<?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-8660025</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:27:54.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven or hell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i dunno wat u wan out of my life&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wat i wan either&lt;br /&gt;n u dun tell&lt;br /&gt;u gave me wat i haf&lt;br /&gt;yetx&lt;br /&gt;i can nv figure out my questions&lt;br /&gt;n u nv ans me either&lt;br /&gt;wat is it tt i hafta do&lt;br /&gt;n accomplish&lt;br /&gt;b4 i get to rest&lt;br /&gt;or return&lt;br /&gt;i dunno which direction i shuld head to now&lt;br /&gt;n i can't get to where i wan&lt;br /&gt;wat i wan&lt;br /&gt;wat shuld i do&lt;br /&gt;when will u tell me&lt;br /&gt;its not i can't tk set backs&lt;br /&gt;its not i can't face problems&lt;br /&gt;but wat exactly m i enduring all these for&lt;br /&gt;will u tell me&lt;br /&gt;plz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-5360738401809556926?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-3087988319791186113</id><published>2007-03-26T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:00:01.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>leadership is a tough skill.....&lt;br /&gt;servitude have complicated rights......&lt;br /&gt;n if u try to combine the 2 of them together....&lt;br /&gt;trouble trouble..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-3087988319791186113?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/3087988319791186113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=3087988319791186113' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>new skin&lt;br /&gt;f.y.i.&lt;br /&gt;he's ky kiske frm guilty gear x series..&lt;br /&gt;the 1st character i eva used for tt game..&lt;br /&gt;mainly coz he wields a cool looking sword&lt;br /&gt;called Fuuraiken&lt;br /&gt;which means Thunderseal Sword&lt;br /&gt;hahaz&lt;br /&gt;sorri but ya&lt;br /&gt;i luv swords&lt;br /&gt;aniway&lt;br /&gt;tot tis new skin looks more organized than the previous one&lt;br /&gt;but onli wif a slight problem&lt;br /&gt;the HOPE, which is navigation buttons, has the scroll thing, which was originally not part of the original skin&lt;br /&gt;but ya, will get to it soon off to bed&lt;br /&gt;ZzzzzZZzzz...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-7494138578056679344?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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though.. its a bright shade of yellow.. lemon yellow if i'm not wrong.. but ya.. due to the colour, its now internally termed as the 'magic school bus'.. those who dun uds haf no childhood.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;so me, gp, cheryl were supposed to paint the ceiling of the upper decks (interior, if is exterior we'll be calling it roof, not ceiling).. so we laid the floor n chairs we newspapers, n got to work.. here's the stupid part.. coz the ceiling was quite low, when i stood up, my hair will brush against the ceiling.. so i did not wan to get my hair all yellow.. juzz cut.. so i made a newspaper hat.. to protect myself.. which cheryl gave me a new nickname 'diary milk lady'.. tot is was a pretty smart plan.. BUT.... due to the nature of painting ceilings, i had to look at the ceiling.. the result was.. the paint dripped n splattered on my face instead of my hair... -.-"........ shuld haf made a face mask too..... but aniway, at least my hair is ok, unlike cheryl n gp, who had both hair n face turned yellow.. n gp was screaming 1/2 the time wheneva paint dripped on his shoes n pants..&lt;br /&gt;the upper decks was seriously stuffy.. onli 2 small windows could be opened n no air-con.. made us pelt sweat bullets.. n took us like 2hrs+ to paint the entire ceiling.. had to lay newspapers, shift newspapers, use thinner to remove all painting mistks, be careful not to paint the aircon, seats, lights n floor (which we failed miserably).. n we got so bored 1/2way tt cheryl n gp played tic-tac-toe on the ceiling, while we signed our names.. n the thinner/paint mixture stinged our eyes real bad.. but when it was done.. ahhh... pure satisfaction... 1st time painting SBS bus.. beat tt ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break for lunch...&lt;br /&gt;after which was GM...&lt;br /&gt;2 to 5+...&lt;br /&gt;pretty long n heated meeting..&lt;br /&gt;shall ignore it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which we went back to painting the bus.. tis time to do the designing of the exterior.. caroline did a nice job of painting STUDENTS at the back of the bus, nice design too.. hahaz.. *clap clap*.. jessica did a gd job of painting the guy n gal n the lower corner of the side of the bus too.. looks real neat *clap clap too* n here comes the 2 *ahem ahem* 'artistic' painters of SC.. yxiu n rebecca.. who.... ermz.... painted... or attempted to paint.... a music note... a weird looking book... a snail.... an apple.... a BIG smiley face..... 2 flowers.... a stick man n stick woman wif a heart..... which gave the comment of the day frm i forgot who.. who said.. "wah.. tjc become kindergarden!"... which.. sorri rebby n yxiu, but i had to agree.. in the end.. rebby n yxiu had to erase off all their drawings.. *phew*.. hence the bus was saved... den went to paint the letters TJC at the front of the bus.. where the bus number usually is at.. in a shade of green.. looks ok...&lt;br /&gt;juzz when we were planning to leave... an unfortunate accident happened... which liat beng made a veri true comment.. tt.. although investiture is coming, our term still isn't up.. sighx... left sch at 8+, went for dinner b4 heading home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat a day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-4468424186663678745?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/4468424186663678745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>160th post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no special significance, but tot i'll juzz put up the number of post.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;it is not who u r deep inside you tt's impt, but ur words n actions tt defines u&lt;br /&gt;budden again, who will really look deep inside u to know who u rilly r&lt;br /&gt;or is it not impt to look inside at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wonder wat made u say tt about me&lt;br /&gt;i'm juzz as confused too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-1657886574989206881?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/1657886574989206881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=1657886574989206881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;so ya&lt;br /&gt;to sum it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation 2 is over! hahaz.. n i didn't even post about orientation1&lt;br /&gt;lo&lt;br /&gt;aniway, great job to all u guys who planned it&lt;br /&gt;cheerx to games comm too! hahaz.. u guys r great&lt;br /&gt;aniway&lt;br /&gt;scip might haf ended, but guys, its not the end path of ur jc life too&lt;br /&gt;there'r still loads of stuff in tj waiting for u to explore&lt;br /&gt;so dun dwell too long in the sadness of scip ending&lt;br /&gt;but instead move on wif these wonderful memories n experience&lt;br /&gt;be happy tt it happened, not sad tt its gone&lt;br /&gt;n frens will still be frens, juzz stay in constant contact&lt;br /&gt;so ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sheesh.. so much for hiding, yetx ppl know tt you r hiding.. totally backfiring on plan.. n dun ask me y i wanna stay tis way, coz i dun haf the ans myself.. its not my fault for being like tt too.. i'm not gonna tk it down yetx..&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/8660025-7491696502143245603?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/7491696502143245603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=7491696502143245603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/7491696502143245603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/7491696502143245603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2007/03/woo-1st-post-in-dunno-how-mani-months.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-116629321072102958</id><published>2006-12-17T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T02:20:10.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaz.. talk about strong friendship.. the tale of a Rider and his dragon is perhaps one of the nicest bonds of friendship that words can describe.. fantasy still though.. lo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-116629321072102958?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-116507133097101303</id><published>2006-12-02T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:55:31.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah.. let me tell u ppl how my cousin succeeded to piss me off in juzz 1 min...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scenario- i'm in my room using the laptop.. 1hr ago he was fiddling wif my laptop to find out how to transfer songs frm laptop to his hp, but failed.. so after studying the manual, he came into my room again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin- eh.. i think i know how to transfer already, but i think u sure wun let wan..&lt;br /&gt;me-     u say i dun let den u come tell me for what?&lt;br /&gt;cousin- u sure dun let wan.. *den he proceeds to show me the manual* u see arh.. u &lt;br /&gt;        muzz install tis thing.. den can use the cable..&lt;br /&gt;me-     but we tried last nite u dun haf the cd to install wat..&lt;br /&gt;cousin- tt's y i say u sure dun wan.. *start walking away* i already said u sure dun &lt;br /&gt;        let wan.. *walks out of the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH LA U!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come in say 'u sure dun let wan' den start telling me how to do den walk out saying 'u sure dun let wan' wah u win liao le lor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-116507133097101303?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/116507133097101303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=116507133097101303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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little miscommunication over the loud noises which resulted in me losing my remaining 2 lives while he got protected twice.. wasted my credit.. but nvm.. completion is completion.. hahaz.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm typing tis post after 12am so when i say today, it shuld be the 22nd nov.. went out wif the brothers plus pz to watch the movie casino royale.. lo.. its a james bond movie btw.. ehz.. the gd parts r nice, the bad parts r rilly bad, so i wun say i wun recommend it, but it's alright if u gif it a miss too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehz&lt;br /&gt;r we keeping too mani things unsaid..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-116421409246367180?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/116421409246367180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>One. Think of 15 short bits of interesting stuff about yourself. And they've gotta be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. Come up with 5 false statements regarding yourself, but for fun's sake keep them in the threshold of believability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. Jumble them all up together and list them in any order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four. Post them on your blog and let people guess which the five false ones are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five. Get 5 others to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i have a crooked left ankle since birth.&lt;br /&gt;2) i once wanted to be an astronaunt.&lt;br /&gt;3) i get bored easily.&lt;br /&gt;4) i hate reading.&lt;br /&gt;5) i m introverted.&lt;br /&gt;6) i like peace n quiet.&lt;br /&gt;7) i like alcoholic drinks.&lt;br /&gt;8) i haf lazy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;9) the fastest way to piss me off is to roll ur eyes at me.&lt;br /&gt;10) one of my favourite soup is corn soup.&lt;br /&gt;11) i like star gazing.&lt;br /&gt;12) i once had 3 karate lessons den quit.&lt;br /&gt;13) my birthdate has four 1s.&lt;br /&gt;14) my bike is black.&lt;br /&gt;15) my favourite manga is Flame of Recca.&lt;br /&gt;16) my left eye got poked at twice b4 n had internal bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;17) i once road my bike around my pri sch hands free.&lt;br /&gt;18) I got 2nd in a drawing competition before.&lt;br /&gt;19) my scariest dream was a nitemare of a murder tking place.&lt;br /&gt;20) the most common qns ppl ask me is 'y is there a ryu in ur name'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-116360430541295126?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/116360430541295126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=116360430541295126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/116360430541295126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/116360430541295126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/11/one.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-116334629569490867</id><published>2006-11-12T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:44:55.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;hair is long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When is the next time you will have sex?&lt;br /&gt;dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR"?&lt;br /&gt;floor..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet?&lt;br /&gt;Saturn.. the rings r nice.. but earth is nice too.. planets bahx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;Justin.. hahaz.. n tt's like so long ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ringtone on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;slam dunk's theme song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What kinda shirt you have on?&lt;br /&gt;the 30th jersey!!! =D too bad its oversized.. -.-"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Describe yourself in one phrase.&lt;br /&gt;aaron ryu ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;adidas.. i'm an adidas person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?&lt;br /&gt;ehz.. bright.. i like the nite sky, but i dun like dark rooms.. strange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;br /&gt;stupid xiujie.. lo.. ehz we need an arcade trip soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you're alone in a room with two beds, which one do you sleep on?&lt;br /&gt;mm... the one nearest to the wall..? or furthest frm the door..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;ehz... was still on msn.. chatting.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message say that you received on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;some1 cut her finger n is refusing to apply cream coz it hurts.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is your letter box?&lt;br /&gt;downstairs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;ehz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;br /&gt;wah.. dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;ehz tis hat tt is made of artificial rabbit fur.. i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;br /&gt;nopez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. 17 i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;me myself n i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. uchiha sasuke in tis ninja suit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;mm.. 'orh' when my aunt told me to bathe coz she wanna wash clothes &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly?&lt;br /&gt;fly.. anitime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;ehz.. define like.. lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;a thousand miles.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. If the last person you spoke to was getting shot at, would you jump in front of the bullet?&lt;br /&gt;wah.. nice qns..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you could punch one person in the face who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;my brother.. he's pissing me off these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is the closest object to your left foot?&lt;br /&gt;my blanket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next 5 people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. nahz.. juzz do it if u wan.. i'm doing it coz i was 'told' to do so..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-116334629569490867?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/116334629569490867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=116334629569490867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/116334629569490867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/116334629569490867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-116087971753488876</id><published>2006-10-15T08:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T10:53:14.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still standing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fricking pissed tt day.. wth.. at least we got some things settled.. but as towards that c issue.. no1 better say anithing bout it.. open ur big mouth n cause more trouble 4 us.. as if we dun haf enuff troubles already.. n to another c issue.. man hope u can get ur problems solved soon man.. tt h of urs is so stressed up by tt too.. but wateva it is.. we'll be supporting u all the way.. both of u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n u msged me juzz to tell me tt tt nitez..? coz the other kids were giving u tt problem n now u r saying tt i m too..? m i gonna be like u, coz u r always doing tt too..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm facing pressure frm mani directions already, so ya.. damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aniway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been playing these days.. wed was a mini outing wif some of the sc ppl.. met nabil natha yinglin at cityhall around 5+ n waited 4 the rest to come.. den u c everi1 appearing 1 by 1.. we had some latecomers though, but aniway, when majority of the ppl were here, we set off to dinner.. n btw, joel, u r fricking rich man.. no kidding.. lucky u.. &lt;br /&gt;so headed down to marina sq.. had dinner at cavana.. which was a whole lot of us.. namely.. me natha nabil beng gp joel adi justin stephy rebby yinglin carol claire.. ratchaphorn came n visited us 4 awhile but went off again.. so did wanting n dihui.. did i miss out ani1..? made so much noise at cavana, so mani ppl were looking at us.. but ya.. we were kinda crazy there.. hahaz.. &lt;br /&gt;after tt headed down to pool! lo.. long time no play.. me natha nabil beng gp joel adi justin n claire.. the rest didn't come along.. n hahaz.. damn fun.. arcade was beside pool, so beng n i played a little hotd4 1st.. 2 ppl together chiong until the star wif 1 credit.. lo.. a lot of improvements there.. den played pool.. lo.. chilled out.. highligh of pool game, i knocked 1 lightbulb off the lamp n broke it -.-"... everi1 was stunned.. but luckily didn't hafta pay 4 it.. den 1/2way meifen came joined us.. n played a little more.. &lt;br /&gt;10+ liddat close game.. went back play hotd4.. me solo reached temperance.. nabil natha hit empress.. hahaz.. everi1 getting better.. can go enter tourney.. after tt me natha nabil joel justin meifen hung out at marina sq until 11+.. juzz chatted n chilled.. n oh ya.. b4 i 4get.. meifen has now joined the BAB gang n is the leader.. da jie.. hahaz.. but she has yet to proven herself on the arcade machines, but nvm, soon soon.. so now BAB got 7 ppl.. funni to call ourselves brothers when we haf 1 gal now.. hahaz.. nvm.. will get around tt soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den fri was tj open house.. lo.. quite a no of ppl came.. was so bz at the lt1 stage.. 1 tech run, den 2 main rounds of performances.. all on the same day.. talk about rush.. but at least still managed to get it done.. the performances were great.. wanting scared the hell out of all the guys there.. hahaz.. was luffing all 3 times i saw her perform.. lo.. *clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;after tt had mass dance n cheering at the parade sq.. hahaz.. had fun dancing lahz.. den cheered loudly.. lo.. tt was the most fun period of the day.. den headed down to tj's mookcake festival n watched gp perform.. lo.. funni lahz u.. hahaz.. &lt;br /&gt;headed down to siglap pizza hut 4 dinner.. large grp of us.. like around 19 of us squeezing into 2 tables.. hahaz.. n few interesting things happened.. the other table, justin's, kept hitting on the poor waiter.. den the waiter was like luffing n being shy around them.. lo.. dunno to say he was embarassed or he enjoyed it.. maybe a mixture of both i suppose.. n... cheryl n peizhi can nv sit opposite each other during dinner.. cheryl got so mani 'dinner habits' which i shall not mention her coz she'll kill me.. but poor peizhi, sitting opposite her.. was luffing so much.. n me. sitting beside peizhi, was a victim of her noisy luffter.. n cheryl's luffter too.. lo.. stephy n meifen both of habits of playing wif there food.. esp chilli powder, pepper, n cheese.. nabil was another attraction.. in pizza hut's red atmosphere, his green hair stood out.. ya so we were another noisy grp.. dinner is nv quiet 4 us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after dinner, we had stay over at claire's.. me natha nabil beng gp joel adi meifen may peizhi rebby n obviously, claire herself.. watched movie played ps.. n here, i proudly announce, tt council guys CAN cook.. hahaz.. at 3am, we decided to make supper.. which was pasta.. n here's the behind the scenes of the making of the midnite pasta.. &lt;br /&gt;started wif claire preparing the ingredients.. which we haf.. spaghetti noodles, 1 can of hotdog, 1 can of luncheon meat, 2 cans of campbell mushroom soup n 1 can of campbell corn wif mushroom soup.. &lt;br /&gt;we onli had 1 small pot, so we were boiling the noodles part by part.. &lt;br /&gt;claire chopped the meat n hotdog..n gp fried the meat.. after cooking 2 rounds of noodles n me frying the hotdog, claire n gp left to buy more milk.. &lt;br /&gt;so adi n justin came in.. managed to fine a bigger pot n a biggest pot.. so we used the biggest pot to cook the remaining 3/5 packet of noodles.. which justin reminded me tt we need put salt to cook the noodles, which we didn't 4 the previous 2 batches.. but we couldn't find ani salt, so juzz continued cooking plain tasting noodles.. n we removed the original pot n used the bigger pot to cook sauce.. den we couldn't find the can opener.. as to how we opened the can wifout a can opener, it was not a veri nice process, so i'm not gonna disclose it here, esp to those who ate the noodles.. &lt;br /&gt;we cooked the 2 cans of mushroom soup.. wanted to use the wooden thing we used to fry the hotdog n meat to stir the soup, but it was kinda oily, so didn't use it.. found a spoon.. finally noodles were done.. strained the water away n collected the noodles.. looking at the big pile of noodless, we realized tt we dun haf enuff sauce.. so we transferred the mushroom sauce to the biggest pot, n, added in, the can of CORN wif mushroom soup.. yepz.. saltish mushroom wif sweet corn.. &lt;br /&gt;n continued stirring n stirring.. den we felt tt the sauce was too thick, so justin added in another can of water.. in the process of doing so, i dropped the spoon into the sauce.. 4 a few mins of panicking, we tried to fish out the spoon wif chopstick n knife n tis n tt.. until we got it, so washed it off n continue cooking.. &lt;br /&gt;den peizhi n may came in.. we said tt the meat n hotdog was in too big pieces, but we dun haf a chopping board, so they used scissors to cut the meat n hotdog instead..after they were done, we poured all the meat n hotdog into the sauce n continue cooking 4 awhile longer.. &lt;br /&gt;justin separated the noodles into 12 portions.. didn't haf enuff sauce to go around.. den rebby came in.. no, not to help, to eat.. say she dun wan noodles.. she juzz wanna eat the meat.. n started kop-ping the meat n sauce.. lo.. some fren, when we didn't haf enuff sauce already.. but ya.. poured the sauce onto the noodles.. n served.. lo.. &lt;br /&gt;hey, despite the big mess we created, everi1 said it tasted quite nice.. success.. hahaz.. played ps n monopoly n bridge until 6+ in the morning.. slpt 4 a while.. den woke up n went 4 meeting till 12+... came back home n went gym again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. back to today.. still pressured still stressed still upset.. lo.. looking 4 a gd solution out of tis..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-116087971753488876?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/116087971753488876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=116087971753488876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/116087971753488876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/116087971753488876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/10/still-standing_15.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-115902928561095501</id><published>2006-09-24T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:34:45.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>为什么要听妈妈的话&lt;br /&gt;长大后你就会开始懂得这段话&lt;br /&gt;长大后我开始明白&lt;br /&gt;为什么我跑得比别人快&lt;br /&gt;飞得比别人高&lt;br /&gt;将来大家看的都是我画的漫画&lt;br /&gt;大家唱的都是我写的歌&lt;br /&gt;妈妈的心她不让你看见&lt;br /&gt;温暖的事都在她心里面&lt;br /&gt;有空就得多摸摸她的手&lt;br /&gt;把手牵着一起梦游&lt;br /&gt;听妈妈的话别让她受伤&lt;br /&gt;想快快长大才能保护她&lt;br /&gt;美丽的白发幸福中发芽&lt;br /&gt;天使的魔法温暖中慈祥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-115902928561095501?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/115902928561095501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=115902928561095501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115902928561095501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115902928561095501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-115798502509104871</id><published>2006-09-11T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:30:25.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got kicked thrice today&lt;br /&gt;fricking leg will u juzz shut up n heal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-115798502509104871?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/115798502509104871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=115798502509104871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115798502509104871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115798502509104871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/09/got-kicked-thrice-today-fricking-leg.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-115790326032011841</id><published>2006-09-10T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:47:40.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>be firm........&lt;br /&gt;man..........&lt;br /&gt;be firm.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-115790326032011841?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/115790326032011841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=115790326032011841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115790326032011841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115790326032011841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/09/be-firm.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-115773332664970063</id><published>2006-09-09T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:15:51.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the formation of Band of Arcade Brothers&lt;br /&gt;members&lt;br /&gt;Agent Lee- Natha&lt;br /&gt;Zombie Terminator- Nabil&lt;br /&gt;Mafia Boss Beng- Liat Beng&lt;br /&gt;Captian Boon- Guoping&lt;br /&gt;Ryu Taichou- Me&lt;br /&gt;Not ranked yet- Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahz..&lt;br /&gt;not bad not bad&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. we r the nuts lahz&lt;br /&gt;but fun&lt;br /&gt;lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which&lt;br /&gt;leg hurts&lt;br /&gt;almost gave way juzz now&lt;br /&gt;muzz massage today&lt;br /&gt;funny injury sia&lt;br /&gt;dun even know how i got it&lt;br /&gt;hahahaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-115773332664970063?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/115773332664970063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=115773332664970063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115773332664970063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115773332664970063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-is-formation-of-band-of-arcade.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-115756182253475018</id><published>2006-09-07T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:57:02.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ha&lt;br /&gt;shooting monsters is fun&lt;br /&gt;lvl 4 now, new breakthru, aiming to go higher&lt;br /&gt;yeahz&lt;br /&gt;haven been doing wat i shuld be doing&lt;br /&gt;uhuh&lt;br /&gt;trouble trouble&lt;br /&gt;tt month came n passed&lt;br /&gt;was i rilly working?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't aware of anithing&lt;br /&gt;did not wanna go back&lt;br /&gt;coz wats left isn't wat was there&lt;br /&gt;its completely different to me now&lt;br /&gt;so much 4 being 4eva&lt;br /&gt;dun think i'll be joining u guys tis yr i guess&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which&lt;br /&gt;2nd time i haf weird problems wif my legs&lt;br /&gt;1st was my stupid ankle plus a full right leg cramp&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;a left knee pain n right thigh injury&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;mobiity having problems&lt;br /&gt;wth&lt;br /&gt;haven been myself 4 so long&lt;br /&gt;it feels so weird&lt;br /&gt;m i the one who's always been different&lt;br /&gt;constantly&lt;br /&gt;sighx...&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;everithing goes on&lt;br /&gt;n on&lt;br /&gt;n on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-115756182253475018?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/115756182253475018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=115756182253475018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115756182253475018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115756182253475018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/09/ha-shooting-monsters-is-fun-lvl-4-now.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-115730152134447073</id><published>2006-09-04T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:38:41.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funny how some things change&lt;br /&gt;while others remain&lt;br /&gt;is it juzz me&lt;br /&gt;or is it reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-115730152134447073?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/115730152134447073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=115730152134447073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115730152134447073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115730152134447073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-how-some-things-change-while.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-115116456179107776</id><published>2006-06-24T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:57:07.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll become a happy butterfly, and ride on the glittering wind &lt;br /&gt;I'll come to see you soon &lt;br /&gt;It's best to forget the unnecessary things &lt;br /&gt;There's no more time to be fooling around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean, wow wow wow wow wow? I wonder if we'll reach the skies &lt;br /&gt;But, wow wow wow wow wow I don't even know what my plans are for tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an endless dream, in this world of nothingness &lt;br /&gt;It seems as if our beloved dreams will lose &lt;br /&gt;Even with these unreliable wings, covered in images that tend to stay &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we can fly, on my love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll become a merry butterfly, and ride on the earnest wind &lt;br /&gt;I'll come to see you where ever you are &lt;br /&gt;Ambiguous words are surprisingly handy &lt;br /&gt;I'll shout it out, while listening to a hit song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean, wow wow wow wow wow? I wonder if it'll echo through this town &lt;br /&gt;But, wow wow wow wow wow There's no use anticipating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an endless dream, in this miserable world &lt;br /&gt;That's right, maybe not using common sense isn't so bad after all &lt;br /&gt;Even with these awkward wings, dyed with images that seem to stay &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we can fly, on my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an endless dream, in this world of nothingness &lt;br /&gt;It seems as if our beloved dreams will lose &lt;br /&gt;Even with these unreliable wings, covered in images that tend to stay &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we can fly, oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an endless dream, in this miserable world &lt;br /&gt;That's right, maybe not using common sense isn't so bad after all &lt;br /&gt;Even with these awkward wings, dyed with images that seem to stay &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we can fly, on my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm... think tis song is nice but my sis dun think likewise.. hahaz.. oh well.. childhood memories i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-115116456179107776?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/115116456179107776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=115116456179107776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115116456179107776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115116456179107776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-become-happy-butterfly-and-ride-on.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-115107938327414205</id><published>2006-06-23T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:18:03.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>0, n i'm juzz a new born child,&lt;br /&gt;1, n i've juzz called u mum.&lt;br /&gt;2, the whole world is my room, juzz me n u&lt;br /&gt;5, i can read n write&lt;br /&gt;7, sch is a newly discovered heaven&lt;br /&gt;9, mistakes can all be erased n re-written&lt;br /&gt;11, i am still dreaming&lt;br /&gt;13, my world changed again&lt;br /&gt;14, setback n disappointments r coming in&lt;br /&gt;15, lost in the world&lt;br /&gt;adolescence is a painful thing&lt;br /&gt;16, my age does not show who m i&lt;br /&gt;21, adulthood juzz settled in&lt;br /&gt;22, new wories r juzz coming in&lt;br /&gt;25, money n status becomes everithing&lt;br /&gt;33, now a they, family is urs to support&lt;br /&gt;35, i appear to be older than tis&lt;br /&gt;40, the yrs flash by&lt;br /&gt;45, in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;childhood passion n dreams, nothing but memories&lt;br /&gt;65, time is slowing down&lt;br /&gt;67, regrets n lost time r coming back to get me&lt;br /&gt;70, the things i used to strive for r all leaving me&lt;br /&gt;75, the world is nothing else but me&lt;br /&gt;90, i see myself in everi1 i c&lt;br /&gt;99, a little more to go&lt;br /&gt;den i realise&lt;br /&gt;0 is still the best time&lt;br /&gt;when u haf 100yrs to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post made possible wif the ppl around me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-115107938327414205?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/115107938327414205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=115107938327414205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115107938327414205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115107938327414205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/06/0-n-im-juzz-new-born-child-1-n-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-115090713270745333</id><published>2006-06-21T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:25:32.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;An empty street, an empty house&lt;br /&gt;I hole inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone, the rooms are getting smaller.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how, I wonder why, I wonder where they are&lt;br /&gt;The days we had, the songs we sang together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. time juzz flies n things juzz changes..&lt;br /&gt;ppl u meant 4 the 1st time, ppl u saw 4 the last..&lt;br /&gt;things u nv had, things tt can nv be recovered..&lt;br /&gt;memories pile up, burying the bottom-most ones..&lt;br /&gt;insignificant memories pushing the impt ones to the back of ur head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do u define change aniway..&lt;br /&gt;it is not who u r beneath, but ur actions tt define u- batman's gf (can't rmb her name)&lt;br /&gt;is tt true..?&lt;br /&gt;but tt's mere appearance isn't it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buried 4 sho long now.. r u fighting to come back out..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-115090713270745333?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/115090713270745333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=115090713270745333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115090713270745333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115090713270745333'/><link 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Do the following WITHOUT complains&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 5 person to do this after you completed yours&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. Start your post with "I have been tagged!" then do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haf been tagged.. sorri, but my have is haf.. but aniwae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourites&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Colour: black rawks.. red..&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Food: *currently* pasta.. jap.. chi.. &lt;br /&gt;Favourite Song: *currently* mm....? not rilly aniwae preference, but me listening to first luv now..&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Movie: *currently* mm....? x-men like duh...&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Sport: basketball..&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Day of the Week: i used to like thurs n fri a lot 4 no reason, but ya.. keep it tis way 4 now..&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Season: winter.. spring.. sighx.. stupid sg..&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Ice Cream: wah i'll skip tis.. too mani to name.. too mani i can't spell too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currents&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: dead.. having slight headache.. tired&lt;br /&gt;Current taste: taste..? in wat..?&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes: shirt n pants..&lt;br /&gt;Current Desktop: my numerous folders n files.. wat would u expect frm desktop..&lt;br /&gt;Current Toenail Colour: uncoloured..&lt;br /&gt;Curent Time: 4:29pm&lt;br /&gt;Current Surroundings: my room.. dun ask wat's in my roon.. too messy..&lt;br /&gt;Current Annoyances: ppl who tagged me.. specifically.. stupid xj.. sho gonna whack u at mvsc2 4 tis.. regardless if it's ur bdae or notx..&lt;br /&gt;Current Thoughts: *huh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: dun ask..&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: dun ask either..&lt;br /&gt;First Movie: mm...? sound of music..? tt's the most ancient one i can rmb&lt;br /&gt;First Lie: i dun lie.. serious.. tt's my 1st lie..&lt;br /&gt;First Music: mm...? majula singapura.. did i get the spelling rite..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;Last Cigarette: nv...&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink: vitasoy..&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride: last nitez.. no not car.. juzz cab..&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush: mm....?&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie: xmenIII the last stand.. *u shuldn't haf left sch*&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call: hahaz.. mum..&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: mm...? can't rmb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated one of your best friend: yeahz..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken the law: lo.. i dun break laws.. i find loopholes.. okiz tt dun sound true.. ya i do..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been arrested: nope..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skinny-dipped: nah..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on TV: mm...? not sure.. haven seen myself on one..&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone you dont know: nahz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you are wearing: ehz.. u dun wanna noe..&lt;br /&gt;4 things you done today: played worms.. binomial theoreom.. sms.. woke up.. not in order..&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now: 1st luv.. the tv.. construction work outside my house..&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you do when you are bored: stone..&lt;br /&gt;5 people? cheryl..(tag u again wif xj sho u hafta do 2.. n no u can't tag someone who tagged u.. xj..(changed my mind.. u can tag some1 who tagged u.. juzz dun tag me..) roxanne.. ermz.. 2 more victims.. *thinks hard* benjaja n kristin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-115036103108010730?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/115036103108010730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=115036103108010730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115036103108010730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/115036103108010730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-114908562563784802</id><published>2006-05-31T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:27:05.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a dream last nitez&lt;br /&gt;dreamt tt i was dead&lt;br /&gt;everitime a dream tt feels so real happens&lt;br /&gt;nth gd happens....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-114908562563784802?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-114623566508335064</id><published>2006-04-28T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:47:45.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>endless cycle&lt;br /&gt;break it&lt;br /&gt;karma?&lt;br /&gt;nahz&lt;br /&gt;different?&lt;br /&gt;maebe&lt;br /&gt;do u think i gif a damn&lt;br /&gt;dun care&lt;br /&gt;dun care&lt;br /&gt;if u r not who u make urself out to be&lt;br /&gt;tt's sad&lt;br /&gt;if u r blinded by r own vision&lt;br /&gt;too bad&lt;br /&gt;u'll juzz sink n sink n sink&lt;br /&gt;if u think u haf a right&lt;br /&gt;go look in the mirror n think again&lt;br /&gt;u can look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;but u can't look thru it&lt;br /&gt;u think u noe me&lt;br /&gt;but u dun even noe urself&lt;br /&gt;if u wanna judge me&lt;br /&gt;u better justify urself 1st&lt;br /&gt;n if u r wondering about the way i m&lt;br /&gt;go wonder about wat haf u done urself&lt;br /&gt;my world&lt;br /&gt;u dun belong in it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-114623566508335064?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/114623566508335064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=114623566508335064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/114623566508335064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/114623566508335064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/04/endless-cycle-break-it-karma-nahz.html' 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type='html'>whoo..... O2 is finally over.. here's the lyrics for the 6 songs we danced to.. hahaz.. kinda miss is now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dhoom Dhoom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OST Dhoom&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom come and light my fire&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom let me take you higher&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom I wanna feel that burnin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom it’s a wild emotion&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom passion and devotion&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom now the wheels are turnin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move your body close to mine and&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel your love divine and&lt;br /&gt;Together we’ll explode and we’ll go boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom machale Dhoom machale&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom machale Dhoom machale&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom machale Dhoom machale&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom machale Dhoom machale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom I’m gonna make you sweat now&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom get your body all wet now&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom so let’s get down on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom till the early morning&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom until the dawning&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom you know that you want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake your body down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Once you go there’s no turnin’ round&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we’re gonna make the world go boom boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom machale Dhoom machale&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom machale Dhoom machale&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom machale Dhoom machale&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom machale Dhoom machale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This yearnin’ inside&lt;br /&gt;You know you just cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;So don’t fight the feeling just let your body decide&lt;br /&gt;When you get down on the road&lt;br /&gt;It’s a wild overload&lt;br /&gt;Ridin’ higher than you ever did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doom dhoom let your body do the talkin’&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom I wanna keep on rockin’&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom I want it twenty four seven&lt;br /&gt;Dhooom dhoom get the rhythm of the beat now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom feel the fire in your feet (and the heat) now&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom dhoom take a trip to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel the wind in my hair now&lt;br /&gt;Spread the power out everywhere now&lt;br /&gt;Feel the magic just go zip zap zoom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom machale Dhoom machale&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom machale Dhoom machale&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom machale Dhoom machale&lt;br /&gt;Dhoom machale Dhoom machale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartsdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts, da l-e-s baby&lt;br /&gt;It's hearts da l-e-s&lt;br /&gt;Hearts da l-e-s, that's right&lt;br /&gt;So what you, what you, what you want?&lt;br /&gt;come on!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready? RISETTO&lt;br /&gt;ima ga chance, baby&lt;br /&gt;shunkan mikiwamete dare to dance, baby?&lt;br /&gt;mokuteki wa hitotsu sadame mo sorasazu&lt;br /&gt;kanarazu neratta emono wo byou satsu&lt;br /&gt;Heartsdales saimai wa shirokuro hakkiri&lt;br /&gt;1 kara 10 made MAIKU wa bakkiri&lt;br /&gt;On the regular 100% (hyakuPA-) wo dashikiri&lt;br /&gt;kui nai jinsei (say what?) tanoshimi&lt;br /&gt;bousou tokkyuu de TOPPU ni sakidatsu&lt;br /&gt;REESU wa jibun no aizu de noridasu&lt;br /&gt;masumasu kageki na FURO- kimi de kinasou&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what you want,&lt;br /&gt;what you, what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** soba ni ite hoshii nara&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what you want, come on!&lt;br /&gt;watashi dake mitete&lt;br /&gt;So, so what you, what you, what you want&lt;br /&gt;ai saretai nara&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what you want, come on!&lt;br /&gt;mimamotte ite ne zutto zutto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot baby, hot baby 1,2,3,4&lt;br /&gt;HA-KO- na femme fatale sanjou&lt;br /&gt;Make them say&lt;br /&gt;"Yo, dare ano neechan??"&lt;br /&gt;keisan zuku de keikaku tateru hirameku meian&lt;br /&gt;The unbelievable kita zo the chick that's fly&lt;br /&gt;kono yo itta mon kachi no gyoukan&lt;br /&gt;shika mo we the most ikareta kyoudai&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you say you're sorry like&lt;br /&gt;Chicago, right shinbaku kazu ageteku kokoro tokimeku&lt;br /&gt;SEREBU to chill in MERUSEDESU&lt;br /&gt;You know It's like that hibi ugoku to make a zaisan&lt;br /&gt;bibiraseru nousatsu FUROO wo kaichau&lt;br /&gt;ichido kikya itamitsuki&lt;br /&gt;dakara itsumo cats love this like I'm FURISUKI-&lt;br /&gt;atama ni chokugeki sureba ase nigiru te ni&lt;br /&gt;MAIKU de we about to set a record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Jewels, all the way live!(Way live!)&lt;br /&gt;We got Rum, all the way live!(Way live!)&lt;br /&gt;Heartsdales, all the way live!(Way live!)&lt;br /&gt;All the way live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spray kashi like toryou machi no kabe&lt;br /&gt;bomb umetsukusu&lt;br /&gt;Local kara global, hey yo uwasa hirome&lt;br /&gt;umi koe yuku yo diplomat&lt;br /&gt;RIKOMEN suru ADOBAISU (kaname check shitoke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi no te no you na verse mitoreteru hazu&lt;br /&gt;ichimoku boreshichau Queen from shutoken&lt;br /&gt;We bring the kakumei ishoku na sisters from hikaru wakusei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** repeat x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** What you want, what you want,&lt;br /&gt;what you want&lt;br /&gt;What you want, what you want,&lt;br /&gt;what you want from me, huh?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets Get Retarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Get Retarded, in here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the base keep runnin' runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and&lt;br /&gt;runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks.&lt;br /&gt;We got five minutes for us to disconnect, from all intellect collect the rhythm effect. Obstacles are inefficient, follow&lt;br /&gt;your intuition, free your inner soul and break away from tradition.&lt;br /&gt;Coz when we beat out, girl it's pullin without. You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out.&lt;br /&gt;Burn it till it's burned out. Turn it till it's turned out. Act up from north, west, east, south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.&lt;br /&gt;Get stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose control, of body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get ahead, just jump into it.&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll here a body, two peices to it.&lt;br /&gt;Get stutted, get stupid.&lt;br /&gt;You'll want me body people will walk you through it.&lt;br /&gt;Step by step, like you're into new kid.&lt;br /&gt;Inch by inch with the new solution.&lt;br /&gt;Trench men hits, with no delusion.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's irresistible and that's how we movin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.&lt;br /&gt;Get stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin runnin' and... Come on ya'll let's get...Oohhoo!&lt;br /&gt;Aha, let's get oohhoo... in here (right now yeah.) Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here... Cookoo, aha, let's get,&lt;br /&gt;cookoo, in here...ow, ow, ow...&lt;br /&gt;ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get ill, that's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;At the gate, we'll bring the bud top drill. (Just)&lt;br /&gt;Lose your mind this is the time,&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll test this drill, Just and bang your spine. (Just)&lt;br /&gt;Bob your head like epilepsy, up inside your club or in your bentley.&lt;br /&gt;Get messy, loud and sick.&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll mount past slow mo in another head trip. (So)&lt;br /&gt;Come then now do not correct it, let's get pregnant let's get hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.&lt;br /&gt;Get stupid. (Come on)&lt;br /&gt;Get retarded (come one) , get retarded (yeah), get retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D)&lt;br /&gt;Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded (woah, woah, woah) in here.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Oohhoo! Aha, oohhoo... in here... Cookoo, aha, cookoo, in here (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D)... Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here...ow, ow, ow...&lt;br /&gt;ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin' (fade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Larger Than Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ha, ha, ha, ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha, ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may run and hide&lt;br /&gt;When you're screamin' my name, alright&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you now&lt;br /&gt;There are prices to fame, alright&lt;br /&gt;All of our time spent in flashes of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;All you people can't you see, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;How your love's affecting our reality&lt;br /&gt;Every time we're down&lt;br /&gt;You can make it right&lt;br /&gt;And that makes you larger than life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the crowd&lt;br /&gt;And I see your body sway, c'mon&lt;br /&gt;Wishin' I could thank you in a different way, c'mon&lt;br /&gt;Cuz all of your time spent keeps us alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of your time spent keeps us alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, every time we're down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you can make it right&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and that's what makes you larger than life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S Club Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S Club&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' down tonight, a come on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' down tonight, uh huh, everybody&lt;br /&gt;Get down tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S Club (there ain't no party like an S Club party)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna show you how (everybody get down tonight)&lt;br /&gt;S Club (there ain't no party like an S Club party)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take you high (shake your body from side to side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Friday night&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' kinda good, lookin' alright&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get movin', can't be late&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get groovin', just can't wait (ho!)&lt;br /&gt;Get the feeling (get the feeling)&lt;br /&gt;Push the ceiling (push the ceiling)&lt;br /&gt;Player hater (player hater)&lt;br /&gt;Get ready everybody 'cos here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S Club (there ain't no party like an S Club party)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna show you how (everybody get down tonight)&lt;br /&gt;S Club (there ain't no party like an S Club party)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take you high (shake your body from side to side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! Throw your hands in the air&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! Like you just don't care&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! There's a party over here&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! There's a party over there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina's doing her dance&lt;br /&gt;Jon's looking for romance&lt;br /&gt;Paul's getting down on the floor&lt;br /&gt;While Hannah's screaming out for more (ooh hoo!)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see Bradley swing&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see Rachel do her thing&lt;br /&gt;Then we got Jo, she's got the flow&lt;br /&gt;Get ready everybody 'cos here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S Club (there ain't no party like an S Club party)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna show you how (everybody get down tonight)&lt;br /&gt;S Club (there ain't no party like an S Club party)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take you high (shake your body from side to side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! Throw your hands in the air&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! Like you just don't care&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! There's a party over here&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! There's a party over there&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! Throw your hands in the air&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! Like you just don't care&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! There's a party over here&lt;br /&gt;O-oh O-oh! There's a party over there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghetto boys, make some noise!&lt;br /&gt;Hoochie mamas, show your nanas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S Club (there ain't no party like an S Club party)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna show you how (everybody get down tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S Club (there ain't no party like an S Club party)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna show you how (everybody get down tonight)&lt;br /&gt;S Club (there ain't no party like an S Club party)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take you high (shake your body from side to side)&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat to fade]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Speedy Gonzales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better come home, Speedy Gonzales&lt;br /&gt;Away from tannery row&lt;br /&gt;Stop alla your a-drinkin'&lt;br /&gt;With that floozie named Flo&lt;br /&gt;Come on home to your adobe&lt;br /&gt;And slap some mud on the wall&lt;br /&gt;The roof is leakin' like a strainer&lt;br /&gt;There's loadsa roaches in the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedy Gonzales, why dontcha come home?&lt;br /&gt;Speedy Gonzales, how come ya leave me all alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoken in a male Mexican accent: Hey, Rosita-I hafta go shopping downtown&lt;br /&gt;for my mudder-she needs some tortillas and chili peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(female voice singing a series of "La-la-la's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your doggy's gonna have a puppy&lt;br /&gt;And we're runnin' outta coke&lt;br /&gt;No enchiladas in the icebox&lt;br /&gt;And the television's broke&lt;br /&gt;I saw some lipstick on your sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;I smelled some perfume in your ear&lt;br /&gt;Well if you're gonna keep on messin'&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring your business back a-here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, Speedy Gonzales, why dontcha come home?&lt;br /&gt;Speedy Gonzales, how come ya leave me all alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoken in a male Mexican accent: Hey, Rosita-come queek-down at the cantina&lt;br /&gt;they giving green stamps with tequila!!&lt;div 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different now&lt;br /&gt;yeahz...&lt;br /&gt;i'm changing&lt;br /&gt;dun expect to c a aaron of 2005..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-114001271027645948?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/114001271027645948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=114001271027645948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/114001271027645948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/114001271027645948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-almost-month-im-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113750596747116504</id><published>2006-01-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:54:40.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's nth enlightened a out shrinking so tt other ppl wont feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;you are born to make manifest the glory of god tt is within u. its not juz in some of us, its in everyone and as we let our on light shine, we unconsciously give other ppl permission to do the same. as we're liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our deepest fear is not tt we are inadequate. our deepest fear is tt we are powerful  eyond measure.it is our light , not our darkness, tt most frightens us. we ask ourselves," who am i to  e  rillant , gorgeous, talented and fa ulous?" actually, who are you not to  e ? you are a child of god. your playing small doesnt serve the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113750596747116504?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113750596747116504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113750596747116504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113750596747116504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sighx..&lt;br /&gt;3.be smarter.. yepz..&lt;br /&gt;4.stop eating the cookies my sister bakes.. the last batch almost killed me&lt;br /&gt;5.be nicer to my siblings.. shuld be can lahz since now all growing up le&lt;br /&gt;6.luv my mum even more.. tis is a muzz&lt;br /&gt;7.spend more quality time wif family&lt;br /&gt;8.work harder tis yr..&lt;br /&gt;9.be there 4 ppl who need me..&lt;br /&gt;10.be happi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113604706427092010?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113604706427092010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113604706427092010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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an end ages ago.. yepz.. at 12midnite the past will be gone, swept into the endless flow of time, nv to return..&lt;br /&gt;but the coming of 2006 marks the beginning of mani things too.. the beginning of life in jc, the beginning of a much older age, the beginning of new things awaiting us to explore n c.. sho ppl.. as 2005 comes to an end, it's time to reflect n react..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entering 2005 has bought mani new things..mainly mani lessons bahx.. looking back at the events tt happened.. 1st thing was the death of a relative.. yepz.. lesson no1- life is unpredictable.. imagine the 1st thing u hear when u wake up is tt ur uncle's died.. the mani things left behind after 1 person dies is.. i dunno.. burdens after burdens.. the effects of having lost a loved one.. the implications of his death on others.. as much as ppl say death is unavoidable, n the onli way to stop the pain is to accept the fact n move on, it's still.. shocking in a sense.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start of the class 4bn.. hahaz.. mani more ppl i got to noe.. yepz.. the 4bn gang.. spent much more happier times as compared to the past.. coz we put in effort bahx.. to bond.. to make lesson times livier.. to play n study at the same time.. the various things we've done.. the teacher's day performance, graduation performance, the prank, x country cum national day celebration.. yepz..lesson no2- if u r willing to put in effort to noe new ppl, u'll realize how much time u would haf missed enjoying.. strangers r there 4 u to make frens wif..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting go.. yepz.. lesson no3- holding on to sth which shuld not be held on to will not bring happiness at all.. no matter wat u hold on to.. saw mani things tt shows these.. holding on to the past, hating the present, dreading wat will come in the future, u juzz wanna go back.. seen mani relationships gone sour n over.. seen my grandaunt crying at my uncle's photo even 5 months after the funeral.. letting go is not to 4get bout the past.. letting go is to accept it, thus allowing u to move on, carrying the past wif u into a new life.. the longer u live, the more luggauges u carry.. u r the one doing the walking.. tk control of ur life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting anew.. sounds nice..? hahaz.. mani ppl find it scary.. moving on to a new environment.. sth unfamiliar.. not onli tt.. to start anew, after ur past mistks n experiences.. to relieve urself of the burdens of knowledge, be it ur own character faults, ur bad experiences wif others, to 4gif n 4get, to embrace a new person, to breathe in new air.. lesson no4- one muz not be afraid to start a new life.. dun ask urself y shuld u walk a new path, juz ask urself y shuld u not walk a new path.. afterall, u've got nth to lose, juz more to gain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson no5- frens.. hahaz.. ppl.. we all did noe more of the ones around us didn't we.. expected.. afterall.. we haf spent more time together now.. 4bn.. 2rp.. cchm.. frm strangers to frens, frm frens to close pals.. frm close pals to lifelong buddies.. it's all wif the process of time.. after being more accepting of frens.. found more time spent on doing diff things.. it's no longer spending 24/7 wif onli 1 person, it's 24/7 wif mani ppl, everiday bringing forth a diff person.. walking down their paths of daily life, letting them walk down ur path wif u.. learning frm their mistks, sharing urs wif them.. waiting 4 ur gd frens to come, letting time test ur frenship, letting time tell u who r urs truly.. knowing more ppl ain't a lost at all.. in fact, it's a gain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson no6- family.. yeahz.. the 1st grp of ppl u noe at the veri 1st awakening of birth.. ur parents, ur siblings, ur uncles n aunts, ur nephews n nice.. the whole works..we tend to put frens b4 families, making us neglect the ones related to us by blood.. when was the last time u listened to ur best fren's problems..? when was the last time u listen to ur siblings' problems..? when was the last time u listen to ur parents' problems..? when was the last time u truly shared ur fren's burdens..? when was the last time u truly shared ur parents' burdens..? how mani of u had spent more quality time wif them, to noe them better, to noe the ppl who gave birth n raised u.. how mani of u haf given them the luv u would haf shown ur stead..? families ain't perfect.. they haf their own problems too.. mani mani problems.. mani mani joys.. 2005 haf brought me to know more about them.. the ones tt haf always been there.. n the ones tt haf always been missing in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality is lesson no7.. yepz.. would u consider tis word sensible or cruel.. afterall, who doesn't like a little dream come true in our lives, who doesn't wan a fairytale ending, who doesn't wan to be like the heroes in comics.. but afterall, everithing around u will knock u back to earth.. the oh-so-true problems adults face everiday r starting to creep up on us.. yepz.. we r growing, soon gonna be past mid-teenage, soon gonna get out of our childhood days n into the adults world.. financial problems, family problems, employment problems, taxes n bills n the whole works will soon be our problems too.. can't help but learn to start dealing wif it.. those who haven felt the impact of such problems yetx, well, enjoy all u can now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes lesson no8- a person is nv happi except at the price of some ignorance n acceptance.. yepz..if u can't feel contented, u'll nv be happi.. if u noe how ugly the world out there is, den u'll nv be happi.. hahaz.. it's either ignore it, or accept it, den u can live smiling everiday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. currently kinda drained by tis post.. couldn't noe wat else to add on.. if it hits me i'll post them up.. hahaz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113602035314430127?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-113577147521055558</id><published>2005-12-28T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:26:35.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the 5 things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things about guys tt amaze me&lt;br /&gt;-they can be incredably dumb at times&lt;br /&gt;-they can be seriously hopeless at times&lt;br /&gt;-pride b4 stomach&lt;br /&gt;-stomach b4 anithing else&lt;br /&gt;-they nv grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things about gals tt amaze me&lt;br /&gt;-they can nv tell east frm west, left from right, up from down, front from back, back they'll NV get lost in a shopping mall&lt;br /&gt;-they haf eyes tt can melt ur heart, n nails to shred u&lt;br /&gt;-the concept of time is irrelevant to them&lt;br /&gt;-their moods swing faster than a baseball bat&lt;br /&gt;-they r made to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things about babies n toddlers tt amaze me&lt;br /&gt;-awwwwwwwwww....... sho cute..........&lt;br /&gt;-their determination to pick themselves up after falling down&lt;br /&gt;-the way to can switch frm crying to smiling frm wailing to luffing&lt;br /&gt;-no matter how mani times they wake u up in the nite, u'll still luv them the next day&lt;br /&gt;-the way they can make full grown men tremble when it's time to change diapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things about guys/gals together tt amaze me&lt;br /&gt;-no matter how mani times gals r late, the guys will always wait&lt;br /&gt;-u enter a shop full of bz gals n u look outside at a corridor full of bored guys&lt;br /&gt;-the way little gals n boys go EEEEEEEEEEE when they watch mushy shows n once they grow up, their attitudes towards such shows change&lt;br /&gt;-the way guys spend all day playing wif their toys n gals will watch them patiently&lt;br /&gt;-u jump i jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 lessons i've learnt tis yr&lt;br /&gt;-nv pick on a young kid, coz u nv noe who's behind them&lt;br /&gt;-nv push ur younger siblings around today, coz b4 u noe it, they'll be pushing u back tmr&lt;br /&gt;-nv attempt to win gals in ani games, coz they'll end up dragging u into the sea if u win&lt;br /&gt;-nv luff at ur mum's embarassing moments, coz she'll cut ur allowance b4 u can finish luffing&lt;br /&gt;-nv (if possible) eat bbq food during chalets (ppl, let's try sushi or steamboat next time k?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepz.. juzz nice 5 by 5.. hahaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113577147521055558?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113577147521055558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113577147521055558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113577147521055558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113577147521055558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/12/5-things.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113500828706924121</id><published>2005-12-20T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:04:47.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to aaron&lt;br /&gt;man... u sux........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113500828706924121?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113500828706924121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113500828706924121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113500828706924121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113500828706924121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-aaron-man.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113483554248053810</id><published>2005-12-17T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:05:43.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phew.. back frm the rp chalet.. hahaz.. damn tired now.. becoz of all the activites going on.. sho i'll be summoning up my remaining energy to blog about the chalet, sho here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day1&lt;br /&gt;meeting time was 2 at habour front station.. in the end somehow or order i lost my sense of time n rushed out of house at 12+ thinking tt i'll be late, n reached there at 1:30 n having kel remind me of the time.. sheesh.. den waited 4 the rest to reach, which they finally did (me, kel, ph, nori, mw, aud, xy, wq, von, zp, al, jh), n den headed down to sentosa.. took the shuttle bus in (the sign on the bus said charter, while the advertisement i saw said shuttle, same pronunciation, diff meaning) n after a while, we reached the island!!! hahaz.. took the blue line in to coastal sands resort n stopped at the siloso stop.. sho 1st problem prop up already: how do we get to the resort? sho we waited at the stop n flagged down passing by vans to ask 4 directions n we had ppl telling us to walk in.. okiz lo.. walk den walk.. we walked wif our tons n tons of stuff, n 1/2 way there we realized tt it's UPHILL!!!!! whoa... luckily 4 us the shuttle van passed by n saw us lugging the bags n told us to wait 4 him.. sho we cheered 4 him.. hahaz.. den after a while he passed by us wif a carful of ppl n shouted 4 us to wait 4 him again.. sho we waited.. n for the third time he passed by us again n told us to wait.. -.-".... we were there saying tt he can call us to wait n wait n finally wait until 6:30 b4 he rilly drive us.. hahaz.. but luckily tis time round he finally did drive us all in.. hahaz.. n we finally reached the chalet, saw aman , xl there.. yepz.. sho they brought us to the room, n man, it was rilly small.. serious.. it's onli as big as my bed room.. had a small fridge, a small bed, a small cabinet, an ok wardrobe, n a ok toilet.. hahaz.. budden it's ok to us, coz we wun be spending much time in the room aniwae (which was our mistk coz we had no place to slp when we rilly needed it) yepz.. den the gals headed down to the beach while the guys stayed in the room n played cards.. got bored laterx sho decided to join them at the beach.. sho ran into jon n felix on the way sho they joined me.. whoa.. the beach was damn nice.. serious.. veri peaceful n un-sg like.. hahaz.. man.. nice scenary.. den we realized tt they r at tis little 'offshore island' place connected to the 'mainland' by a wooden bridge.. hahaz.. when we walked there, we saw xy n von building a mini sandcastle, while the rest r juzz digging holes.. sho i was there thinking 'wat the heck r u all making?' sho jon felix n i juzz stood at the side looking n looking.. den nori said 'lets go n wash our hands' sho the whole grp walked  down n washed, n suddenly noriko said 'ok ok lets go!' sho the whole grp rushed up n threw xy into the hole n buried her.. hahaz.. lo.. took a photo of tt.. felix buried some of the gals slippers in the sand while we hid the xl shoes under the bridge.. sho after a while the gals found theirs, while xl could not.. sho we were there misleading xl to diff parts of the beach to dig here shoes.. hahaz.. veri fun.. laterx we decided to play 'pepsi cola' (u noe, the game which we step on each others leg) which i personally considered was a mistk becoz i used to play tt game everiday during recess in pri sch.. wahhahaha.. they didn;t noe tis of coz, sho of coz, wif rusted skills, me clinched champ twice.. hahaz.. okiz lahz.. wasn't a honourable win aniwae.. but the 2nd game was funni, coz the gals decided to gang up on me, but didn;t realize tt they r actually bringing the whole grp themselves nearer to me.. lo.. aimed nori, coz her feet were sunburnt.. hahaz.. den laterx the whole grp tried to push me down the water (felix!!!!! u fricking juzz stood at the side n watched them!!!!!) sho i had nori mw von xy trying to sumo style me down into the sea.. had a little tug of war style kinda struggle, but alas, they were too strong.. sho lost to them.. got seriously wet.. budden luckily got nori n xy pei wo kenna.. ahahz.. went back to the chalet after tt.. waited 4 nori to bathe 1st den xy den me, while the rest went down to start the fire.. saw tt hh n zs n jj joined us.. we started to build the fire (1st time i eva done tt) sho jon felix n me were there fanning n fanning.. laterx xl came n said to help us, which in the end started to make a mess of things.. hahaz.. sho we tried to chase her away.. but she stubbornly refused to leave.. oh well.. at least we managed to get the fire up in the end.. den bbq the food.. in shifts, sho get to eat n rest at the same time.. later on went to play pool at the chalet.. xj joined us here.. hahaz.. had fun playing n playing while eating.. until dunno wat time.. xy wq n von decided to swim, sho jon felix n i joined too.. took tt chance to get some swimming lessons frm jon.. lo.. ended up wif mouthful of chlorinated water n my right ear all clogged up.. oh well.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day2 12am&lt;br /&gt;after bathing me felix n aman headed down to shangri la resort to play pool.. hahaz.. found al n gang playing there already.. lo.. darren jon zx felix n such soon came down n play.. n we played economic pool.. lo.. nice games man.. laterx headed down to the siloso beach n celebrated zx n aman's bday.. lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall continue next time.. too tired to go on.. hahaz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113483554248053810?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-113359187278209367</id><published>2005-12-03T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T14:37:52.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyx heyx 2rp03 ppl.. i'm planning to make a shirt wif a newly designed rp ambi printed on it by rp chalet (is it possible? coz i've nv printed such shirts b4) spread tis info around 4 me plz, n those who wan it reply me asap.. i'm gonna get the shirt down b4 the week ends.. tis week.. check the date on tis entry to find out which week is it.. sho plz help me spread around.. msg my hp, dun tag.. i'm using the 1st no now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113359187278209367?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-113353915981793057</id><published>2005-12-02T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:59:19.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lo... sho long no blog le.. sho yepz.. here i m.. back.. prom's over.. hahaz.. was fun.. had some unrecognisable ppl.. all in all.. an enjoyable n memorable night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113353915981793057?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113353915981793057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113353915981793057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113353915981793057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113353915981793057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/12/lo.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113293684429253289</id><published>2005-11-25T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:40:44.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tis post is a tribute to audrey, sho audrey, if u r reading tis, i'll like to tell u tt it's a harmless prank tt we tot of on the spot tt day.. sho dun get angry k?&lt;br /&gt;it all started wif me n xj hanging out at ps.. sho when we left ps it was onli around 7pm.. nite's still young, sho we decided to hang out in town.. den was there calling ppl to c if they're in town notx den hopefully if they r we can join them n walk around.. sho after trying countless times on guys n gals, we finally found 2 gals who were nearby: audrey n minxuan..&lt;br /&gt;sho met up wif them le.. here's sth.. they're 2 gals who dunno their way around town.. okiz.. maebe audrey does a little.. but mx? SHE HAS NO IDEA AT ALL!!! (erhermz, if u r reading tis, u'll noe how shocked i m to realize it) u can practically lead her in circles around town n she'll juzz follow u wifout having a clue where u r going.. which is wat we did.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;sho after meeting them, we went to long john in cineleisure.. den ate dinner.. sho after tt audrey's father came to fetch her in car, sho she went off 1st, leaving us 3.. tis the fun part.. ppl.. get ready a map of tt area in ur mind.. sho we 'decided' to go to sommerset station.. n mx doesn't noe where it is.. sho frm the cross road outside cineleisure (the traffic lights there), she pointed to the direction of hmv n insisted tt walking straight down tt direction n turning right somewhere there will get her to sommerset.. sho both xj n i stared at her, but did not say anithing.. sho we formulated a plan: mission get mx lost.. sho we started walking down in the diretion of taka n told her tt it'll tk us to sommerset.. she was in doubt of coz, suspecting tt we r playing a trick on her.. but she doesn't dare tk the risk.. sho while walking to taka, she was still insisting tt her direction is correct (which obviously is not) but still following us.. sho frm walking, we speeded up to a jog, den sprinted off across the road juzz when the lights turned red man, leaving us separated frm her by the road.. frm here, xj n i persuaded to head off in 2 diff directions, leaving her staring at us mouth ajar (ur mouth was opened ritez?).. budden after a while we got worried tt she'll rilly head off in the direction she tot was right (which will seriously get her lost) we decided to head back n look 4 her..n den proceed to walk in the opposite direction towards sommerset station (she realized we had tricked her) n right towards sommerset station (when she finally realized her mistk) n continued on towards ps (frm there easier to tk northeast line).. tis is prank 1 on mx..&lt;br /&gt;now 4 prank 2 on audrey..(the noriko plan)&lt;br /&gt;while the 3 of us were walking towards sommerset, i called audrey.. &lt;br /&gt;me: wei.. audrey arhz? did mx call u..? juzz now while we were walking den suddenly we got separated in a crowd.. can't find them&lt;br /&gt;aud: huh? den u didn't call xj?&lt;br /&gt;me: called.. he said mx isn't wif him..&lt;br /&gt;aud: den u go call mx lahz&lt;br /&gt;me: tried to.. her phone like spoilt le liddat.. couldn't get thru..&lt;br /&gt;aud: den how..?&lt;br /&gt;me: dunno.. u try calling.. den i go meet up wif xj n look 4 her&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;den we told mx, "mx! hurry switch off ur phone!" sho she switched it off.. den discuss how shuld we continue.. sho after a while, i called aud again..&lt;br /&gt;me: ehxz.. u found her?&lt;br /&gt;aud: dun haf.. her phone off.. couldn't call her..&lt;br /&gt;me: den how..?&lt;br /&gt;aud: i dunno&lt;br /&gt;me: nvm.. we go find her again&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;sho we told mx to call aud n tell her tt she's already reached home.. bluff aud tt she had walked home all the way frm taka.. den she luffed until she couldn't make the call.. budden decided tt walking all the way frm orchard to serangoon in juzz 10mins sounded too absurd, sho changed to bugis instead.. i made the call again..&lt;br /&gt;me: aud arhz.. we noe where she is le..&lt;br /&gt;aud: where?&lt;br /&gt;me (trying to sound veri tired): she's in bugis&lt;br /&gt;aud (disbelievingly): bugis!!!???&lt;br /&gt;me: ya lo.. she tis lu4 chi1 dunno how to walk around orchard but she managed to find her way to bugis.. &lt;br /&gt;aud: how come she walked all the way frm orchard to bugis?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;me: how i noe her.. even me n xj onli juzz reached ps, den she found her way to bugis le.. dunno how she walk de.. u call her laterx n ask her lo.. bye bye&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up* (the 2 of them were luffing beside me.. i was trying not to luff)&lt;br /&gt;sho yepz.. audrey.. tis the prank.. n ur dear mx participated in it too horz.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, juzz 4 fun, posting y we called tis the noriko plan.. it all began during 2rp chalet in sec2.. coz i lived the nearest frm downtown east, i was given the job of marinating the chicken wings (not rilly me lahz.. my aunt) n xj n i had to transport the wings to the chalet.. mind u.. not an ez task.. the sauce was spilling all over us.. sho.. to get back at noriko 4 giving us the dirty job, n actually more 4 fun, we decided to play a trick on noriko.. note tt xj n i were together all the time&lt;br /&gt;at the bus stop opposite my house.. the 2 of us.. holding the chicken wings.. waiting 4 bus.. i called noriko..&lt;br /&gt;me: nori arhz.. u got c xj..? the wings r wif him lehz.. budden i can't find him.. he's lost.. i tried calling him but his phone is engaged.. u try calling him can? call him to call me&lt;br /&gt;nori: wah.. cannot trust guys wif work.. ok ok&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;xj's phone started ringing&lt;br /&gt;xj: hello.. noriko arhz? ehz.. did u c aaron anotx arhz? i can't find him lehz.. tried calling him but his phone is engaged..&lt;br /&gt;nori: i noe.. he juzz called me.. u tk gd care of the chicken wings arhz.. come chalet meet us..&lt;br /&gt;xj: wat wings..? the wings r wif him wat&lt;br /&gt;nori (apparantly veri veri shocked): huh!!! he said the wings r wif u!!!&lt;br /&gt;xj: no la.. it was wif him lahz..&lt;br /&gt;nori (still veri shocked): u wait i call him!!!&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. we were luffing like mad.. boarded the bus.. the driver stared at us.. 2 guys wearing sauce stained clothes carrying 2 trays of chicken wings luffing our heads off.. took a seat.. my phone rang..&lt;br /&gt;nori (still still veri shocked): ehz!!! aaron!!! xj said the wings r wif u!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: no wat.. i gave him the wings when we left.. i said i need to do sth n told him to wait 4 me at the bus stop.. but when i returned both him n the wings r gone&lt;br /&gt;nori (apparantly didn't absorbed wat i've juzz said): aaron!!! xj said the wings r wif u!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: dun tell me the wings r lost arhz.. coz it's definitely not wif me.. (but sitting on my laps were the wings safe n sound)&lt;br /&gt;nori: aaron!!! u dun scare me lehz!!!&lt;br /&gt;me (trying veri hard not to luff): they're not wif me!!! u call xj n say i'll meet him at the chalet.. (quickly hangs up n burst out luffing.. lo.. both of us were luffing damn hard.. xj's phone rang..)&lt;br /&gt;xj (face turning red): nori arhz? the wings r wif aaron ritez?&lt;br /&gt;nori: no lahz!!! he said they're wif u!!! (can hear ppl like mx n jie in the background giving her advices on wat to tell us to do n complaining tt now they haf nth to eat)&lt;br /&gt;xj: huh? cannot be.. the wings r not wif me either (in fact, his tray of wings were sitting on his lap too)&lt;br /&gt;nori (veri shocked n angry): c lahz!!! u 2 got the wings lost!!!&lt;br /&gt;xj: wat??? ehz.. i meet u back at the chalet 1st.. tell aaron to hurry up there..&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;we burst out luffing again.. hahahaz.. omg.. it was sho damn funni at tt time.. reached downtown le.. alighted the bus.. my phone rang&lt;br /&gt;me: nori arhz.. sho how..? the wings rilly not wif him?&lt;br /&gt;nori: no lahz!!! call u all do such a small thing den u all lost the wings!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: maebe the wings flew away? (seriously trying not to luff while i made tt comment.. lucky xj.. he was howling away beside me&lt;br /&gt;nori: u idiot lahz!! hurry come back!!!&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;xj's phone rang&lt;br /&gt;nori: xj!!! hurry come back!! aaron coming back le!!!&lt;br /&gt;xj: okiz.. i reaching too le..&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaz.. couldn't stop luffing.. sho b4 entering the chalet.. we tried to compose ourselves n keep a straight face.. but once we saw nori.. we couldn't stop ourselves frm luffing again.. hahaz.. yepz.. tt's the tale of "the noriko plan"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113293684429253289?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113293684429253289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113293684429253289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113293684429253289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113293684429253289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/11/tis-post-is-tribute-to-audrey-sho.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113268454973028217</id><published>2005-11-23T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:41:05.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa.. sho fast.. the o's r over, prom's coming, we've all graduated.. man.. imagine seeing ur classmates frm short kids wearing shorts(4 guys) n below knee skirts(4 gals) to spiked hair, long pants n above knee skirt, multiple earrings tis n tt.. still rmb luffing at the guys during sec33 when we all started wearing longs.. now imagine tis, tt on prom nitez, the guys will be in suits (some aniwae, those tt i noe of) n galss in gowns (some aniwae too *crys, u cmi, budden if u r wearing a gown, den seriously, i'll go wow at u, provided u dun disgrace the designers k?) man.. they dun call teenage yrs the transition phase 4 nth (not not transition metals, is transition phase) sho ppl.. hahaz.. wanted to type tis long ago, but delayed it until now, sho lets get to it.. the ppl i wanna thnx coz i'll rmb u all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st n foremost&lt;br /&gt;2respect03&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. the class man the class.. all 36 of us.. were going thru memories of the times we spent together.. frm the 1st day of sch where everi1 beside u is a strange freak to when we bonded like peanut butter n jam sandwich.. chung cheng bian bian bian, bazaar by the lake, teachers day celebrations, class chalets, we're together in it all tis time.. hahaz.. n the chung cheng spirit award in 2003.. hahaz.. wifin respect, howeva, got some great frens i've known.. let's get down to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda-hahaz.. my sis.. yeahz.. even though u'r in rgs, n tt we hardly meet, i'm glad to say we still keep in close contact.. hahaz.. though we graduated frm diff schs, we'r still gd bro n sis aint we.. u'r the one who's always argueing wif me about politics, environmental issues, social issues tis n tt tis n tt until sometimes i'm lost in wat u r saying myself.. hahaz.. but hafta sae it's been fun to tok about such stuff wif u.. sho sis.. hahaz.. thnx to u 4 these yrs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey-ehz.. the small eyes turtle wif the veri cute small eyes turtle keychain.. hahaz.. resemblance ritez? lo.. tok to u a lot in sec3 n sec4 bout stuffs, my impression of u haf also changed thruout tis yrs le.. lo.. muzz be more yong2 gan3 abit.. n dun always gif me tt lame dio expression everitime i'm laming lehz.. though i find tt expression veri funni also.. veri fun.. ehz.. changed my mind, u better keep tt expression..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinyan-the pillar i've depended a lot on.. yeahz.. we might haf diff views on certain things, but u do uds me le.. veri naughty at times also arhz, always influencing me to play games.. mm.. budden again.. the times spent wif u haf given me a lot of diff views of things.. advices n such.. u'r a veri close fren of mine le.. strength is a comparison le, not onli wif others, but also wif urself.. but it doesn't matter if u r strong or weak.. life's a large wave, wif the crests n troughs, the ups n downs, the happiness n sadness.. dun drown urself in the bad, coz there's still the gd.. no1's strong completely, neither's ani1 truly weak.. falling n getting up again maebe an endless cycle.. it might not be a test of ur character in the end at all.. it's juzz life.. go up n down wif it, n learn, not regret, n reflect, not dwell.. so as long as u can relieve the burdens of words like strong, weak, falling, failing, life's life.. at least it's like the sea.. up n down.. up down.. up n down until it hits on the shore n die down.. at least i can try to kick u up..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bee kwee jie-jie arhz.. where r u arhz.. msg u nv reply de.. nvm.. here's a msg 4 u too.. hahaz.. it's been quite a long time le.. since i've called u jie in like sec2..? until now.. yepz.. i'm the kinda guy who can bit more kan4 bu4 qi3 ppl at times.. a streak of arrogance in me, i hafta admit.. budden towards u, i've always called u jie.. truthfully a term tt puts u above me.. a term of luv, respect, admiration, care n trust i haf 4 u.. yepz.. tt's how i truly feel.. hahaz.. lotx of things i'll willingly share wif u if u would listen n lotx of things i'll do 4 u.. no reason y, simply coz u r my jie le.. sho yepz.. in the yrs to come, i'll still call u jie.. no reason y, simply coz u r my jie.. hugx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiuling-the xtra large gal who always bother me wif her *ahem ahem* mentality de.. hahaz.. lo.. always kenna bullied by u in sec1.. veri guo fen lehz.. den during lit lessons last yr u'll also always bully me.. aiz.. hahaz.. u hit ppl veri pain de lehz.. budden still.. yepz.. u'r a veri nice fren, a nice gal to noe, n hopefully, u'll continue to bother me wif ur *ahem ahem* mentality after we leave chung cheng.. hahaz.. like flood my frenster like u always do k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prisc-wah.. u gave me a lot of trouble.. dunno if i shuld put u under rp or under bn.. nvm.. rp den.. but a mixture of bn stuff.. hahaz.. lo.. my impression of u.. man, wat a gal.. hahaz.. noe y..? u'r a cross between the cool guyish type n a veri gal type, a cross between a rich kid attitude n a humble sweet gal next door, a cross between brains n stupidity (coz of ur cuz, think the 2 of u share the same recessive genes not displayed by ur other family members), cross between attitude n fooling around.. hahaz.. a veri neat personality, a veri nice person to noe.. wise words frm ur useless ah kor.. hahaz.. coz got to mix around wif u more in bn, n u'r rilly a nice person le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;norikoto, oops, sorri, noriko, not tt u'll c tis at all- nori!!!! hahaz.. calling u by tt veri fun.. u big ears, long nose,now-not-so-golden-golden hair elephant tt's always sho blur n ah soh like.. hahaz.. lo.. sometimes tok wif u veri frustrating.. coz u r no doubt a capable gal, but u r JUZZ SO BLUR!!! lo.. sighx.. tis kinda monitress.. had quite a fun time wif u.. hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mingwei-hahaz.. another one who wun read get to c tis.. sho can juzz suan u.. wahhahahahah.. lo.. u n noriko rilly come as a pair de horz? n u got tt lame dio look also.. budden u less fun to lame wif, coz u'll go 'ya ya' den turn ur head away le.. sighx.. hahaz.. budden still, once in a while disturb u instead of noriko can also be quite fun.. hahaz.. thnx to the 2 of u le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin-i've got a whole lotx of fate wif u man.. sec1 orientation u'r the 1st guy i met.. den u'r juzz behind me in register for 4 yrs, always near me 4 exams, laming wif u for 4 whole yrs.. hahaz.. serious.. we'r rilly fated to noe each other.. hahaz.. tt's y u r here on my list.. for the 4yrs i've spent being sho close wif u, literally close, it's been veri fun wif u man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiujie-hey dude.. hahaz.. lo.. my current mvsc2 playmate.. was it a wrong move to intro tt game to u? mm.. nahz.. not at all.. hahaz.. lo brother.. u'r also one person i've spent quite some time wif le.. be it together wif jie, or juzz us 2 guys.. lotx of things happened between us ehz? hahaz.. budden now, glad tt it's all alright le.. sho come'on.. let's continue to rawk tis world together wun we..? wif shinobis, n mvsc2, n tis n tt, the common topics we haf together.. ranging frm gals to toys.. hahaz.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darren, felix, jon, zx- wow.. the 4 of u actually fit quite well together.. the names sounds veri clique.. hahaz.. lo.. the 4 of u haf also payed quite some part in my life le ehz? was tot pool by u guys.. had fun playing n fooling around, luffing at the stunts n such.. the 4 of u together would be one of the coolest n most fun grp i've spent my time wif.. u guys rawks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next.. moving on to&lt;br /&gt;4benevolence05&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. the class tt was sho rigid n total strangers to one which had lotx of fun.. it was a new exprience 4 me, studying in the same environment wif foreigners.. infact, our class rilly has it's no of foreigners dun we.. we've got ppl frm us, china, malaysia, taiwan, tis n tt if i can rmb.. frm the class where the locals mix wif the locals, prc scholars among themselves, to noe, where everi1 is known as benevolence.. we've had our fun too didn't we.. the slackers.. the aka cube, teacher's day celebration, national day x-country, the class prank.. our class has indeed came a long way.. the usual stupid stuff we do n say tt breaks out into luffter, the sports n the smarts.. our class is a mixture, n also a compound at the same time.. ppl like alvin, who's provided much luffter, crys, her lameness to crack us up, benjaja, the honourable n responsible class monitress, learn khang, our class most popular guy, james n pk, the singing duo, tiger, the veri attractive monitor, ruth the lone island, but still part of 4bn n all the other memebers who did their part 4 tis class.. cheers to u ppl.. memories..? of coz.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the un-classified&lt;br /&gt;wan leng-lo.. still as sot as eva.. hahaz.. worry 4 u sia.. how r u going to get a bf when u r the way u r now..dun be sho hyped le.. u better calm down n be more refine le.. hahaz.. though it's ur hype tt makes u sho memorable, afterall, truthfully, no gal's like u.. rather than gals who 38 around n put on a pretentious front, u'r u urself, which makes u a great fren i haf.. rmb to call me often, n i'll call u too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracy-aiz.. tis little sis of mine is also another worrying case.. hahaz.. budden now u r more mature in ur thinking le.. though ur flaws still leave a little too much to be desired.. try to get rid of them k? shuldn't tok bout them, coz both of us noe each others strengths n weaknesses.. but the 3 yrs wif u was meaningful le.. veri nice to be able to noe u, n still knowing u.. all the best to ur future k.. i'll still be around 4 u to tok to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristin-aiz.....aiz......aiz....headache (how come the ppl i noe frm 4ep all sho headache de arhz?) u tis mum arhz.. set sho high standards for a bf.. wan rich one, gd looking one, caring n luving one.. den bz wif ur own stuff until u nv gif ur son allowance.. tis kinda mum i got nth to sae.. aiz... when i injured my finger u call me to chop it off, when i ask 4 present u delay for a few yrs, when i call u get a bf u sae ur son dun wan u le.. headache headache.. juzz ate aspirin sommore.. aiz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minxuan-lo.. piggy shifu.. hahaz.. the hua chi gal.. hahaz.. ehz.. u r another blur person.. always worrying n stressing when there's tests n exams.. always scared of tis n tt.. hahaz.. lo.. hafta go find u a guy who's up to ur requirements already veri difficult le, summore now hafta be a bodyguard 4 u.. aiz... hahaz.. budden ur greatest strength is still tt u r a veri cute gal.. hahaz.. ppl.. agree wif me? yes.. c.. they do.. hahaz.. sho yepz.. stay tis way k? may ur mr right come along soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;francesca-hahaz.. pai sehx ur name is at the bottom, but the top r ppl i've known longer, sho tadaa~ hahaz.. ehz.. at least i've included u in, sho dun be angry.. hahaz.. lo.. the most vivid memory i haf of u is tt u actually knocked me to the ground when i accidentally run into u.. some strength u've got.. hahaz.. n added to the fact tt u r actually quite 'clumsy' normally (always bruising urself), the fall u gave me made me realize how weak i m.. sighx.. hahaz.. lo.. n u've got a nice luffter n nice voice too, sho dun be afraid to show them off.. actually, more of ur voice, coz we've all heard ur luffter.. hahaz.. yepz.. oh yeahz.. all the best to ur dreamx of being a doctor k? hahaz.. dr wu!!!!thnx lotx to u too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhaoting-yepz.. u'r last on the list.. hahaz.. coz.. i dunno.. seems nice to end of wif u..maebe it's becoz i'm an a n u'r a z, sho since tis is my entry, u'll help me round it off.. hahaz.. finally leaving sec4 le.. seems like such a long yr le ritez? hahaz.. now tt we're leaving le, tis is one thing i've also left go off.. same thing to sae to u, wat i've always wanted to sae.. yepz.. thnx.. n.. sorri.. deep frm my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. whoa... veri veri long entry.. sorri if it haf took to ages to find ur name k? hahaz.. great frens i've made in sec sch life, memories i'll keep wif me til i die.. sec sch yrs.. yepz.. chung cheng.. i'm saluting u gd bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113268454973028217?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113268454973028217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113268454973028217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113268454973028217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113268454973028217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/11/whoa_23.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113268412917827948</id><published>2005-11-23T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T02:28:49.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new skin new skin.. though resemblance r tt it's still dark, mainly black, white n grey (well, wat do u expect frm me aniwae) n tt it's still cool (at least i find both skins cool).. but tis time it's a dragon instead of a bball player.. yepz.. at least i feel tt it's a nice skin lahz, but wonder how u guys/glas think about it.. mm... well.. wanna sae thnx to xinyan 4 helping me create the blog n the 1st skin.. yepz.. i've used tt skin 4 a yr le.. hahaz.. quite a long time..? considering tt i've seen ppl change their skins sho often.. here's thnx to u 4 tt wonderful skin tt's pei me 4 sho long.. =D dun ask me y i suddenly wanted a change of skin.. was helping crys wif her blog the other nitez den got bored sho went skin searching.. looked 4 'marvel vs capcom' 'strider hiryu' 'chrno crusade' tis n tt but couldn't find ani.. den tot of hitting 'dragon' n scrolled along, finally finding 3 rilly nice ones.. tis one, another one wif the blue variation of the dragon of tis skin, n 1 wif a red dragon holding a red rose.. sho was deciding, deciding, deciding.. ppl complained tt the blue one got probz sho i skipped it, den felt the red dragon rose was a little out of place 4 my kinda blog, even though i rilly liked tt one mind u, sho decided to use tis instead.. black white n grey, fair enuff nice enuff.. yepz.. hahaz.. tadaa~ new environment 4 my entries.. gotta start getting used to it though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113268412917827948?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113268412917827948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113268412917827948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113268412917827948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113268412917827948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-skin-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113259146305596177</id><published>2005-11-22T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T01:03:18.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>troubled.... stressed.... not tt tis is the 1st time it's happened, not the 1st time i'm thinking bout it, not the 1st time things r sho horrible.. but truly, if u ask me, it sux.. wat the heck is going on.. how come everithing's happening tis way.. muzz it be like tis.. i mean, come'on.. fricking hell.. deep in tot.. the more i think, the more i'm lost, but if i dun start thinking, it'll be too late in the future.. life's unpredictable they say, i sae they're wrong.. life's fricking unpredictable.. arghx!!!!!!!!!!! i need some1.. i dunno.. guidance? solution? change everithing tt's going on? fricking hell .....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;....sux...............&lt;br /&gt;where r u aniwae.. u'r the 1st one who noes me, den u too, but now, the both of u.. can't seem to find u now.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113259146305596177?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113259146305596177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113259146305596177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113259146305596177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113259146305596177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/11/troubled.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113241088240344697</id><published>2005-11-19T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:34:42.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's done le.. 4yrs of preparation 4 the exams i onli worked hard 4 a month ago.. hahaz.. aiz.... sho how..? finally saying gd bye to sec sch..? actually, if it was last yr i wun wanna leave.. but now.. hahaz.. seems to be able to tk it n leave it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113241088240344697?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113241088240344697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113241088240344697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113241088240344697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113241088240344697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-done-le.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113163543023192559</id><published>2005-11-10T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:10:30.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the father found his boy sitting on the floor deep in thought.. curious, he went to ask him wat's he thinking about.. the boy replied.. "my teacher taught me a new word today called freedom.. but we all noe tt there's no such thing in the word as freedom.. i'm trying to think of sth tt's truly shows freedom, but i can't seem to find it.. the birds can fly, but they'll fall to gravity, the fish can swim, but it's onli wifin the lake, man can climb, but onli up till the highest mountain.. when i asked teacher wat about the boundaries, the limits, the restrictions, she could not ans me.." sho the father suggested to the boy.. "let's play a game.." he took a long rope, n wound it another a circle around the boy, a 1m radius.. "now, the rules r simple.. u r allowed total freedom of movement, but onli wifin the circle.." the boy argued "den where's the freedom..? wat can i do when i can't even move out of the circle.." the father tossed him a ball n told him to play wif it.. sho the boy did wat he could, kicking it, bouncing it, heading, twirling.. the more he did, the more he realise he can do mani things wif it.. n invented new games to play.. the father widened the circle n joined him, n together they played even more games, until finally, the ball rolled out of the circle.. the boy rushed to grab it, but was stopped by his father, telling him it's the end of the game.. "do u feel so restricted now..?" he asked.. the boy said "no longer, but i still dun uds freedom n boundaries.." the father finally told him the morale of the game.. "life's like the game.. u haf freedom.. but u also haf boundaries.. freedom is how u c wat u can do wifin the boundaries.. if u feel restricted, den u dun get freedom.. but if u respect the rules, u can do wateva u like.. to me, those boundaries r actually wat i call responsibilities.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113163543023192559?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113163543023192559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113163543023192559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113163543023192559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113163543023192559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/11/father-found-his-boy-sitting-on-floor.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113137834196028418</id><published>2005-11-07T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:45:41.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaz.. lo.. life's veri short isn't it.. 16 le.. turning 17 in 2 more months.. tt's like.. whoa.. i'm getting veri old.. hahaz.. probably lived 1/2 my life already..? if i'm lucky den i've juzz lived 1/3 of my life.. if i'm unlucky den i've lived 1/4 of my life.. hahaz.. lo.. time flies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113137834196028418?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113137834196028418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113137834196028418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113137834196028418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113137834196028418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/11/hahaz.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113121453599787382</id><published>2005-11-06T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T02:15:36.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost.....................&lt;br /&gt;i rmb the things tt happened.. the things u said.. the things the things.. but y do i rmb them, when u've 4gotten.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113121453599787382?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113121453599787382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>ehz.. splitting headache now.. no no.. not left side headache right side headache.. is veri painful headache.. arghx.. affecting my lameness already.. tis is bad.. i hit upon tis word today n find it veri fun.. the word is..&lt;br /&gt;wastage..&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. y wastage.. coz it's happening around us all the time.. waste.. it's not exactly a word wif definite meaning, but is a comparison word.. to useful.. at least tt's wat we tk the word as.. as long as u'r not doing anithing useful or constructive, u r said to be wasting.. well.. examples..? u've got time, food, chances, resources blah blah blah.. the list goes on.. when u're throwing away food, u'r wasting it.. y.. coz u r not doing sth useful wif ur food, like eating it.. if u r not eating food, u r said to be wasting away.. hahaz.. when u do not turn off the lights when no1's around, u r wasting electricity.. but all these r all renewable in some way or another.. electicity..? u can generate more.. food..? grow more crops.. fossil fuels n such..? gif them a few million more yrs to refill themselves, although tis is highly highly highly unlikely to happen.. even friendship has a chance of being repaired if broken, it's onli how much both parties r willing to do sho.. but 1 thing's definitely gone when gone.. time.. yepz.. everi single letter i type, i'm using up time, everi single time i use, it's gone 4eva.. eva tried juzz sitting infront of the clock n watch the second hand tick by..? nopez..? den u wun uds how much time u r using, or wasting.. looking back.. 16yrs haf passed since u've seen tis world.. how much haf u done.. how much haf u not done wat u r supposed to do, or wanted to do.. did u waste ur time..? look at ur life now.. tt's wat the time u haf spent during ur last 16yrs haf made u into.. look ahead of u.. time's passing right b4 ur eyes.. the lightbulb.. how mani yrs haf it been since edison invented tt.. the com.. how mani yrs..? fan..? paper..? cooked food..? yes.. u r looking at time b4 ur eyes.. how bout looking into a telescope.. look into the stars above.. light tks time to travel.. the stars u c thru ur telescope might haf been wat it was millions of yrs ago, n is no longer around now.. n everithing b4 u is growing older.. n older.. n older.. sth u can't reverse.. time.. used..? or wasted..? but 1 things certain.. u can't look back n change time, but u can look 4ward n c how time will be like in the future.. tt is.. if u dun waste ur time 4 the future.. start shaping ur future now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113119956807949251?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113119956807949251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113119956807949251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113119956807949251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113119956807949251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/11/ehz.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113109418885776376</id><published>2005-11-04T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:49:48.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighx.. dreamx tt seem sho real.. reality tt's becoming nth but dreamx.. sheesh.. a couple of nights wif those dreamx n i'm getting messed up already.. ah well.. gotta try n differentiate dreamx frm reality..&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;wat if those dreams were real..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113109418885776376?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113109418885776376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113109418885776376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113109418885776376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113109418885776376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/11/sighx.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113094972978157297</id><published>2005-11-03T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T00:42:09.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dreamx.. doesn't make sense all the time.. juzz sharing wif u 2 dreams tt keep walking around tis dark n quiet place.. can't c ani light.. yeahz.. the place quiet.. but i can hear voices screaming in my ear.. den i juzz sat down.. voices go on, but i dun wanna move.. sth's keeping me there..&lt;br /&gt;den the world changes&lt;br /&gt;it's tis patch of forest.. along a veri long n wide river.. the ground red.. i'm scared, but anxious at the same time.. sth happened there, some1 died there..but i dunno wat i'm doing.. m i running towards tt person, or m i running towards his cause of death, or m i running away..? i juzz rmb a boat.. ppl.. lotx of trees.. n i can't make my way out.. a veri haunting dreamx&lt;br /&gt;yepz.. sighx.. i need some1 to decipher them 4 me.. den maybe i'll stop dreaming of them.. hahaz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113094972978157297?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113094972978157297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113094972978157297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113094972978157297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113094972978157297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/11/dreamx.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113093639080778615</id><published>2005-11-02T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:02:05.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa..... i'm currently obsessed wif tis new manga.. hahaz.. quite cool.. wait wait.. correction.. it's way cool.. noe it's degree of coolness..? it's nicer than mar.. yepz.. especially the characters n battle scenes.. plots nicely developed, characters r  charming.. although flame of recca is currently tops in my books, tis series runs a veri veri close 2nd, n mar's kinda dropping, the scenes getting less interesting le.. whoa.. it rawks.. hahaz.. grrx.. a little unfortunate it hasn't ended yetx though.. well, at least it hasn't ended in local publishing.. where getting the foreign publishing of it will cost sho much more.. sighx.. wth.. ah well... &lt;br /&gt;changes.. yepz.. i like tis word a lot.. hahaz.. life's full of changes.. tt's all i've gotten sae.. go feel it 4 urself.. it's fun it's fun..&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahz.. aaron's gone 4 the moment.. yepz.. how long i dunno.. dun ask me.. ;) cyax guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113093639080778615?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113093639080778615/comments/default' title='Post 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113083550060546238?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113083550060546238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113083550060546238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113083550060546238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113083550060546238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113083005319450821</id><published>2005-11-01T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T15:27:33.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boredom..&lt;br /&gt;boring..&lt;br /&gt;sianz1/2..&lt;br /&gt;life's fricking boring..&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. how often do u hear tis..? lo.. life's not boring at all.. but y do we say tt..  we sae tt when we're bored..? but life's not boring.. wif the mani happenings around us, big n small, constantly changing world, how can life be boring..? wat's the difference between boredom n peace aniway..? it's juzz wat we ask out of life.. life's always peaceful.. the world's naturally peaceful.. look at the natural environment.. if u haf spent a day juzz submerging into mother nature, u'll feel peace n tranquility.. not boredom.. boredom onli comes when u ask 4 spices in life, n u dun recieve it.. it still comes out of u asking 4 happiness, asking 4 sadness, asking 4 pain, asking 4 pleasure.. if, 4 tt instant, u dun ask 4 ani emotions out of urself, wat do u feel..? &lt;br /&gt;tk a situation 4 example.. the exams.. it's a major exam.. the prelims.. u sit down on ur seat, n sees the faced-down paper infront of u.. no doubt u'll feel nervous.. u r nervous.. who wouldn't be..if u were to focus on ur nervousness.. it intensifies.. u start breaking out in cold sweat.. sure.. ppl will normally juzz bear wif the nervousness n do the paper, afterall, once u start doing it, ur nervousness will gradually fade away wun it..? the more u indulge, u get bz, u'll 4get bout it, wun u..? tis is person A.. n den u haf tis boy.. he sees the paper infront of it.. he feels nervous, like ani other person.. but den, he closes his eyes.. he clears all his thoughts n emotions n juzz breathe.. nth in his mind, until his heartbeat returns to normal.. blank of all tot.. when he opens his eyes again, the nervous will be subsided.. less intensified.. he den proceeds to tackle the paper.. tis is person B.. r u A or r u B..? tis is not the onli situation.. a big sports match.. basketball, 4 example.. u've got a big match.. nervous..? fear..? wat happens if i lose..? wat happens if i fumble..? these r the tots running thru in ur mind.. r u going to be person A, or person B..? u've got an important meeting wif tis big client.. if u pull off tis job successfully, u earn the big bucks.. if u fail, there goes ur life.. nervous..? scared..? who wun..? person A or person B..? &lt;br /&gt;these r big examples, but if u move down to a smaller, everiday scale, isn't tis juzz life..? emotions r spices, variaties r spices, spices r the seasoning to life.. some ppl live wif it, letting it tk u along the ride.. den everithing happens.. u get the adrenaline rush.. u fly up high wif euphoria.. u sink right down wif depression.. u drive urself crazy wif boredom.. u get overcome by greed.. u become murderous wif anger.. u become spiteful wif jealousy.. u feel warmth frm love.. spinning around n around wif all of them.. exhaustion will always be waiting 4 u at the last stop.. 'i'm tired of life, i'm sick of my fren, i hate u 4 tking away my happiness..' emotionally drained.. y drained..? coz emotions changes all the time.. none of them last 4eva.. we all wan eva lasting happiness, eva lasting luv.. but these r all emotions.. if these r all capable of eva lasting, den sadness, desire, rage r all capable of eva lasting too.. life's not all gd n no bad.. but the truth is, non of them r lasting.. the more u indulge in them, the more u'll notice their change.. how mani of u can stand losing all u haf overnight.. how mani of u can bear a luv one leaving u or dying.. how mani of u can bear ur dreams being shattered.. y do ppl work hard 4 their dreams.. it isn't accomplishing tt thing which u wan.. it's the sense of accomplishment u r seeking.. wat happens when it's all gone..? wat happens when some1 u luv sho much die one day.. we dun live 4 the things we do, we live 4 the emotions we feel.. it's ur arguement tt emotions makes life wat it is.. den go indulge in all the emotions u feel.. tt pain.. tt joy.. tt loneliness.. tt fear.. tt despise.. all n all n all tt u feel everiday, everi moment, everitime.. den ask urself.. wat r all these emotions doing to u..? making u a greedy person.. making u sarcastic.. making u hate everi1.. making u go on endless searching 4 it.. making u breakdown n cry.. making u happi juzz 4 tt moment.. making u do things tt r wrong.. making u regret the sins u've committed.. making u who u r.. den again.. is it rilly u..? is it rilly the u u wan urself to be..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113083005319450821?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113083005319450821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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present vs working for the future.. which is better..? ppl live for the future.. wateva they do, they'll always be thinking of wat to do next.. hence, in the process of chasing tmr, they neglect today.. but on the other hand, if one has no targets in life, den wat is one living for..? if tmr's not plan out well, den today will be in chaos.. on the other hand, if we dun get to enjoy today, den wat's the use of life, coz the past's gone, n who noes when tmr will end..which is the life u r living in..?&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. wat is true happiness aniwae.. we all noe tt happiness doesn't last.. the feeling goes as fast as it comes.. compared to fear, anxiety, anger n sadness, these do not subside easily.. we live in a life of continuous sadness, onli wif brief moments of happiness to keep us alive.. how mani of u rmb a recent occasion when u r rilly happi..? how mani of u can re-live the feeling now when u think of it..? now try n recall a recent occasion where u r sad.. how mani of u can re-live the feeling of sadness..? wat about anger..? anxiety..? fear..? which is the strongest..? sho y's life made out tis way, tt we experience the negatives stronger than we experience the positive.. after falling once, we rmb the tt bitter taste 4 life.. yeahz.. if we recall the funni incidents we'll luff, but those r also brief moments of happiness, not eva-lasting happiness.. hahaz.. sho ppl sae 4get the sadness n move on wif life, den u can find happiness.. true, but wif happiness comes sadness too.. tt's nature's balance.. wat goes up muzz come down.. if happiness is our peak of life, den once we return to ground level, happiness is gone too.. but if we become sad, we dun return to normal as fast.. is tis nature's rule too..? gravity? wat comes down stays down.. how mani of us can get over wif sadness in life n move on totally.. 10yrs, 20yrs down the road, we still rmb the pain.. the more we hold on to happiness in life, the greater the pain we'll feel when we r sad.. it's a comparitive.. hahaz.. &lt;br /&gt;budden again.. tking a step back.. tt's wat's life's about isn't it.. we haf emotions, in the end, we r all guided by it.. how mani of us can truly sae 'i'm feeling sad now.. i shuld show a response to it.. i muzz stop myself frm being sad..'  continue to remain at a balanced level, n not be guided by emotions.. isn't it..? the more sadness we feel, the more pain we feel.. sho if we stop feeling sadness, den we wun feel pain too isn't it..? if we dun feel happiness onli at special occasions, den we wun feel tt everiday life is boring isn't it.. if we dun let emotions play us, den  life's peaceful already.. budden again, if variety is the spice of life, den emotions r the spicest of all varieties.. can u bear or choose to gif it up to live a life of tranquility..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113077140337180627?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-113059789954212407</id><published>2005-10-29T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:58:19.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yozz ppl.. ya.. sighx.. ehz.. i'm bored.. tok tok tok.. sighx.. i'm still perplexed.. impervious to mani things.. gd or bad..? i dunno.. i'll probably be impervious to u too.. hahaz.. nahz.. juzz kidding.. nth to say too actually.. or wait, maebe i haf.. muzz i be like tis..? ehz.. let me think of sth to sae...&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;how mani of u can gif up everithing 4 1..? can u gif up ur dreamx to do sth right, or necessary.. or shuld i sae.. haf ani of u realized wat u r missing out in life, things tt u r supposed to do but r not doing..? simple things in life.. yeahz.. it's always the simplest things in life tt we left out.. like treating ur elders wif respect, accompanying the ones u luv n the ones who luv u, keeping ur relationships wif ppl gd n sincere, not making life bad 4 others.. or even juzz waking up everi morning telling urself 'ytd's gone, tmr hasn't come, sho i'll make the best out of today'.. fame, wealth, glory, dreams, power, they're all attractive.. but putting aside health, luv, care, peace n even life 4 them, is it worth it, or even justifiable..? it's like asking a youngster n an old man 'wat r u striving 4 in life..' n the young will say 'my dream' while the old will say 'my health..' hahaz.. sho.. dunno.. juzz words i wanna sae.. rmb not to miss out on the little things in life.. once gone, its gone 4eva.. time waits 4 no man.. or woman.. hahaz.. n the thing tt's most impt to u.. wat u r striving 4.. is it tt impt afterall..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-113050133405256800</id><published>2005-10-28T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T20:08:54.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yepz.. mentally worn out now.. main reason.. slpt at 4am.. hahaz.. nopez.. not studying.. nahz.. no tv.. get real.. i ain't playing games at tis time.. hahaz.. was drawing.. tis pic of alviss.. yeahz.. the veri veri cool guy.. veri proud of myself.. hahaz.. although it doesn't rilly look like the pose i was drawing frm, but at least it looks like him.. sorri.. didn't manage to draw out tt gal.. her eyes n mouth veri difficult.. but i'm still working on it.. hahaz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113050133405256800?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-113032922071760630</id><published>2005-10-26T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:20:20.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i eva get to noe tt it's u who've been telling others bout me..&lt;br /&gt;u better pray tt i'm willing to 4gif n 4get..&lt;br /&gt;or juzz simply..&lt;br /&gt;pray.. &lt;br /&gt;4.. &lt;br /&gt;urself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113032922071760630?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113032922071760630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113032922071760630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113032922071760630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113032922071760630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-i-eva-get-to-noe-tt-its-u-whove.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-113015928294262215</id><published>2005-10-24T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T18:26:57.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why all the more u shuldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more u ask 4 perfection in a partner, the more meals u'll eat alone..&lt;br /&gt;the more things u dislike in life, the more u'll think life hates u..&lt;br /&gt;the more u hold on to ytd, the more tmr wun come, n besides, we all noe tt ytd will nv return, so y wait..&lt;br /&gt;the more excitement u ask 4 in ur daily life, the more bored days u'll get to spend..&lt;br /&gt;the more u refuse to eat ur veg, the more u'll hafta visit the doc..&lt;br /&gt;the more u hold on to it, the easier it will break..&lt;br /&gt;the more u spend, the more u waste..&lt;br /&gt;the more u slp, the more time u waste..&lt;br /&gt;the more u eat, the more..well..we noe where does all tt food go dun we..&lt;br /&gt;the more u wait, the more u age..&lt;br /&gt;the more u worry, the shorter ur life is..heyx.. finally an inverse relation..&lt;br /&gt;the older u r, the faster u r reaching ur death.. hahaz.. tis is nice..&lt;br /&gt;the higher u climb, the harder u fall..&lt;br /&gt;the more u study, the less u play, n the more u play, the less u study..&lt;br /&gt;the more u follow, the less u walk on ur own..&lt;br /&gt;the faster u try to race in life, the less time u'll haf to smell the flowers by the road..&lt;br /&gt;the harder u try to run in the rat race, the less u'll achieve, afterall, at the end of it, u'r still a rat..&lt;br /&gt;the more u compete wif others, the less u uds urself..&lt;br /&gt;the more u hide frm the world, the less u'll noe bout the world too..&lt;br /&gt;the more u c wif ur eyes, the less u c wif ur heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y all the less u shuldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the less time u spend wif ur family, the less u'll experience luv..&lt;br /&gt;the less u c the world, the more ignorant u r..&lt;br /&gt;the less u eat, the more u waste away..&lt;br /&gt;the less u live, the less u live..&lt;br /&gt;the less u slp, the faster u die..&lt;br /&gt;the less u pay, the more u save, but beware, if u save too much, the more stingy u become..&lt;br /&gt;the less u work hard, the lousier ur results..&lt;br /&gt;the less u play, the less u enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;the less u read, the less ur knowledge..&lt;br /&gt;the less the distance is ur eyes frm the com screen, the higher ur degree..&lt;br /&gt;the less frens u haf, the less u enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;the less u sing &amp; dance, the less u smile..&lt;br /&gt;the less ppl u badmouth, the less wholesome u r..&lt;br /&gt;the less games u play, the more u r a retard.. hahaz.. &lt;br /&gt;the less comics u read, all the more u shuld go die..&lt;br /&gt;the less u bully ur younger siblings, the less joy in life u haf..&lt;br /&gt;the less lame u r, the lesss fun u haf..&lt;br /&gt;the less brains u haf, the more u wun get wat i'm saying..&lt;br /&gt;the less lamers u meet, the less u'll hear of the qns 'y did the chicken cross the road..'&lt;br /&gt;the less PhD holders u meet, the less u'll hear of the qns 'egg 1st or chicken 1st..'&lt;br /&gt;the less smarts u haf, the more u hafta pia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't think of anithing else to write, maybe i'll continue next time.. hahaz&lt;br /&gt;i like tis line.. if it's over let it go n come tmr it'll seem so ytd, luff it out n let it go when u wake up it'll seem so ytd.. hahaz.. man.. 4 some veri reason i'm kinda like attracted to lines n such tt hafta do wif holding on n letting go.. share wif u ppl tis little story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 siblings were quarreling one day, n tis attracted their mother's attention.. sho she came over n ask them wat's going on.. the sis said 'brother is so stingy.. i wanna borrow money frm him to get a pencil n he wun lent me..' to which the brother replied 'but mother has always taught us tt saving is a virtue..' the mother smiled n instructed both kids to clench their right fist tightly n hold their right hand straight up, n not put down until she return, n she walked away.. an hr laterx she returned, n both kids complained tt their arms r tired.. the mother said 'tt's wat i'm teaching u today.. if u stubbornly hold on to sth n not let go, nth gd will come out of it.. juzz like u holding ur hands up 4 hrs on end n not putting it down.. i hope u'll learn sth out of tis simple eg..'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-113015928294262215?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/113015928294262215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=113015928294262215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113015928294262215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/113015928294262215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-all-more-u-shuldnt-more-u-ask-4.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112982793729331729</id><published>2005-10-21T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T01:05:37.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyx u.. yeahz.. u.. noe sth..? haven met u at all all my life.. even though u've seen me b4.. but tt's sho long ago, i dun care boutt tt one time aniwae.. wonder wat made sho mani ppl luv u, i dunno, probably i wun eva noe.. budden again.. shuld i go look 4 u..? tk the 1st step..? some1's been edging me on to do tt, n i've always said tt i wun bother to, but still, too much edging had made me wonder.. how shuld i call myself..? tt's the problem i was given since birth.. i tot my name was cool, but somehow, i dun wan it animore.. coz it's not the reason i wan it to be.. now.. i ain't gonna do tt.. dead, den be dead, alive, den stay tt way.. it doesn't ani1 at all.. but still, i'm leaving up to fate to decide.. if fate decrees it to be, den it will be.. if not.. we'll nv noe each other at all.. the closest strangers yetx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yeahz.. if u ppl noe wat i'm toking about, den fine.. if u dun, dun ask at all.. u shuld noe if i allow u to step wifin my doors or notx.. hahaz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112982793729331729?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112982793729331729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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to piece together a few blocks of wood to make a toy.. but after mani mins, the boy couldn't get it done.. finally, he threw the wood aside n shouts "i gif up!" the father smiled n walk towards him.. wifout saying anithing, he gave him a hard rap on the boy's head.. the boy shouted in pain n rubbed himself, asking his father "wat's tt for?".. wifout answering him, the father hit him again.. the boy shouted again n juzz looked at his father.. for a third time, the father raised his fist, n proceeded to strike his son again when tis time, his son blocked the blow wif his arm.. the father rubbed the son's head n says "tis is life", raised his fist n says "tis is a difficulty", n pointed to the son's arm n says "tis is resilience" n wifout saying anithing more, he walked away.. the next day, the boy completed his toy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112982482238447686?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-112885797714355886</id><published>2005-10-09T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:13:56.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeahz.. juzz a little sth entertaining.. fri afternoon aftersch.. me, alvin, eugene, ben, tingjie, n szehwee went to long john silver 4 lunch.. sho after tt, we started playing zhong ji mi ma.. the penalty? the 'winner' will hafta finish off a packet of sauce.. *yucks* since we had 6 ppl, we took 6 packets of sauce.. 5 chilli 1 ketchup.. den we started playing.. ben volunteered to be the zhong zi shi zhe of round 1, sho he had to finish 1 packet 1st.. he picked up the chilli.. tore open the corner.. n started sucking it.. *face expression* eyes screwed.. lips tersed.. cheeks stiffened.. total expression of anguish on his face.. *urgh* den he started to rush 4 his coke.. lucky him.. he upsized into a huge cup.. den i was there peering into my regular size cup.. die.. all ice.. 1/4 cup of coke left.. nvm.. sho he began.. countdown countdown countdown countdown.. until my turn.. *sweat* 4got wat no it was, aniwae, there was onli 2 digits diff.. n luckily, i picked the safe no.. sho round 1 goes to eugene!!! *applause* he picked up the packet of chilli.. tore open a corner.. n started sucking the sauce.. *facial expression* watery eyes.. lips tightly pursed on the opening.. suck suck suck.. face went red.. face contorted in agony.. *omg* n he put down the empty packet.. a veri drained look, as though he had suffered yrs in prison.. sighx.. sho it was his turn.. "okay.. start.." den we began again.. frm 1-99 to 1-50+ den 1-20+ n finally down to 1-5.. sho it was down to (in order) sze hwee, tingjie n me.. *alvin n ben were heaving excited sighx of relieve n ^5 each other* &lt;br /&gt;szehwee: 4?&lt;br /&gt;eugene: 1 to 4 *szehwee: phew*&lt;br /&gt;tingjie: *hesitate* 3?&lt;br /&gt;eugene: 1 to 3 *tingjie: luff luff luff*&lt;br /&gt;lo.. tis round goes to me.. *sobz* picked up the chilli.. opened it.. suck suck suck.. in case u haf nv eaten the chilli sauce on it's on, tis is wat it taste like.. sticky, slimy, not tt spicy but veri veri saltish n taste heck of a disgusting taste.. *thoughts in my head* yucks....! gross....! urgh....! wat the heck! eeeewwwwwww....... somebody save me.. arghx...... after a few veri veri veri veri long mins of sucking, i finally finished my chilli... urghx... i'll nv touch long john's chilli again.. my turn.. i looked at ben, smiling devilish..&lt;br /&gt;me: start&lt;br /&gt;ben: 50&lt;br /&gt;me: eat the chilli *shows him the 50 i typed on the hp*&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. lo.. i set him up 4 a 50 n he fell 4 it.. hahaz.. he stared at me in disbelief.. "aaron i hate u" hahaz.. alvin was luffing his head off.. sho it was ben's second try of the sauce.. suck suck suck.. *facial expression* total agony.. a feeling of anguish worst than wat mm lky felt during the announcement of seperation.. total 'i m gonna puke' look.. urghx.. gulps down his coke n ice desperately.. tongue hanging out.. urghx.. sho it was his turn.. eugene called, safe.. alvin called, safe.. szehwee called, safe.. tingjie called, safe.. i called a 50.. "aaron, eat tt chilli" lo.. -.-"...... sighx.. oh man.. *tears open the packet carefully* sip sip sip.. urghx.. it tasted worst than b4.. almost wanted to puke out.. alvin saw my expression n asked "u ok notx" lo.. n i let the sauce trickle down my tongue n throat.. believe me ppl.. u do not wanna swallow down 2 packets of chilli sauce in a day.. trust me.. lo.. sho we r down to our last packet, it's the ketchup, last round.. i typed the no in the hp.. "ok start" ben called out "50!" *smug look on his face* "c.. i noe u wun put 50 animore.. hahaha.." okiz.. fine.. sho we went a round.. den was at alvin.. 15-25.. he looked at me suspiciously.. eyes tt show intelligent thinking wifin the mind.. &lt;br /&gt;alvin: 20&lt;br /&gt;me: 20-25&lt;br /&gt;szehwee: 23&lt;br /&gt;me: 20-23 *tension rising.. suspense in the air*&lt;br /&gt;alvin looked at me again.. sho i said "alvin.. u shuld noe wat's the number la" he eyeballed me again.. thinks 4 a moment.. den burst out luffing.. "orhz! i noe liaoz! u n me ritez? muzz be u la!" *luff luff luff* lo.. ppl.. can guess wat's my no..? hahaz.. aniwae.. tingjie was veri veri nervous.. considering her move veri veri carefully.. benja was veri nervous too.. actually, he looked more ill den nervous.. can't blame the poor guy.. the chilli was too much.. sho..&lt;br /&gt;tingjie:..........22...?&lt;br /&gt;me: ben, eat the ketchup&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. lo.. tis is wat alvin meant by "u n me" 21 was my reg no n 22 was his.. back in 2rp.. sho ben, stared at me in disbelief.. smug expression gone.. "sho ben, in the end u still ended up eating the last packet" sighx.. rilly poor poor fellow.. openedup ketchup.. sip sip "yuck!! pui pui pui! it's even more disgusting than the chilli!" he still finished it though.. in the end he was rilly on the verge of puking.. looked veri pale n sick.. irony, tt he's looking green after finishing 3 packets of red sauce.. hahaz.. lo.. sho final score.. tingjie, szehwee, alvin 0 packets, eugene 1, i 2, n ben, grand winner, 3 packets!!! hahaz.. lo.. sho we left long john looking veri veri sick.. n alvin was there saying "do u noe tt in the guinness world record tis guy ate 40bottles of ketchup?" lo..... i glanced a look at ben.. "man, the guy who ate all those ketchup muzz haf spent the rest of his life in the hospital" sighx.. a note of reminder.. kids, do not try tis at home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112885797714355886?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112885797714355886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112885797714355886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112885797714355886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112885797714355886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-yeahz.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112884109190535430</id><published>2005-10-09T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:58:11.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw tis show on tv last nitez&lt;br /&gt;there's tis gal who lived in hawaii.. one day, she got into a car accident n suffered brain damage.. result.. she could not rmb the previous day's events.. sho her memory was onli up to the day b4 the accident.. her father n bro n the other villagers there kept the secret tt she was involved in tt accident.. sho everi1 pretended tt it was the day b4 the accident.. n lucky 4 them, hawaii was not exposed to the happenings of the world outside, sho she nv got updated on the news.. but den again, it doesn't matter aniwae, becoz even if she noes, she'll 4get everithing the next day, n continue life frm the day b4 the accident.. sad isn't it..&lt;br /&gt;sho one day, tis guy met her in the restaurant she frequents daily.. den they met n knew each other.. the guy like her.. sho the next day, he went back n was surprised tt she did not rmb him at all.. laterx he got to noe of her illness, n resolved to try to help her.. sho he made a video tape which shows of her accident,the updates of the world, n her knowing him.. sho everiday when she wakes up, she'll play the video tape, learn wat happens, n cry.. den the guy will spend the day making her happi, trying to leave some deep impressions on her hoping tt she'll at least rmb sth.. budden day after day, the same thing will repeat.. she wakes up n learns about her accident 4 the 'first time', go on a date wif him for the '1st time', haf her '1st kiss' n her '1st time' of everithing else.. to the guy, everi day was a day which made him luv her more, but to the gal, everiday was the '1st time' she met him.. den were mani events tt follows which made the show quite touching n sad.. meaningful in a certain way too.. coz until the end of the show, her condition still remains.. she still wakes up daily learning of her illness for the '1st time' n cries bout it for the '1st time'.. but at the end of the show.. she learns tt she's married for the '1st time', learns tt she has a 5-yr-old daughter for the '1st time', n realizes tt her father had aged sho mani yrs for the '1st time'.. 50 first dates was the title of the show.. mm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112884109190535430?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112884109190535430/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-112869661081606892</id><published>2005-10-07T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:20:47.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighx... sprained both ankles again... *ouch* man.... fragile legs....&lt;br /&gt;nowhere to say anithing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112869661081606892?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112869661081606892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112869661081606892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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if onli .........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112858684701395893?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112858684701395893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112858684701395893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112858684701395893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112858684701395893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112852187975269418</id><published>2005-10-05T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:17:59.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaz.. lo.. my 100th post.. mm... nth much actually.. juzz in better mood.. realization is better than guessing.. 'dun save if u will not treasure'.. yeahz.. thnx 4 tis.. somewhere along tis yr i've 4gotten about tis.. lost mani things.. trying to rmb n recover back..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112852187975269418?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112852187975269418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112852187975269418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112852187975269418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112852187975269418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/10/hahaz.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112809748912907662</id><published>2005-09-30T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:24:49.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>psst.....&lt;br /&gt;heaven/hell....&lt;br /&gt;not feeling too gd today....&lt;br /&gt;come haf a little chat wif u can...?&lt;br /&gt;hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't like my pri sch life...&lt;br /&gt;u should noe y....&lt;br /&gt;tot sec sch would be better...&lt;br /&gt;well....&lt;br /&gt;it was better.....&lt;br /&gt;but now.....? &lt;br /&gt;i dunno animore.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change vs original........&lt;br /&gt;superficiality.....&lt;br /&gt;if there's such a word.....&lt;br /&gt;during tis yr.....&lt;br /&gt;sec4.......&lt;br /&gt;realized i deviated frm who i was.......&lt;br /&gt;gd....?&lt;br /&gt;bad......?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno......?&lt;br /&gt;but i dun like it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everithing's different......&lt;br /&gt;lost........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112809748912907662?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112809748912907662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112809748912907662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112809748912907662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112809748912907662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/09/psst.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112749194584334431</id><published>2005-09-23T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:12:25.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>having fever now.. yetx i'm still online.. hahaz.. realised i've got nth much to blog about.. haven been doing much thinking recently.. brain dead.. hahaz.. let's c.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;wat's life about.. hahaz.. seems like no matter wat's ur reason 4 tt qns, there isn't a true same ans among everi1.. it's it becoz we all lead diff lives, tt's y our perception of it is diff.. but u noe sth..? it's becoz of sho mani differing views which wat makes life life isn't it..? at least to me.. it's a journey of the individual, not the whole world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death&lt;br /&gt;the end of the road.. advice.. dun be in a hurry to seek it, 4 it will find u eventually.. juzz live while u can.. hahaz.. life after death ain't a fun thing u noe.. dunno bahx.. been seeing ppl dying these yrs.. juzz got tis thinking tt.. to quote 'death is a salvation frm life'.. budden den again.. if u haven lived life enuff.. tt salvation may not be the solution u r looking 4.. reminds me of my greatgrandma.. hahaz.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frens&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. wat's ur definition of a fren aniwae.. how impt r frens too u.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest&lt;br /&gt;yepz.. the rest like u noe, ur emotions n such.. things causing u to be lost n pain.. sighx.. juzz wondering.. r we holding on too much to them..? holding on too much to the things we wan, the things we feel tt shuld be the way we wan.. solutions to tt particular problem is juzz temporary.. we seem to be unable to break out of it 4 long term.. juzz thinking.. maebe we shuldn't bury ourselves too much in ans.. coz no ans is a truly satisfying one.. coz ppl change.. we change.. 1 ans will not satisfy u 4 a lifetime.. tk things as they come bahx..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112749194584334431?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112749194584334431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112749194584334431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112749194584334431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112749194584334431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/09/having-fever-now.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112688432016219507</id><published>2005-09-16T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:25:20.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired... exhausted... numb... mind going blank... &lt;br /&gt;left ankle's injured again.. man.. it's getting real fragile now.. i can even hear the joint cracking juzz by rotating it.. wat to do.. sighx.. &lt;br /&gt;hahaz&lt;br /&gt;prelims r half done.. half coming.. yepz.. sheesh.. all the papers were like... nvm..&lt;br /&gt;still numb.. came to a new realization.. bout some things.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;all in all....&lt;br /&gt;it's been a bad week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112688432016219507?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112688432016219507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112688432016219507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112688432016219507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112688432016219507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/09/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112627919706772632</id><published>2005-09-09T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:28:53.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heaven n hell...&lt;br /&gt;some make it to heaven after death..&lt;br /&gt;yeahz...&lt;br /&gt;some..&lt;br /&gt;the rest..?&lt;br /&gt;lucky ones make it to hell..&lt;br /&gt;otherwise..&lt;br /&gt;like the rest..&lt;br /&gt;u r stuck neither up nor down..&lt;br /&gt;juzz wandering around..&lt;br /&gt;think tt's lucky..?&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;think again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life begins when u r born&lt;br /&gt;journey ends when u r dead..&lt;br /&gt;juzz feel like typing tis post..&lt;br /&gt;coz..&lt;br /&gt;been seeing ppl dying around me..&lt;br /&gt;been to funerals..&lt;br /&gt;yeahz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112627919706772632?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112627919706772632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112627919706772632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112627919706772632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112627919706772632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/09/heaven-n-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112615353540627579</id><published>2005-09-08T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:25:35.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;From the time I wake up&lt;br /&gt;Till I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;She's everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;She's all I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though she's so far away&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps getting stronger everyday&lt;br /&gt;And even now she's gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm still holdin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me where do I start&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's breakin my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back someday&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends keep telling me&lt;br /&gt;That if you really love her&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta set her free&lt;br /&gt;And if she returns in time&lt;br /&gt;I'll know she's mine&lt;br /&gt;So tell me where do I start&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back someday&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I live in despair&lt;br /&gt;'Cause wide awake or dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I know she's never there&lt;br /&gt;And all the time I act so brave&lt;br /&gt;I'm shakin' inside&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back someday&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows &lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112615353540627579?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112615353540627579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112615353540627579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112615353540627579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112615353540627579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/09/shes-always-on-my-mind-from-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112612222606590046</id><published>2005-09-08T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T03:43:46.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u noe sth...? i've juzz completed a fraction of my prelim mugging.. n i've already exceeded the studying amount i did 4 my midyr.. lo.. hahaz.. shuld i feel accomplished..? or shuld i juzz shoot myself..? i'll decide..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112612222606590046?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112612222606590046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112612222606590046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112612222606590046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112612222606590046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/09/u-noe-sth.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112565817298011440</id><published>2005-09-02T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:25:36.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyozz ppl...&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. &lt;br /&gt;wat ppl..&lt;br /&gt;onli me n u here aniwae.. &lt;br /&gt;yepz..&lt;br /&gt;heaven n hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come'on.. i noe tt it's my fault tt things turned out tis way.. but it's definitely not my choice k.. i didn't wan it either.. in fact, i tried to hard to make sure everithing was fine, is fine, n will be fine.. but how come it had to backfire on me.. y does it hafta be tis way.. i juzz dun get it.. was it already wrong in the 1st place.. i didn't wanna let nature tk it's course tt sorta shit.. juzz wanna hold on it it, keep it fine n tt way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everithing juzz turned out wrong.. juzz like last time, n juzz like now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a place to vent.. sighx.. wat do i hafta do.. which path do i tk now.. sometimes there's no road ahead of u, sometimes it leads out to thousands of different paths, sometimes the juzz one path is the one which u fear to tk.. the road is no road at all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112565817298011440?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112565817298011440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&lt;br /&gt;dun like it..&lt;br /&gt;sighx..&lt;br /&gt;having a not sho gd time down here.. &lt;br /&gt;some things haf happened..&lt;br /&gt;making me wish tt some1's here right now..&lt;br /&gt;some1..&lt;br /&gt;some1..&lt;br /&gt;sighx..&lt;br /&gt;blank wishes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was revisiting my past entries in my blog..&lt;br /&gt;sighx sighx sighx sighx sighx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's sth tt ms khai gave us tt i wanted to post 4 quite some time le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind... the race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life... the most interesting people i know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40-years-old i know still don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112532912975244615?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112532912975244615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112532912975244615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112532912975244615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112532912975244615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-is-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112515501788776282</id><published>2005-08-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:03:37.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do u believe in fate n destiny..? &lt;br /&gt;do u believing in going back to the past n changing ur fate n destiny.. &lt;br /&gt;if u do..&lt;br /&gt;wat will u change..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juzz watched a drama serial tis evening..&lt;br /&gt;about fate n destiny..&lt;br /&gt;would u fate 10yrs 4 some1..&lt;br /&gt;or even 20..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-112515379060592505</id><published>2005-08-27T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:43:10.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the years to come&lt;br /&gt;Will you think about these moments that we shared&lt;br /&gt;In the years to come&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna think it over&lt;br /&gt;And how we lived each day with no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever though we want it to&lt;br /&gt;The road ahead holds different dreams for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in you heart &lt;br /&gt;Is the only way for destiny&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Is the only way now for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Though its the hardest thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss your love in every way&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;'Coz true love never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a year from now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there'll be things we'll wish we never said&lt;br /&gt;In a year from now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll see each other&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the same street corner, no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every end is always written in the stars&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stop the world, I'd make this last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye (sometimes goodbye), though it hurts in you heart &lt;br /&gt;Is the only way for destiny (is the only way for destiny)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye (sometimes goodbye), though it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Is the only way now for you and me (is the only way for you and me)&lt;br /&gt;Though its the hardest thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss your love in every way&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye (so say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;But don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;'Coz true love never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you need my arms to run into&lt;br /&gt;I'll come for you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever change the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye (sometimes goodbye), though it hurts in you heart &lt;br /&gt;Is the only way for destiny (is the only way for destiny)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye (sometimes goodbye), though it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Is the only way now for you and me (is the only way for you and me)&lt;br /&gt;Though its the hardest thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll missing your lovin' every day&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a true love never dies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112515379060592505?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112515379060592505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>ppl..... go c... serious..&lt;br /&gt;http://www.teamtu.com/content.php?content.1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112515274313984878?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112515274313984878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112515274313984878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112515274313984878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112515274313984878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/08/ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112488938476272747</id><published>2005-08-24T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:16:24.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking of that night in June &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much of love&lt;br /&gt;But it came too soon&lt;br /&gt;And there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;And then we got real blue&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home talking on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] - As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;br /&gt;Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;br /&gt;And we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now&lt;br /&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt;We will still be friends forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;br /&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1 (3x)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1st time i heard it, i tot 'hey, tis is a real nice song'&lt;br /&gt;now when i hear it, it suddenly hit me, tt tis song seems sho true, too true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112488938476272747?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112488938476272747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112488938476272747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112488938476272747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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i nv tell u about my name, if i dun trust u, u dun ask me about my name.. u dun ask me bout me.. coz i hate ppl who invade into my privacy n life.. sho unless i trust u, unless i've shared my secrets or anithing personal wif u, u dun ask me anithing at all.. rmb.. i dun care if ur curiosity kills u.. u dun probe into my personal space at all.. u dun ask me y i'm called ryu, especially tis, coz i wun tell u.. i wun appreciate it at all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112472449537324607?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112472449537324607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112472449537324607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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SURVEY! If you want to know pretty muchEVERYTHING about ANYONE (including yourself) this is the survey to fill out! It maytake a while (OK, forever) but it's super fun! So, when you have time(hopefully soon) FILL THIS OUT, HAVE A BLAST, and PUT IT in ur blogg copy all this and paste it on a new email - replace my&gt;answers&gt;with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;*************YOU,YOU,YOU***************&lt;br /&gt;&gt;1. What is your full name? aaron ryu ng.. cool ritez..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;2. B-day? 11.1.89.. note the 11.. note the 1.. dun hafta rmb the 89.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3. Age? 16&lt;br /&gt;&gt;4. Sex? male&lt;br /&gt;&gt;5. Social security? dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6. Where do you live? my house.. u wan my address hafta ask me personally.. hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&gt;7. What school do you attend? cchms&lt;br /&gt;&gt;8. Siblings and their ages: 1 younger bro (12) 1 younger sis (11)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;9. Pets: not allowed to haf ani..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;10. Zodiac Sign: capricorn..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;11. Righty or Lefty: right&lt;br /&gt;&gt;*********YOUR LOOKS*********&lt;br /&gt;&gt;12. Hair color: black n slightly bronze..? budden i wanna gif it a shade of red if possible.. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;13. Eye color: black..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;14. Height: 170cm&lt;br /&gt;&gt;15. Do you wear contacts or glasses? glasses.. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;16. Do you have any piercing? nopez..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;17. If so what do you have pierced? none..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;18. Do you have any tattoos? nopez..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;19. If so what and where? none..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;20. Do you wear any rings? i haf one.. but nv wear..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;21. Do you have a certain fashion you follow? ehz.. i dunno..? i juzz wear wat pleases me..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;**********JUST LATELY***************&lt;br /&gt;&gt;22. How are you today? ermz.. not tt gd..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;23. What pants are you wearing right now? blue shorts..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;24. What shirt are you wearing right now? ehz.. none..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;25. What color socks are you wearing? none too..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;26. What does your hair look like right now? short n uncombed..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;27. What song are you listening to right now? everytime - simple plan.. i luv tis song..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;28. What was the last thing you ate? home cook..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;29. How is the weather right now? quite cooling.. evening le ma..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;30. The last person you spoke to on the phone: ehz.. can't rmb.. quite some time ago le..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;31. Last dream you can remember: haf.. dreamt of ah kay using a hammer n whacking the car which parked at his parking lot.. lo.. gorilla style..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;32. Who are you talking to right now? myself..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;33. What time is it: 1813&lt;br /&gt;&gt;**********More about YOU!**************&lt;br /&gt;&gt;34. What are the last four digits of your phone number? 9029 n 6460..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;35. Have you ever almost died? haf.. b4 birth summore..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;36. Do you like the person that sent you this? no1 sent it.. i took it frm xj.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;37. How do you eat an Oreo: i dun eat oreos..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;38. What makes you happy? i dunno.. nth lasts..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;39.which is the next cd that u would want to buy? nba live 2006..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;40. What's the best advice ever given to you? 'walk.. juzz walk.. u'll find a way..'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;41. Have you ever won any special award? define special..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;42. Worst sickness you ever had? ehz.. can't rmb.. haven had anithing serious..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;43. What's the stupidest thing you ever done? loads.. ehz.. budden most memorable one is the 'counter beauty'.. wah.. serious.. stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;44. If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be? i'll change me..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;45. Where do you shop the most? ehz.. no shop preference..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;46. How many kids do you want to have? 2-3..? hahaz.. or gif the ans i used to gif.. 'a pg, a sg, a sf, a pf, a c, n 7 subs'.. hahaz.. 3 guesses ani1?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;47. Boy's names? after myself..? aaron or ryu.. hahaz.. or ray.. i luv ray..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;48. Daughter's name? ermz.. i dunno..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;49. Do you do Drugs? medicine onli..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;50. What kind of shampoo and conditioner? ehz.. can't rmb the name..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;51. What sport do you hate the most? wrestling.. although my mum told me tt i luv to watch it when i was 3+ 4+..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;52. What are you most scared of? hahaz.. mm.. loneliness..? ironic 4 me.. since i'm always by myself n keeping to myself.. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;53. How many TV's do you have in your house? 3..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;54. Do you have your own? there's 1 in my room, although it's my grandma's..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;55. Do you have your own phone line? hp onli.. hp got 2 lines.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;56. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? ehz.. tis 1/2 dog 1/2 dragon one frm xy..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;57. Have you ever broken/sprained/fractured a bone? my left ankle.. an injury tt will not recover fully.. sighx..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;58. Who do you dream about? ani1 can appear in my dream.. no kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;59. Who do you tell your dreams to? ermz.. ani1 who listens..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;60. Who's the loudest friend you have? crystal goh.. she's a loud n noisy empty vessel.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;61. Who's the quietest friend? i dunno..? noraa..? hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;62. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? dun get u..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;************YOU and LOVE**************&lt;br /&gt;&gt;63. Do you believe in Love? yepz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;64. Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? nopez..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;65. Do you have a crush? will i tell u..? hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;66. Who is your crush? refer to above..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;67. Did you send this to your crush? refer to 2 spaces above..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;68. Do you believe in Love at first sight? maybe..? hahaz.. budden i do believe in pei yang gan qing..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;69. What song do you want played at your wedding? more than words- extreme.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;70. What the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;71. Are you too shy to ask someone out? not rilly..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;72. Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with? who is willing to stick wif me..? ani1 out there..? hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;73. Do you find yourself attractive? ok lahz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;74. Do you find yourself ugly? ok lahz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;75. Do others find you attractive? i'm wanted.. hahaz.. ;P ask them lo.. dun ask me..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;76. Making out with J. Lopez or Britney Spears? nahz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;77. What's worse having your tonsils or appendix removed? pass.. none of them sounds less painful..&lt;br /&gt;*****ON GUYS FOR GIRLS TO FILL OUT (for girls only) ******&lt;br /&gt;&gt;78. Boxers or briefs:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;80. Good or bad guys:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;81. Hat or no hat: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;82. Dimples or No Dimples: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;83. Stubble or neatly shaven? &lt;br /&gt;&gt;84. Studly or cutie: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;85. Accent or not: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;86. Glasses or contacts:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;87. Smart or dumb: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;89. Dependent (whipped) or independent: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;90. Rings or no ring: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;91. Ear pierced or not: &lt;br /&gt;&gt;**ON GIRLS FOR GUYS TO FILL OUT (for guys only )**&lt;br /&gt;&gt;92. Painted nails or not: well.. if she's happi painting her nails all the time.. den go ahead.. i dun mind.. althought i'll nv uds it..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;93. Bra straps showing or not: lo..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;94. Cute n'mysterious or wild n' sexy: hahaz.. both r fine.. although i'm more for the cute ones..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;95.dark or blonde hair: dark..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;96. Long or short hair: shoulder length.. hahaz.. or longer.. but not too long..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;97.Curly or straight hair: straight an natural..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;98. Dark, light, or crazy cool eyes: eyes wif expression.. a nice expression..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;99. Hat or no hat: anithing..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;100. Good or bad girl: hahaz.. at times at times..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;101. Hair up or down: down..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;102. Jewellery or none: not too mani..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;103. Tall or short: not too tall not too short.. hahaz.. i'm not tt tall myself though..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;104. Craziest thing you've done for a girl: sighx.. depends.. i've done loads..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;105. Pants or dress: both..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;106. Tan or fair: both.. not too extreme..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;107. Glasses: anithing..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;108. Favourite thing about a girl: ehz.. the way she smile n luffs..? hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;109. Freckles or none: none or little..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;110. Shy or outgoing: outgoing..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;111. Funny or always cool: funny.. cool will be fine too.. not manly kinda cool horz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;112. Talkative or shy: not too extreme..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;***********Pick One: THIS OR THAT**********&lt;br /&gt;&gt;113. Lights on/off: off.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;114. Sun or Rain? a prefer a cooling weather.. although rain is nice..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;115. Mickey D's(McDonalds) or BK(Burger King)? both will do.. but macs more..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;116. Scary or happy movies better? happi ones.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;117. Backstreet Boys or N*Sync? (chants) bsb.. nv heard nsync b4..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;118. On the phone or in person? in person.. hahaz.. nicer.. although sometimes i'm different in person as compared to on phone.. my personal probz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;119. Paper or plastic? both r fine..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;120. Sausage or pepperoni? sausages..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;121. Summer or Winter? winter..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;122. Hugs or kisses? hugx.. n a little kiss.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;123. Chocolate or white milk: white chocolate..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;124. Root Beer or Dr. Pepper: root beer..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;125. Glass half full or half empty: always half full..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;126. Tape or DVD: dvd.. .&lt;br /&gt;&gt;127. Cats or Dog? cats.. although i 'haf' a dog..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;128. Mud or Jell-O s wrestling: ...?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;129. Vanilla or Chocolate: vanilla..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;130. Skiing or Boarding: boarding..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;131. Day or night: nitez..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;132. Cake or pie: cake..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;133. Diamond or pearl: diamond.. sparkle sparkle..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;134. Sunset or Sunrise: sunset..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;****************Your FAVS****************&lt;br /&gt;&gt;135. Color: red.. blue.. black.. white..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;136. Food: jap food..? western..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;137. Fast Food: kfc.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;138. Candy: ehz.. dunno.. i dun eat candy often..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;139. Animal: ryu.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;140. Number: 11 n 10 n 12.. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;141. Radio Station: nopez..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;142. Band? simple plan..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;144. Fav. Actor or Actress? none..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;145. Fave movies: ehz.. all r fine..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;146. Fav. month: january..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;147. TV show? none..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;148. Store: none..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;149. Teacher: ehz.. none..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;150. Board Game: chinese chess..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;151. Saying: i'll be here 4 u.. always..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;~~~~HAVE you EVER~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&gt;152. Loved someone so much it made you cry? yeahz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;153. Ever gotten dumped? lo..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;154. Broken the Law? ehz.. minor ones..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;155. Ran from the cops? hahaz.. i ran away frm my uncle once.. he was a cop..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;156. Stole something? steal glances counted..? &lt;br /&gt;&gt;157. Tried to kill yourself? not allowed too.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;158. Made yourself throw up? nopez..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;159. Been in love? yeahz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;160. Made yourself cry to get out of trouble? ehz.. nopez..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;**********On a FiNal NoTe***********&lt;br /&gt;&gt;161. Do you like filling these out: okiz lahz.. fun.. hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;163. Do u want your friends to write back? maybe..?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;164. Who is least likely to respond? dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;165. Who is most likely to respond? dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112427304112541658?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112427304112541658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112427304112541658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112427304112541658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112427304112541658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/08/took-tis-frm-xj.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112419244043920731</id><published>2005-08-16T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:40:40.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>silent scream in the deafening silence..&lt;br /&gt;messed..&lt;br /&gt;sighx..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112419244043920731?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112419244043920731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112419244043920731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112419244043920731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112419244043920731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/08/silent-scream-in-deafening-silence.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112351899552073659</id><published>2005-08-08T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:36:35.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaz&lt;br /&gt;today was the cross country race&lt;br /&gt;n i shuld sae wat a race it was&lt;br /&gt;hahahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gathered at east coast park at 7:15. was there not veri early, but not veri late, u noe, the type when there's quite a no of ppl there le already.. sho 1st task was to look 4 my class among the crowd lo.. not tt difficult, actually managed to find them quite easily lahz.. surprised.. hahaz.. ms khai n the gals were there.. n more importantly, the hair sprays were there.. hahaz.. got 2 cans of glitter, 1 pink/purple, n 1 red.. n i arrived juzz in time to test spray it.. hahaz.. learn khang was my test subject.. tried the red on him.. hahaz.. to tell the truth, i did a pretty gd job lehz.. spray until damn cool.. den sprayed a BN at the back of his head.. hahaz.. den the others all came n got their fair share of spraying.. tiger, peng kai er xuan jiunn haur etc etc.. den after seeing us spray, the gals finally joined in.. hahaz.. sho the guys all got sprayed wif red while the gals did theirs in pink.. sho everi guy sprayed sprayed sprayed in red until we reach eugene.. uhuh.. trouble.. ran out of red spray.. but nvm.. still got pink riteZ? hahaz.. sho eugene bo bian kenna pink/purple lo.. sho his hair was styled like 1 strand 1 strand tt time.. u noe.. like tree branches? tt's how i called tt kind lahz.. sho he got sprayed.. den the effect was like cherry blossom liddat.. hahaz.. serious.. at least i find it nice, but a little too messy lahz.. n he was complaining 'wah lau.. laterx i still wan go out one lehz'.. hahaz.. den jing qing joined us.. he also haven spray yet.. sho he also hafta use pink lahz.. den rmb his hair style? yeahz.. sho i painted stripes.. sho it's 1 stripe 1 stripe 1 stripe.. serious beng.. lucky he didn't haf his c lit textbook wif him, otherwise the beng image will be ruined.. den james came.. his was also special.. i sprayed a big B at the top of his head, den a big N at the back.. she his bn was the biggest, while the others bn small small.. alvin n eugene didn't wan the bn.. the nicest bn still goes to learn khang.. his was a pink bn srayed over a red bn.. sho got double lines effect.. damn cool sia.. sho best hair award goes to Chong Learn Khang!!!&lt;br /&gt;n as 4 the gals.. i sprayed a ren on their hair.. chinese character of bn lahz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sho b4 the race started we had lotx of time.. everi1 were bz spraying, n playing n tis n tt.. having fun lahz.. sho learn khang n i decided to challenge n c who can freeze the longest.. u noe.. the freeze.. hahaz.. budden the ground was kinda wet n muddy.. sho ended up being u noe u noe.. dun hafta sae ritez.. hahaz.. sho did on a dryer ground.. xj was there wif his camera.. sho told him to help me tk a pic of me doing a vertical freeze.. hahaz.. like it veri much, though haven receive frm him yet.. den went to play monkey wif my class ppl.. slack slack slack.. until race start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis yr's race was one of the most enthu races i've eva ran.. some of the bn guys wanted to finish the race together.. they r me, learn khang, alvin, benjamin, er xuan, jiunn haur, n... us? while tiger n peng kai n eugene pia.. sho we purposely jogged n walked n jogged n walked 4 the whole run.. saw the rp guys playing soccer while running.. saw niko running wif the national flag -.-"......... den juzz jogged at our own pace.. was enjoying ourselves luffing n joking.. hahaz.. sho while we were near the checkpoint where they distributed water, we purposely acted like we were dying.. hahaz .. den ran into crystal, prisc, liling, ting jie, denise, huimin, tian tian sze hwee n such.. sho decided to walk together.. n guess wat.. we decided to tk a photo together.. -.-".... 1st time i've taken posed group photos during a race.. lo.. can c how slack we were.. hahaz.. den the guys decided to walk into the finishing line together.. sho we jogged in a straight line across the lane until we reached the end, den walked in in a single file in register no.. hahaz.. sho we were like 97, 98, 99, 100, 107, 108.. yeahz.. hahaz.. den it rained..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tt went parkway to eat.. played arcade.. the table top hockey.. me n alvin vs crys n liling.. hahaz.. at 1st they lead 3-0.. liling's dangerous at tt game.. *scary scary* den slowly at the end we fan bai wei sheng.. scored the buzzer 2 shots n ended the game at 12-10.. played pool there.. lo.. damn malu.. kept on hitting 'jump balls'.. the ball will bounce instead of roll straight -.-"...... everi1 were luffing.. budden lucky tt probz onli lasted in the 1st 2 games.. after tt it was ok le.. hahaz.. den crys was there saying 'i dun wan u to teach me.. laterx my ball also jump jump den veri malu..' ..... tio suan.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after parkway, they went to roller blade while i went edwen's house n play.. hahaz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112351899552073659?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112351899552073659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112351899552073659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112351899552073659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112351899552073659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/08/hahaz-today-was-cross-country-race-n-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112334341721454011</id><published>2005-08-06T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T23:50:17.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112334341721454011?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112334341721454011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112334341721454011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112334341721454011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112334341721454011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/08/aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112325802024436029</id><published>2005-08-06T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:07:00.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw tis line which kinda appealed to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you want respect, you've got to take it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it hit any meaning in u ppl? wat is the respect tt u wan.. respect's not the onli thing tt u've gotta tk if u wan it.. but respect's the word tt's of significance to me.. yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm distancing frm mani things...... dun ask me how, dun ask me y.. i juzz m..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112325802024436029?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112325802024436029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112325802024436029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112325802024436029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112325802024436029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/08/saw-tis-line-which-kinda-appealed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112299800861774902</id><published>2005-08-02T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:02:33.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a post which was supposed to be posted some time ago&lt;br /&gt;the day where bn showed the most cooperation&lt;br /&gt;the most bn spirit&lt;br /&gt;i call it&lt;br /&gt;The Prank &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining quite heavily tt morning, n i arrived quite early in sch. was surprised to c onli eugene in class. onli the lights n fan at his row is switched on, n since he didn't c me, i crept up behind him .... &lt;br /&gt;'BOO!'&lt;br /&gt; hahaz. he literally jumped. &lt;br /&gt;"u scared me lahz"&lt;br /&gt;"lo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis was how it all began. pretty soon huimin arrived lahz. sho we decided to continue to scare the others. hahaz. 1st target was amanda, since by usual timing she's the one who'll arrive the next. sho we switched off all lights n fans n close the back door, hiding behind it, waiting 4 her to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wait wait wait wait wait wait*&lt;br /&gt;*footsteps*&lt;br /&gt;*shhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sho we stood veri close to the back door. suddenly... we heard the door opening... but it wasn't the back door.. she had came in by the front door!! -.-"l.... mistk number 1.. hahaz.. at least we managed to scare her, coz she said it was veri scary n when she suddenly switched on the lights, she felt veri veri frightened, like got something behind her liddat. hahaz. well.. she was right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacklyn, melissa, tian tian, denise soon arrived, n they joined in the fun. hahaz. sho after leaning our mistk. nv leave the front door unguarded, 1st reaction of ppl is walk to front door to switch on lights n fans b4 coming in. sho we changed the plan. we all hid behind the back door while eugene guarded the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lights off fans off*&lt;br /&gt;*wait wait wait wait wait*&lt;br /&gt;*footsteps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sound of front door opening*&lt;br /&gt;eugene froze. eugene stared at peiwen. peiwen stared at eugene. eugene walked away!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EUGENE!!! Y DIDN'T U SCARE HER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"coz when i saw her, she scared me instead"&lt;br /&gt;-.-"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change of plan again. eugene n i stood by the front while the gals stood by the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission: Scare crystal&lt;br /&gt;hahaz. no need to wonder y her ritez. since she's always irritating, alwaes noisy, always laming, always suan-ing ppl, always playing tricks on others. ahaz. no lahz. actually she's a sweet n nice gal (shh, dun tell her i said tt), but den again, she's one of the best ppl to get revenge on. muahahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wait wait wait wait wait*&lt;br /&gt;*footsteps*&lt;br /&gt;*sound of front door opening*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BOO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;hahaz. 1st success!!! we got jiunn haur!!! hahaz. he jumped when we booed him lo. den in shock, his reaction was slam the door closed. poor eugene. kenna in the face. hahaz. sho, those who came early crouch under tables and chairs to act as if no one is in class n those we came laterx either did tis or hid behind the door wif us to scare others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n 1 by 1 we scared almost everi1 lo. hahaz. everi1's reactions were "LAME LAH!!" after being frightened, but they still joined in aniwae. the boys were at the front door, n the gals were at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sho crystal finally came. below is an extract frm peiwen's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at the backdoor..n den..the backdoor opens..crystal stand there..with her bag n umbrella in hand (it was raining)..*complete silence..1 second later...* "argh!!!!!!!"..haha..welll..crystal scared us instead...*shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!! HOW CAN THEY FAIL AT SCARING CRYSTAL!!!! *grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaz. all in all. here r the hightlights of scares. muzz use ur imagination a little horz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jing qing:&lt;br /&gt;the gals got him. hahaz. according to them, he was hugging his umbrella n himself veri tightly n looking veri scared when they scared him. hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiunn haur:&lt;br /&gt;his reaction of slaming the door proves tt he was scared. hahaz. 1st victory, tt's y muzz mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liu pan n peng han:&lt;br /&gt;the 2 of them gave a little scream! hahaz. satisfying victory. hahahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin:&lt;br /&gt;another rilly shocked one. usual alvin-when-shocked expression, but tis time is geniune. hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priscilla:&lt;br /&gt;she froze wif her mouth wide open lo!!! juzz froze they staring at us. hahahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinjuan:&lt;br /&gt;hahaz. classic. hahaz. eugene got her screaming, but she got eugene too. she ended up whacking eugene wif her umbrella, shouting "EUGENE!! EUGENE!!" den kicked him across the classroo,, "HOW CAN U SCARE ME!!!" den kicked him back to the door again. hahaz. poor eugene. sho mani injuries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verena:&lt;br /&gt;credits to her. even though we tried to scare her, her expression didn't change at all. still the same usual verena look. -.-"... ermz.. verena..? can u wear a different expression 4 a change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel:&lt;br /&gt;hahaz. i noe i noe. she ain't frm our class, but guess wat? we got her too!! hahaz. recount recount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wait wait wait* &lt;br /&gt;*footsteps*&lt;br /&gt;"shh... some1 coming.. get ready.."&lt;br /&gt;*door opens*&lt;br /&gt;"BOO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"AAHHHH!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;hahaz. lo. who would expect rachel to open the door instead of a bn member. hahaz. veri malu to haf scared the wrong person, but yet funny at the same time. hahaz. sorri rachel!!! but glad u joined in the fun too!!! hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jt gals:&lt;br /&gt;lo.. it was another malu attempt. a bn member (can't rmb who) opened the door, but we didn't manage to scare him. instead, the jt gals who were toking outside of class went "ahh!!!" n jumped. hahaz. tok bout 3rd party involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr soh:&lt;br /&gt;lo. another gd one. according to alvin, he saw him walk past thrice. 1st time was when lights was on. den a while laterx he walk past again lights were off. wearing puzzled expression. 3rd time our lights were on again. hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now 4 the best part...&lt;br /&gt;*drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms sharmila!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. recount recount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*7:40 bell ring*&lt;br /&gt;"class, wan scare ms sharm?"&lt;br /&gt;unison agreement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sho everi1 went into battle position. gals at back door, guys at front. tiger n james hid under a umbrella -.-".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lights off fans off*&lt;br /&gt;*wait wait wait wait wait*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms sharm arrived.. she stood outside the window.. she peered into class.. she sees a dark classroom.. she sees no1.. *pray pray**open the door ms sharm! open it!" den................. she walked away!!!&lt;br /&gt;now y did she do tt...? (think is she went back to staff room n check her timetable again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae.. we continued waiting 4 her.. she came back again.. *on ready* she peered into the window.. she sees a dark class.. she sees no1........ den..................... she walked away again!!! argh..... wth... (think she started to walk around class to look 4 us)&lt;br /&gt;den we continue to wait lo.. budden after a while, the gals said "ehz.. laterx ms sharm cannot tk the joke den how? better dun play le lahz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkiz.. sho we all went back to sit.. everi1 wif an angel's smile.. hahaz.. 5mins laterx, she came back, fuming a little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharm: "class, where we u juzz now"&lt;br /&gt;class: 'we were in class, ms sharm'&lt;br /&gt;sharm: "but tt's not possible! i've passed by ur class n i didn't c ani1!"&lt;br /&gt;class: 'huh? but we were in class all along wat'&lt;br /&gt;sharm: "but i came juzz now n u were not here!"&lt;br /&gt;class: 'but we were in class, ms sharm. r u ok?' *giggles in the background*&lt;br /&gt;sharm: "ya ya, i'm ok i'm ok." *starts teaching*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins laterx.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharm: "rilly la. i wanna noe wat happened juzz now. where were u ppl?"&lt;br /&gt;class: 'huh? ms sharm? we were all in class juzz now'&lt;br /&gt;sharm: "but i passed by the class juzz now! the doors were locked the lights were off! no1&lt;br /&gt;        was in class! ruth, tell me, where did u go juzz now"&lt;br /&gt;ruth:  'we were in class, ms sharmila' *n tt's nth but the truth* *giggles in background*&lt;br /&gt;ben:   'ms sharm, did u try opening the door juzz now?'&lt;br /&gt;crys:  'ms sharm, r u ok?'&lt;br /&gt;sharm: "ya ya. i'm fine................"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10mins laterx, she did a qns wrongly.. a veri veri rare occasion tt she'll make a mistk in her work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharm: "aiyah.. how could i be sho careless.. today is rilly strange, sth weird is going on. r u&lt;br /&gt;        sure u were in class?"&lt;br /&gt;class: *burst out luffing* 'yes ms sharm, we were in class!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. wonderful memories.. bn's most united moment.. lo.. man.. i'll certainly miss tis little episode. lo.. hahahahahahaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112299800861774902?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112299800861774902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112299800861774902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112299800861774902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112299800861774902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/08/post-which-was-supposed-to-be-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112280399076962079</id><published>2005-07-31T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T17:59:52.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, i went 4 a walk wif my grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Court&lt;br /&gt;there was tis young man wif his old mother at the food court. they had a little arguement. The young man wanted to eat at another place, but the old woman wanted to eat there. The young man den stormed off, leaving the old woman to eat there alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was sitting beside tis elderly couple, the old man was complaining to my grandma 'aiyo. tis dessert stall holder has such lousy service. i kept reminding her not to add barley to my soup, yet she keep piling it on. terrible'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Void Deck&lt;br /&gt;saw tis group of young kids (around before pri2) playing, running about wif their pet dogs n playing the spiderman floating disc. were having sho much fun.&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;further down at the void deck of the next blk&lt;br /&gt;saw tis couple wif their young daughter. same age. but.. she has some sort of leg disease tt leaves her leg weak n twisted, n has to rely walking around wif a 4 wheel walker. her parents were encouraging her. den my grandma said to me "sho poor thing. sho young, sho obedient, sho adorable sommore, yet haf tis illness. everi morning when i go to the market, i would c her walking wif her grandma. her grandma will call her to greet me, n she will greet. poor gal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighx.... life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112280399076962079?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112280399076962079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112280399076962079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112280399076962079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112280399076962079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-i-went-4-walk-wif-my-grandma.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112248009709575727</id><published>2005-07-27T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T00:01:37.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read a note my grandma wrote back in nineteen twenty-three.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me. &lt;br /&gt;he said,"boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I loved your grandma so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together.&lt;br /&gt;Get married in the first town we came to, and live forever.&lt;br /&gt;But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet, instead &lt;br /&gt;Of her, I found this letter, and this is what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get there before I do, &lt;br /&gt;don't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let you down, &lt;br /&gt;darling wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;And between now and then, &lt;br /&gt;till I see you again,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you. &lt;br /&gt;love, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read those words just hours before my grandma passed away,&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway of a church where me and grandpa stopped to pray.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd never seen him cry in all my fifteen years&lt;br /&gt;But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get there before I do, &lt;br /&gt;don't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let you down, &lt;br /&gt;darling wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;And between now and then, &lt;br /&gt;till I see you again,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you. &lt;br /&gt;love, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between now and then, &lt;br /&gt;till I see you again,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you. &lt;br /&gt;love, me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112248009709575727?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112248009709575727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112248009709575727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112248009709575727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112248009709575727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-read-note-my-grandma-wrote-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112239475368503729</id><published>2005-07-26T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:19:13.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when we think about now, when we think about tmr, when we think about the days after&lt;br /&gt;when we think about ytd, when we think about the time we've spent&lt;br /&gt;when we regret our actions, the foolishness we once did&lt;br /&gt;when we look back n wonder to ourselves how did it happen, y did it turn out tis way&lt;br /&gt;when we smile n luff at the games we played n the things we said&lt;br /&gt;when we rmb the words dun worry about ur troubles, for i'll be here instead&lt;br /&gt;when we all once divided, when we r now all united&lt;br /&gt;when we r now more than words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we go on, we rmb, all the times we spent together&lt;br /&gt;as our lives change, come wateva, i'll be wif u until the ocean doesn't touch the sand&lt;br /&gt;until 2 parallel lines meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i've waited 13yrs to meet u, 14yrs to noe u, 15yrs to lose u&lt;br /&gt;i wun mind to wait another 13yrs to meet u again&lt;br /&gt;n even if i dun meet u by den&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait another 13 yrs&lt;br /&gt;an another...&lt;br /&gt;an another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaz&lt;br /&gt;but i dun think i'll live tt long aniwae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i've let go the stone in my heart&lt;br /&gt;but the scars will nv heal&lt;br /&gt;especially the ones on my left&lt;br /&gt;wondering y too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frenship&lt;br /&gt;the boat tt nv sinks&lt;br /&gt;or sho it seems to be said on mani&lt;br /&gt;but fulfilled by some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it true tt the more impt some1 is to u, the more u will expect out of him/her..?&lt;br /&gt;if it's so, den..&lt;br /&gt;sad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112239475368503729?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112239475368503729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112239475368503729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112239475368503729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112239475368503729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-we-think-about-now-when-we-think.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112221190203577048</id><published>2005-07-24T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:31:42.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dun mess wif me if i ain't messing wif u&lt;br /&gt;u dig?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112221190203577048?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-112221185323134373</id><published>2005-07-24T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:30:53.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatcha doin tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be a fly on your wall&lt;br /&gt;Are you really alone&lt;br /&gt;Who's stealin' your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I bring you into my life&lt;br /&gt;What would it take to make you see that I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just watch you in your room&lt;br /&gt;If I was invincible&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;If hearts were unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just tell you where I stand&lt;br /&gt;I would be the smartest man&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;(Wait..I already am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw your face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I call out your name&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear a sound&lt;br /&gt;I keep tracing your steps&lt;br /&gt;Each move that you make&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could read what goes through your mind&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could touch me with the colors of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just watch you in your room&lt;br /&gt;If I was invincible&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;If hearts were unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;Then I can just tell you where I stand&lt;br /&gt;I would be the smartest man&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;(Wait..I already am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach out&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even see me&lt;br /&gt;Even when I scream out&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you don't hear me&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;Just a shadow passing through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;Then I could just watch you in your room&lt;br /&gt;If I was invincible&lt;br /&gt;I'd make you mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;If hearts were unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;Then I can just tell you where I stand&lt;br /&gt;I would be the smartest man&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible&lt;br /&gt;(Wait..I already am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible...&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible...&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible...&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible...&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was invisible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112221185323134373?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112221185323134373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112221185323134373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112221185323134373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112221185323134373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/07/whatcha-doin-tonight-i-wish-i-could-be.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112187066084334490</id><published>2005-07-20T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:57:24.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven been blogging..&lt;br /&gt;days haf passed..&lt;br /&gt;nights haf passed..&lt;br /&gt;things r still the same..&lt;br /&gt;or r they..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screaming silently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving it all to some1 does not garantee 100% returns.. we all noe tt, but can we accept it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112187066084334490?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112187066084334490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112187066084334490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112187066084334490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112187066084334490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/07/haven-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112109635946082243</id><published>2005-07-11T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:40:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>examinations&lt;br /&gt;o'levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how mani truly noes the importance of it?&lt;br /&gt;i dun&lt;br /&gt;sho y is it there in the 1st place?&lt;br /&gt;y did the government, or everi other state n country in the world demand 4 an examination, or a certain act or qualifications, b4 being allowed to ascend to a certain rank?&lt;br /&gt;or reflecting back, it ain't onli politics or sch education tt emphasises on a form of test&lt;br /&gt;in musics, u'll need to pass the exam to attain a certain grade&lt;br /&gt;in luv, u gotta withstand the test of time, or the test of urgency, b4 u finally get wat u call luv&lt;br /&gt;in frenship, u withstand the test of time to uds wat it is&lt;br /&gt;but y do some ppl deem exceling in the tests of education n career r more impt, while others rather excel in their frenship n luv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we r all following our own path, the road we choose to seek&lt;br /&gt;our paths differ&lt;br /&gt;our tots differ&lt;br /&gt;u call some1 an idiot 4 wasting his time away playing n not studying, doing things he enjoy, things which he deem impt&lt;br /&gt;he tells u wat is so impt bout exams, wat does it prove bout u, wat can it rilly do to ur life&lt;br /&gt;u call him a fool to wan to die 4 luv&lt;br /&gt;he tells u tt's becoz u haf nv luv b4&lt;br /&gt;u say he's waste his life as he had nv accomplished anithing worth showing the world&lt;br /&gt;he ask u wat does ur accomplishments truly prove&lt;br /&gt;u tell him tt frm ur experience in life u noe more, n wat u sae is 4 his own gd&lt;br /&gt;he says he will strive thru life his own way&lt;br /&gt;u tell him tt wifout education he would not be able to support his family&lt;br /&gt;he says he'll prove to u tt he can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is everibody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;we tell others wat we think, they tell u wat they think, when ur views differ, u argue tt u r right, but how much do u noe tt u r right if u nv try putting urselves in their shoes&lt;br /&gt;u stick to ur own rule of living, code of life, critisizing others 4 their way of life, but how much haf u eva critisized bout ur own&lt;br /&gt;when u tell others how u think n wat shuld be done, haf u wondered about the impact of ur words, wat it would do to the life of others&lt;br /&gt;when u tell some1 to pick up a knife n die 4 wat he believes in, haf u wondered about the impact of his death&lt;br /&gt;or do u not even noe wat ur words can do&lt;br /&gt;when u tell some1 to live 4 his own dreams, haf u eva qns about wat his dreams mean to his life&lt;br /&gt;u can persuade a person to live or to die, but do u haf the right to affect his life&lt;br /&gt;can u bear his death on ur shoulders, or can u carry him on to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole entry of contradicting words&lt;br /&gt;wat do we truly seek in our lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112109635946082243?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112109635946082243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112109635946082243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112109635946082243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112109635946082243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/07/examinations-olevels-how-mani-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112098653935365599</id><published>2005-07-10T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:08:59.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everithing in the world has a form, n tt's wat we perceive them as.&lt;br /&gt;as we rmb tt in our mind, it is wat we accept them as, wif tt name, wif tt shape, be it words, colours or things.&lt;br /&gt;when our mind accepts them, we'll often haf an action wheneva we hear or c it, be it think bout sth or do sth.&lt;br /&gt;it will den evoke an emotion wifin us.&lt;br /&gt;once we noe how to control it, we will uds more bout ourselves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112098653935365599?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112098653935365599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112098653935365599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112098653935365599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112098653935365599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/07/everithing-in-world-has-form-n-tts-wat.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112098441413899811</id><published>2005-07-10T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:33:34.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tell me what's wrong with society&lt;br /&gt;When everywhere I look, I see&lt;br /&gt;Young girls dying to be on TV&lt;br /&gt;They won't stop till they've reached their dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet pills, surgery&lt;br /&gt;Photoshopped pictures in magazines&lt;br /&gt;Telling them how they should be&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things are not how they used to be&lt;br /&gt;There's no more normal families&lt;br /&gt;Parents act like enemies&lt;br /&gt;Making kids feel like it's World War III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares, no one's there&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're all just too damn busy&lt;br /&gt;And money's our first priority&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's wrong with society&lt;br /&gt;When everywhere I look I see&lt;br /&gt;Rich guys driving big SUVs&lt;br /&gt;While kids are starving in the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares&lt;br /&gt;No one likes to share&lt;br /&gt;I guess life's unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something, something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112098441413899811?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112098441413899811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112098441413899811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112098441413899811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112098441413899811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/07/tell-me-whats-wrong-with-society-when.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-112057408508686578</id><published>2005-07-05T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:42:54.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired&lt;br /&gt;mentally&lt;br /&gt;wounds nv heal&lt;br /&gt;scars r left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much strain, too much pain&lt;br /&gt;my ankle's acting up again..&lt;br /&gt;bad bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unwanted, unloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i look back now n think about those times&lt;br /&gt;i wonder to myself&lt;br /&gt;y would all these happen&lt;br /&gt;to lead to me today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would noraa haf been a better me&lt;br /&gt;or would aaron be instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat would u do if u hold out to things sho much,&lt;br /&gt;yet they dun gif tt much back to u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u hafta uncover tons of earth to discover juzz one diamond&lt;br /&gt;to put up wif sho much dirt juzz 4 sth valuable&lt;br /&gt;but it's worth it&lt;br /&gt;but how much dirt would u haf suffered to equivalent it's worth&lt;br /&gt;maebe even more than the diamond itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y do u hold on to ppl u treasure sho much&lt;br /&gt;yet not cherish those who treasure u instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u believe in eva lasting frenship n luv?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-112057408508686578?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/112057408508686578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=112057408508686578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112057408508686578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/112057408508686578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/07/tired-mentally-wounds-nv-heal-scars-r.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-111971662639218189</id><published>2005-06-26T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:23:46.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back&lt;br /&gt;been away 4 around 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;com probz&lt;br /&gt;shuld be fine now&lt;br /&gt;i hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-111971662639218189?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/111971662639218189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=111971662639218189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/111971662639218189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/111971662639218189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-been-away-4-around-2-weeks-com.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-111772027638921803</id><published>2005-06-02T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T21:51:16.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too mani cuts on my hands&lt;br /&gt;i swear those ppl r hiding knives under their jerseys&lt;br /&gt;ouch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-111772027638921803?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/111772027638921803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=111772027638921803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/111772027638921803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/111772027638921803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/06/too-mani-cuts-on-my-hands-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-111755954855975599</id><published>2005-06-01T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T01:12:28.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>noe sometimes when u feel like shouting out loud everithing u haf inside, but when u open ur mouth, u realize tt nth will come out.. tt when u look at the stars wishing for things u wan sho badly, yet when u start to wish, u'll ask urself 'r those rilly wat i wan..?'.. tt when u haf slit urself, yet when u look at ur bloody self, u wonder 'wat gd will tis do aniwae'.. tt when u haf punch walls until ur knuckles r badly bruised, u'll start to think 'is tis helping me?', but when u start to recall wat made u do it in the 1st place, wham, goes the fist again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaz.. go figure..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-111755954855975599?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/111755954855975599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=111755954855975599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/111755954855975599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/111755954855975599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/06/noe-sometimes-when-u-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-111755817315766007</id><published>2005-06-01T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T00:49:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dumb blonde jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she called me to get my phone number.&lt;br /&gt;-she spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juicebox because it said "concentrate."&lt;br /&gt;-she put lipstick on her forehead because shewanted to make up her mind.&lt;br /&gt;-she tried to put M&amp;amp;M's in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;-she sent me a fax with a stamp on it.&lt;br /&gt;-she tried to drown a fish.&lt;br /&gt;-she thought a quarterback was a refund.&lt;br /&gt;-she got locked in a grocery store and starved todeath.&lt;br /&gt;-she tripped over a cordless phone.&lt;br /&gt;-she took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept.&lt;br /&gt;-she asked for a price check at the Dollar Store.&lt;br /&gt;-she studied for a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;-she thought Meow Mix was a CD for cats when she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home, she moved.&lt;br /&gt;-when she missed the 44 bus, she took the 22 bus twice instead.&lt;br /&gt;-when she took you to the airport and saw a signthat said "Airport Left" she turned around and went home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660025.post-111747267656087683</id><published>2005-05-31T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:04:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>which is more pitiful..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ppl who think too highly of themselves n end up falling or ppl who haf nth at all..?&lt;br /&gt;-one sided luv or losing a luv one..?&lt;br /&gt;-pursuing a hope tt can nv be fulfilled or having no hopes at all..?&lt;br /&gt;-having parents but wif bad relationship or being an orphan..?&lt;br /&gt;-looking at the stars, knowing tt they r there, or looking at the stars, knowing u'll nv haf them..?&lt;br /&gt;-living or dying..?&lt;br /&gt;-having mani unaccomplished dreams, or having no dreams at all...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how shuld u live ur life..?&lt;br /&gt;as everi normal day, or as ur last day living everiday..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat if i were to die one day..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660025-111747267656087683?l=ryu89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/feeds/111747267656087683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660025&amp;postID=111747267656087683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/111747267656087683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660025/posts/default/111747267656087683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryu89.blogspot.com/2005/05/which-is-more-pitiful.html' title=''/><author><name>rYu89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11588684953540052527</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-8660025.post-111738326689866759</id><published>2005-05-30T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:14:26.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wounds heal, pain stays...&lt;br /&gt;wat r wounds aniwae&lt;br /&gt;to remind u of something tt happened..?&lt;br /&gt;to teach u a lesson..?&lt;br /&gt;to remind u tt u r alived..?&lt;br /&gt;to show tt u r better off dead..?&lt;br /&gt;to let u feel a pain tt'll always be there..?&lt;br /&gt;she said tt wif the passing of time, wounds will heal, the pain will leave, everithing will be 4gotten n a new start will begin.. but how come when his wounds r healed, the pain nv goes away..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beach is like the journey of life, the sea is like time..&lt;br /&gt;if u walk along the beach, ur foot prints will show u the path u haf once taken.. some ppl leave quick n light prints tt will be washed away quickly, soon 4gotten.. others leave deep prints, n it tks a longer time to remove them.. some drag their feet along the sand, though the sea will wash away their prints, they nv want to 4get the past, hence they drag their feet, 4eva leaving a trail behind them, 4eva wanting the past to stay..&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;rmb&lt;br /&gt;dun juzz look behind u&lt;br /&gt;look ahead&lt;br /&gt;there's a whole lot of sand in front 4 u to leave ur mark on&lt;br /&gt;look to ur sides&lt;br /&gt;look 4 prints which walk wif u..&lt;div 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