrrism.html' title='furrrreeakkerrrism'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-7614239919106187722</id><published>2008-02-07T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:22:29.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy lunar new yearrr!</title><content type='html'>its the first day of the lunar new year today,&lt;br /&gt;and it's the year of the rat!(can i call it mouse instead? rat sounds awful =x)&lt;br /&gt;so feel lucky y'all gonna-be-24s or 12s,36s,48s, . . .&lt;br /&gt;cus your year only comes once in 12 years (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel much different actually.&lt;br /&gt;whereas most of my friends are suffering what is known as "cny euphoria"&lt;br /&gt;they get high because they get to drink, eat, and gamble in big groups.&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, un-married people get to receive 'red packets' from their elderlys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-7614239919106187722?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/7614239919106187722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=7614239919106187722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/7614239919106187722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/7614239919106187722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-lunar-new-yearrr.html' title='happy lunar new yearrr!'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-5726951784228651848</id><published>2008-01-30T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:16:23.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slug slime'/><title type='text'>i've been thinking. yes, i do.</title><content type='html'>ANNNDDDD,,,,......,,,,,, MAGGOT MILK!&lt;br /&gt;HI EVERYONE*SHAKES COBWEBS OFF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinesey new year is coming. yes! it's tradition to clean up our sties of a pig.&lt;br /&gt;so besides that i shall clean this blog too.&lt;br /&gt;REFRESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thinking this morning. bout being a crybaby, what schizophrenia is all about, all the way to what i think the term "clever" is percieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, a CRYBABY.&lt;br /&gt;-------------am i a crybaby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop guessing! yes i am!! DUH DUH, DOUBLE-DUHH!!&lt;br /&gt;it also explains why i decide to quit eating anything that walks or crawls&lt;br /&gt;well. besides those that live in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;i WEEP after watching a video inside a slaughterhouse.&lt;br /&gt;i am a major-weeper(oh Jude Law yess yess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET, i justify that moment by arguing that t'was guilt and shame that overwhelmed me. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cry alot for guilt and shame. possibly anger too.&lt;br /&gt;there were times i cry because i felt i had treated a great friend badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, you may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i woke up crying from a dream.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt i was rejected by someone i truly respect because he/she was angry at me for always being wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had never once cried from a dream&lt;br /&gt;vomited, yes.&lt;br /&gt;but not cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont blame the person at all!&lt;br /&gt;FYI =D i never will since i am always doing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hurt i felt was surreal.&lt;br /&gt;even felt like de javu BUT of course that didnt really happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;i felt it before.&lt;br /&gt;and you can bet a million gazillion dollars that i cried.&lt;br /&gt;i cried for two whole hours as if my beloved just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person who hurt me that bad possibly thought i was over-reacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, whatever but forgive me for never being backstabbed repeatedly before.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, the people around me other than "the one" are good-natured and truly enjoy your company.&lt;br /&gt;yes, the person is now being referred to as "the one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever noticed how something happens and then this person blogs about it and it involves something bad about you but the person refuses to reveal that it is, in fact, you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll know when it's about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing something similar to that but it's just to clear the thoughts in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;nothing else, peace (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, before "the one" started treating me like a complete enemy, she first spread nasty rumours about me, half-truths and whole un-truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while there i was, being confused and upset.&lt;br /&gt;i had no clue what the bucket-load-of-shit was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then came text message.&lt;br /&gt;kinda like a non-chalant warning message, saying i should not speak ill of "the one" and her newly-found friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like HUH?? what's going on??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i cried. the next day when i saw her i felt this sharp pain.&lt;br /&gt;the pain was an psychological version of the normally physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;it DOES hurt, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;it attacks the brain and the heart!!@&lt;br /&gt;which are unfortunately the 2 most important organs in your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the one" acted as if the message she sent the previous night had been the "closing" for this whole incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in her blog she talks about how ppl make use of their innocence. and use the bible to threaten her. YES, you saw right, THREATEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably crying to her is seen as "innocence" rather than, as the majority put it as well as Harvard and Oxford and wakashiz, the act of producing tears in the tear gland as a result of emotional stress or physical pain. or whatever. that is MY own definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my reply to that message was&lt;br /&gt;" FYI, i have not spoken ill of your friends, and i have absolutely no reason to. God knows, maybe you have spoken ill of others more than i did. Matthew 5:26"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it right? Matthew 5:26? correct me if i'm wrong, but it says something like," Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in which way is that threaten?&lt;br /&gt;let's take a moment's rest to discuss it, and also draw a mindmap while we're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... no rebuttals? anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! we have an answer! let's read it out.&lt;br /&gt;" if we do not have a heart with pure intentions, God will then fling on his invisibility cloak so we cant see him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Loser. what kind of threat is that? NEXT!&lt;br /&gt;probably if you say something like "I WILL WHIP OUT MY WANG AND SLAP YOU HARD THRICE ON THE FACE MWAHAHA@"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i will think it is a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, "the one" carries on the entry by asking god-knows-who why he/she is still brooding over it. she carries on to say,' well nvm, i will forgive this person"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, after i have been treated like an enemy, had rumours spread about me, and receive a possibly warning message with no reason whatso-ever, who should do the forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you should know some of the many questions i had in mind was&lt;br /&gt;"why is she doing this to me? i'm her bloody friend, not her fuckin enemy. WAS her friend"&lt;br /&gt;"what have i done to make her behave this way?"&lt;br /&gt;"is it because she had new friends and wanted to 'throw' me away after wasting me?"&lt;br /&gt;"why, why, why"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a total pansy now.&lt;br /&gt;HAH! if you do this any longer i will SUE you for harrassment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DingDongDang,&lt;br /&gt;stupid shmuck of a maggot muck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;This post is purely copyrighted and fictional. Anybody who responds to this post is subjected to serious mental abnormalities in need of psychological treatment of either extreme paranoia or inability to seperate fiction from reality.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;commends are definitely welcomed :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-5726951784228651848?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5726951784228651848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=5726951784228651848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/5726951784228651848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i burst out laughing and didnt care if some people looked.&lt;br /&gt;haha! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw this woman who reminded me of the 'nenek grasi'.&lt;br /&gt;dont know her?&lt;br /&gt;well she's this monster in malay folklore.&lt;br /&gt;an old woman demon with long hair and great sagging breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! she was just that and riding a bike.&lt;br /&gt;i've just recovered from stomach flu and i'm gonna get sick with eye flu.&lt;br /&gt;-puke-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i have nth to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i wanna remind people that i hate desperate guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp despo guys who steals numbers from a friend&lt;br /&gt;and tell me that its cus i was "attractive" or "very hot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate despo guys who wanna get close to girls just bcus they like her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus that guy is hideous.&lt;br /&gt;he's a cyber stalker too. ewww.&lt;br /&gt;did you feel the creeps? cus i just did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-5001932704004061819?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5001932704004061819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=5001932704004061819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/5001932704004061819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/5001932704004061819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-1239402419224505315</id><published>2007-05-31T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:46:42.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.,</title><content type='html'>i have no idea why&lt;br /&gt;why i started thinking of that little kitten i took care of&lt;br /&gt;and my tears started dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what the hell happened to her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! btw dino is female (:&lt;br /&gt;not a boyboy.&lt;br /&gt;i discovered that when chatting with linette x_x&lt;br /&gt;she said the boys have 2balls danglin off their groin.&lt;br /&gt;awww.&lt;br /&gt;dino has none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised how evil i have been.&lt;br /&gt;i wish to start life new.&lt;br /&gt;or sometimes i just wanna end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nobody will ever remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw&lt;br /&gt;arctic monkeys are funny.&lt;br /&gt;the lead singer is kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;he has big innocent-looking eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i've also been watching mtv hoping to catch their live performance&lt;br /&gt;they are INDIEROCK&lt;br /&gt;and i dig them(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are getting more shallow.&lt;br /&gt;as a result people start getting vainer.&lt;br /&gt;cus looks matters so much nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha(:&lt;br /&gt;i want a nose job.&lt;br /&gt;im not contented with my current nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food for thought:&lt;br /&gt;if you had a certain something that people liked&lt;br /&gt;but you dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you be contented just knowing that people actually like it?&lt;br /&gt;or would you continue being discontented cus it doesn't fulfill ur personal content?&lt;br /&gt;would you want to remove or change that certain something just so that u'll be happy?&lt;br /&gt;but that will mean that people around would be disappointed, but u dont care just as long as ure happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is:&lt;br /&gt;others or yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw the certain something isn't something that is fake or pretended.&lt;br /&gt;its something genuine. umm nvm this part is redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the former, ' others', relates to self-sacrifice, some self-denial, and acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;sacrifice of own's happiness for others&lt;br /&gt;maybe denying the dislike to the certain smth&lt;br /&gt;and accepting the certain smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the latter is selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;no explanation needed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well see ya later, innovator&lt;br /&gt;x_x&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-1239402419224505315?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1239402419224505315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=1239402419224505315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/1239402419224505315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/1239402419224505315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='.,'/><author><name>me.ow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00241889122631339710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18521840.post-1290530010542326654</id><published>2007-03-21T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:23:29.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....,,,</title><content type='html'>WTF.&lt;br /&gt;(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means "wow that's fantastic"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-1290530010542326654?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1290530010542326654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=1290530010542326654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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grieved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think of that.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i have been thinking of that for a very long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it simply lingers in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who'll drop real tears.&lt;br /&gt;somehow doubting anyone would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think my family would really feel heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;cos i've long stopped talking to anyone of them,&lt;br /&gt;since communication is merely a cause for conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about my friends?&lt;br /&gt;i do not know what they are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;so i never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about dino?&lt;br /&gt;he'll just miss the person who brings him out,&lt;br /&gt;brush his soft fur,&lt;br /&gt;and tickle his ribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently started thinking abt dino.&lt;br /&gt;cos i watched animal planet and it said chinchillas are the most exotic pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the main upsetting thing was that he was kept in a cage his whole life.&lt;br /&gt;like a baby born in prison and living in it till he dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. its like aliens capturing some of us from earth,&lt;br /&gt;bringing the new found specimens back to their place,&lt;br /&gt;keepin them in a cage,&lt;br /&gt;taking their babies away,&lt;br /&gt;growing the babies in a seperate cage,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; giving away the babies to other aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans are like these aliens.&lt;br /&gt;what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we humans will ultimately be the cause of human extinction.&lt;br /&gt;wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-1127883886359835161?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1127883886359835161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>hand over a map and a compass for my voice!&lt;br /&gt;cos its lost. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18521840-6887146758503296861?l=saburiblogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/feeds/6887146758503296861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18521840&amp;postID=6887146758503296861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6887146758503296861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18521840/posts/default/6887146758503296861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saburiblogs.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' 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