<?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-448934799438064905</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:10:51.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temporary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448934799438064905.post-2508618587063699557</id><published>2009-05-08T08:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:29:11.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-waku waku-</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's volleyball trial was.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how to continue that sentence. Because all I had were fun and exhaustion, as well as muscle aches in the big thighs and my wrists. Red spots surfaced on the wrists, and apparent swelling. Big thighs' muscles were totally worn out. It was damn hard for me to even walk down and up the stairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And RP has a lot of stairs! Right at that time, the down escalator was under repair. So I literally walked down like someone who has just lost a limb or something. But anyway, I survived. Now I am waiting for their e-mail. I don't really put on high hopes on getting in though. I was merely there to enjoy volleyball for awhile. It doesn't matter if I don't get in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with that, I am already satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for 30th May to arrive. ^-^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-2508618587063699557?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/2508618587063699557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=2508618587063699557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/2508618587063699557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/2508618587063699557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/05/waku-waku.html' title='-waku waku-'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-2757771793066488379</id><published>2009-05-06T21:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:40:14.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh gosh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Miaow~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today's module was Enterprise Skills. I kind of dreaded going to school today. But what can I do? Skip? No way. I've already told myself to not run away from school anymore. Okay... so today's the last day for us to work as a team with our teammates. It's the 3rd day. Faci was sort of funny. She told us to spend 5 minutes for giving feedbacks to everyone in the team. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously speaking, I totally enjoyed today. You guys are great, man. I feel dejected at the thought of us disbanding. Why can't we stay together as a team for the rest of the days? But I think I can understand why faci does this. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my shout out to everyone in my team for ES... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jen: You very cute hor haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kai: Sorry, I fail as a leader. Orz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam: You're not the first to misapprehend me as a butch. HAHA! People ought to stop their stereotyping... Orz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lou: Very fun to disturb. :D Thanks for giving me a chance to vent out my dejected (due to many reasons...) feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though chances of them looking at this is very low to the extreme, I still felt like putting these up here. Heeee~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, went to watch the movie X-men Origins: Wolverine with Cailing and Jiru. Before walking out of the school grounds, I saw Mal. I even forgot his name, until I saw his blog. O: Sorry Mal! :3 It felt like ages since I have seen peeps from Class 16. Orz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GOT TO SEE AND CARRY MY GODSON! So small and cute. :3 Makes me wander... When am I going to get Sha? Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the movie was great. Humorous, packed with lots of hot stuff. I mean, action. Superlative nice to the extreme. And the room was utterly cold. But compared to my classroom's, that was just a chip off a crust of a big pizza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shucks, speaking of food, I am still hungry. I am in need of food and money now. Haha. Shall sleep early... Tomorrow's the 2nd trial for volleyball! I missed the first one on Monday due to..... Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am going to flip and roll on my bed tonight before sleeping soundly... I realize, my love for volleyball doesn't just 'poof!' vanishes. It had been about more than a year since I literally hit a volleyball. Orz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck? O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-2757771793066488379?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/2757771793066488379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=2757771793066488379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/2757771793066488379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/2757771793066488379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-gosh.html' title='Oh gosh...'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-3701190023656395352</id><published>2009-04-27T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:18:44.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gahaha!</title><content type='html'>Oh my god. Can you believe it? I am hitting the bed in few minutes time. Yahoo! Tomorrow's Science! I am looking forward to it, but there's a foreboding sensation.... Gah~~ Let's forget about it and happily dive into my dream! I mean sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pom! &lt;/span&gt;I just killed an ant. That was like, the 4th I had killed for today. I have no idea why ants like to crawl around, even when there is no food. I say, NO food. I see one, I kill one. Simple. They are irritating. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I created a new blog just now. Heeeeeeeeeeeee~ Now... I still have to practice. Guh~ I can see it. I am gradually reaching my goal. Heeeeeeee~ :D&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To ___: Thanks very much, for nothing. Maybe you are emotionally unstable? But what? This is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; weird. Take it out on someone else. Damnation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-3701190023656395352?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/3701190023656395352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=3701190023656395352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/3701190023656395352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/3701190023656395352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/04/gahaha.html' title='Gahaha!'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-7887459147046228674</id><published>2009-04-25T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:55:33.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental much?</title><content type='html'>After much consideration and cracking of my head, I have my verdict. It was not easy, since I am such an indecisive being. I don't blame myself, I blame the astrological sign. Oops. Anyhow, to say the truth, I can't bear to leave the place. But I have no choice? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I do have. But I have chosen to leave. Why? I don't know. I guess my laziness and all other factors owned the feelings of not wanting to leave. My work mates are.... fun. The small bond that we shared was gradually built in the past 4 to 5 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has started. I am getting busier. It's like a relationship. Take it as an example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were in a relationship. But there are some things that you have to do, and you can choose to stay with your other half or do the important things at hand. So you decided to leave your other half. And maybe let's say few years later... You came back, already done with the stuffs you had gone to do. Now, you want to patch up with your other half, but it was too late. Your other half had already moved on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get my point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea if I will go back to them after my studies. I have no idea if they will want to take us back in. But I doubt they will. So.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting kind of sentimental since this afternoon. Orz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never forget the experiences, good or bad, and all the colleagues over there. It was them that made me enjoy my work even more. Working with them every night was fun. And also... I will never forget the times I get piqued over guests' stupidity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the days Elsa and I went to work together, sometimes with a dreaded feeling to work. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewells are meant to be in life. This was used in last year. So now, it is time, to say goodbye, to my workplace, my work mates, and my monthly pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-7887459147046228674?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/7887459147046228674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=7887459147046228674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/7887459147046228674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/7887459147046228674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentimental-much.html' title='Sentimental much?'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-216919263270052618</id><published>2009-04-17T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:00:02.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weehee~</title><content type='html'>9 more minutes to a Saturday, which marks the end of the last day of orientation 2009 @ RP. Had tons of fun. I guess. No just kidding. Semi. Another superlative unique experiences. Having fun, slight ennui that nearly lulled me to sleep at some point of time, and also being suffocated which nearly let me become a monster. Orz&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I still can't believe SAS won. O.o! Even the principal didn't sounded very enthusiastic when he announced it. Or was it just me? Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Friday, ghost movies are shown. What the miaow? I shall stay ignorant and continue with my business. But you know, with the TV right at your face is a torture. -faints-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work ahhhh! So long since I attended work. Heeeeee. I still can't forget the time I went to Mcdonald's in the morning and replied back "Good evening!" to the staffs. Was somehow abashed. Orz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... poopies now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-216919263270052618?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/216919263270052618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=216919263270052618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/216919263270052618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/216919263270052618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/04/weehee.html' title='Weehee~'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-8198586181639618209</id><published>2009-04-16T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:05:37.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yattaaa?</title><content type='html'>2nd day of orientation @ RP was okay. Had an interesting experience. That is, napping out in the sun in the field with legs crossed. That lasted for about 20 minutes or so I guess. Yes surprising. At first, the tug-o-war seemed pretty interesting, but after that, you know what happens... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have short attention span. I assume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd day and the last day that we come together as a 'class' for the orientation. I hope we see each other again very soon. Everyone is good people. God please let us be in the same class for the 2nd semester.... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, napping in the sun comes with a price. My face and exposed thighs were sunburnt. Heeeee. Oh yea, I hope I can wake up on time for tomorrow. This morning, 3 alarms were ringing like hell and there I was, sleeping so ever soundly and happily dreaming away..... until my brother knocked hard on the door. Orz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My yet-to-meet-up classmates, I wonder how are they.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-8198586181639618209?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/8198586181639618209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=8198586181639618209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/8198586181639618209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/8198586181639618209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/04/yattaaa.html' title='Yattaaa?'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-3188155219408132460</id><published>2009-04-16T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:50:01.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whippeee!</title><content type='html'>I survived! First day of orientation @ RP was not bad. Had fun. I think. Haha. I sure did, no worries. Even if my callous expression did not showed any. Heeeeee. Thinking of school is driving me to the point of &lt;s&gt;death&lt;/s&gt; exhaustion that I don't even want to anymore. But seeing that it has started, it is kind of.... spooky.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you get what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yesh. School has started. To me, that is. School. A new school, new environment, new faces (plenty), and new - or more - troubles to face. I wish I was back in my Secondary school. And here I thought I had gotten over it. That feeling. Weird, uneasy feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, I haven't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What awaits? I think I'll just walk on and find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poopies~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-3188155219408132460?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/3188155219408132460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=3188155219408132460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/3188155219408132460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/3188155219408132460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/04/whippeee.html' title='Whippeee!'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-4472135957616236661</id><published>2009-04-14T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:52:43.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuu chuuuu chuu.</title><content type='html'>Now then I realized. The answer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The solution of fast healing of your illness (minor stuffs) is to sleep. Sleep as much as you can. I practically slept about half of my day away today. When I woke up, I wasn't feeling very sucky as before. I just slept, even though I wanted to do the things I want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, I felt groggy. Perhaps it's due to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt; breakfast that made me feel sleepy. My system was always going to shut down. So now... I am feeling better than few days ago. I was sneezing like hell, man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's the start of orientation. Ah.. Just when I had found something to do at home..... Hope everything turns out well. Fate. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still seeking it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-4472135957616236661?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/4472135957616236661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=4472135957616236661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/4472135957616236661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/4472135957616236661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/04/chuu-chuuuu-chuu.html' title='Chuu chuuuu chuu.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-5998859463725764800</id><published>2009-04-11T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:01:13.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaaa~</title><content type='html'>The first episode for 07 Ghost is already subbed. Yeay~ Thanks for subbing, Dattebayo! Teito's seiyuu is brilliant. If you don't get what I mean... Click &lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/people.php?id=411"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. No wonder her voice was very familiar. Heh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to see more of the anime. Shall resume reading the manga from where I stopped when I come back from work. 07 Ghost is niceeeeeee! :3 Maa~ I guess I can just read them now since I'm left with 6 chapters to read and it will be up in my pending list (new chapter to come out).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work... Ah.. I gotta suck it up, man. Look forward to tomorrow~! One more day and it's going to be yahoooooo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall perservere till the end of tonight. Like... what can happen, ne? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-5998859463725764800?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/5998859463725764800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=5998859463725764800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/5998859463725764800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/5998859463725764800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/04/baaaa.html' title='Baaaa~'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-5092746185276044042</id><published>2009-04-11T02:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:47:04.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very weird? I am weird and random.</title><content type='html'>Oh my God. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I have no idea how, but I somehow dreamt of being back to my Primary school with Jiru. The canteen appeared to be what it was like in my memory, I guess. We were eating the noodles from the stall that I usually bought from during recess. Somehow or rather I got slightly neglected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By who or what, I have no remembrance at all. Until now, I am still wondering... Why did I see Ms Chong PY in the canteen? Why did I suddenly burst into tears when I heard her voice and ran forward to hug her. Hmm... I have no idea actually. My main objective at that point of time was to check out the bookstore and the stall beside it---the 2 stalls that I loved more than other stalls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I have no idea why. Urgh. Dreams are indeed complicated. I mean, the mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. I hope I don't get weird dreams tonight. I just want plenty of rest for the next day. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-5092746185276044042?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/5092746185276044042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=5092746185276044042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/5092746185276044042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/5092746185276044042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-weird-i-am-weird-and-random.html' title='Very weird? I am weird and random.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-5399803271537308566</id><published>2009-04-11T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:32:34.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz stuff thing...</title><content type='html'>I must be weird and bored to take this quiz at 02:31 AM. Orz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz/3445"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/findlove_quiz/least.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:250px;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/" style="color:#000;" target="_blank"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/" target="_blank" style="color:#000;padding-left:50px;"&gt;Girls Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-5399803271537308566?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/5399803271537308566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=5399803271537308566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/5399803271537308566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/5399803271537308566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiz-stuff-thing.html' title='Quiz stuff thing...'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-1201274158071532902</id><published>2009-04-09T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:36:22.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeessshhhh!</title><content type='html'>Damn it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need my card now. I need it. Nuuuuuu... By the way, it's with my mama. I splurged my 3 months pay until it's left with less than $30. Argh. Can't blame me, can you? I mean, why wouldn't you buy something that you like? Especially things that you have always wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. In order to balance out my spending and savings, I am desperately seeking for days to work. Not that I am complaining but, 11 days are just.... Un..... You know... The pay that I get is still not enough for my spending. Heeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been good. So far. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how it would be like for later. Eve of a public holiday. Let's just pray that not many people will turn up yeah? I don't want to experience such chaotic moment, again. Right... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change. No matter how it is, they do change. Watch out. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-1201274158071532902?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/1201274158071532902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=1201274158071532902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/1201274158071532902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/1201274158071532902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/04/eeessshhhh.html' title='Eeessshhhh!'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-1634248851167604581</id><published>2009-04-01T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:52:14.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipppe?</title><content type='html'>07 Ghost is going to be animated. Lalalala. It premieres in April. Yeay. Oh wait. Today is the start of April. And it's April Fool's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think He played a joke on me. :( I couldn't sleep at all last night. Am I going to die? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan 13th movie is going to come out soon on the 18th of April. April. Gawd. Orz Titled: 名探偵コナン 漆黒の追跡者 Meitantei Conan Shikkoku no Chaser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto Shippuuden 3rd movie is going to come out in the midst of the year 2009, in the July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-1634248851167604581?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/1634248851167604581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=1634248851167604581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/1634248851167604581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/1634248851167604581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/04/yipppe.html' title='Yipppe?'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-3682996391844961320</id><published>2009-03-31T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:06:18.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleep bleep.</title><content type='html'>Now then I know, forcing someone to do what you like is not a good idea. It's a fucking bad idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-3682996391844961320?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/3682996391844961320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=3682996391844961320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/3682996391844961320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/3682996391844961320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/03/bleep-bleep.html' title='Bleep bleep.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-2457776006412614972</id><published>2009-03-30T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:01:27.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shikessss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s467.photobucket.com/albums/rr37/pickabuu/?action=view&amp;current=7298l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i467.photobucket.com/albums/rr37/pickabuu/th_7298l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this manga. Characters are so cutely drawn. Ahh... I really wish this will be made into anime series. But I guess, it will be those with only 12, 13, or even 26 episodes series. But still, want to view it in animation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe..... it is in the process of making? Gah I have no idea what I am talking about. Ma~ Time to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-2457776006412614972?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/2457776006412614972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=2457776006412614972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/2457776006412614972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/2457776006412614972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/03/shikessss.html' title='Shikessss!'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-7880993634126011638</id><published>2009-03-28T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:29:17.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woow~ wow~~</title><content type='html'>Hi to practically no one out there. If you're reading this then, take the 'hi' then. Hmm... I am back here again merely for putting these down somewhere---like what they say, sharing of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert. One of the finalists in American Idol 2009. Seriously, he's one of the best among the contestants. I mean, the others are awesome and pretty unique themselves. But Adam just as well has his own unique style and aura that captivated the many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he is, Adam, with a superlative strong and splendid voice that probably catches anyone's attention who first heard his voice, and thereafter, got sucked in to the Adam World. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely hope that he would win, though fate pretty much has its own way of surprises, so nobody knows the outcome before the final verdict is out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like how the sky is threatening to bombard the Earth with long hours of pelting. Okay, enough of this. Time to prepare for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-7880993634126011638?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/7880993634126011638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=7880993634126011638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/7880993634126011638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/7880993634126011638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/03/woow-wow.html' title='Woow~ wow~~'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-7395732871074875019</id><published>2009-03-27T23:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:22:39.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baku baku waku waku!</title><content type='html'>Gahhh~! I can't seem to satisfy my cravings. One by one, or in multiples or dozens, they came happily popping out and bombarded my mind with "Own me!" or "Download me!" and possibly "Hurry up and get me you baffoon!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I got to know that there is sort of a sequel, one after another to this game: Hiiro no Kakera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trailer for Hisui no Shizuku:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"  codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="gtembed" width="380" height="292"&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=24914"/&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.gametrailers.com/remote_wrap.php?mid=24914" swLiveConnect="true" name="gtembed" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" allowFullScreen="true" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome graphics, aren't they? :3 Superlative nice. Un....... Okay.... I'm done now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-7395732871074875019?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/7395732871074875019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=7395732871074875019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/7395732871074875019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/7395732871074875019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/03/baku-baku-waku-waku.html' title='Baku baku waku waku!'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-7858752081790580825</id><published>2009-03-24T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:25:06.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revive! (Not the isotonic drink)</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was/is everyone? Hehh.... I doubt anyone comes here but, it's okay. Anyway, same old stuff coming up everyday. Uh, I guess not? These days were wonderful. Those vexing times too. Ah~ No matter how much I'm enjoying now, I still can't help but reminisce those school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School.... About a month more till school starts. Can't wait for school to start. Wonder how I would cope with both school and work. Maybe I will join some IG. More than one? Is that even possible? Still... I may put volleyball into consideration as well. Can't possibly desert my once devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New people, new environment, with a new lot of faces. Wonder what's installed for us. Only He will know. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-7858752081790580825?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/7858752081790580825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=7858752081790580825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/7858752081790580825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/7858752081790580825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/03/revive-not-isotonic-drink.html' title='Revive! (Not the isotonic drink)'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-5331983153911939323</id><published>2009-03-08T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:44:34.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction.</title><content type='html'>Okay..........................&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am NOT going to buy the Fujitsu S6520. Instead, I am going to buy Aspire 4937G-874G32Mn. Yes. What the heck. The name is longer, but the price is much cheaper. Somehow. And you can't find this brand in the market? I have no idea. But so long the lappy is with a 4GB ram, I am satisfied. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The damn thing is: I can't downgrade to Windows XP. OTL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just have to suck it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been replaying this video/song for like more than 5 times straight. O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr0Wv5DJhuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hr0Wv5DJhuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Just want to clarify this. I don't really feel hatred towards her. Maybe because I don't know what's going on with her and all, but I believe that, people who said they don't like her/hate her don't know her very well too. Like whut? I have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this song is incredible. The way she expressed it. Her emotions. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ending this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-5331983153911939323?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/5331983153911939323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=5331983153911939323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/5331983153911939323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/5331983153911939323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/03/addiction.html' title='Addiction.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-8217036820590183639</id><published>2009-03-02T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:09:45.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it low, drown it.</title><content type='html'>Okay, about 14 days since I last updated. Apparently this blog is getting the cold shudder from me............(goes on and on an on....) Well, basically I'm up with the same ol' stuffs again: work, doing random things, loitering around at nearby shopping centre, and sleeping late.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 2 things that kept me hyper for the past few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, is my holy godly I-hail-you dear pay day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more days! I can't wait till then. But then again, I've already &lt;s&gt;been broke&lt;/s&gt; and waited for &lt;i&gt;sooooo&lt;/i&gt; long - trust me, having 30 days of waiting with limited money to spend is worse than hellish torture - I guess I can wait for a teeny weeny amount of time more. I simply love you, my pay day. Come to mamma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, and the last, is that.... the dates for enrolment are just round the corner! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean.... there're about 8 days more so.... it's still considered near, no? Thinking of the crowd of humans that will be squeezing and plausibly causing me to fume all the way if they do offend me, somehow, makes me cringe. Inwardly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God how I dislike being in a crowd. You know... humans push and squeeze pass you, thinking that they're so slim, but in fact, some are totally &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; slim. At all. And it hurts. Period. Let's set that aside for now before I let out string out profanities here, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was saying, the fact that the closer the dates of enrolment literally means that the sooner school will start! Yahoo! Long awaited school. My brand new school. A whole new environment, with a whole new bunch of faces and attitudes to face and people to handle. Can't be all that bad, can it? I've already braved through the past school days, so..... whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School and yada yada whatnot, I still must say, I am most perked up about getting a brand new notebook. A Fujitsu brand of course. Ta-da~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to get this &lt;a href="http://www.fujitsu.com/sg/services/computing/pc/notebooks/sseries/s6520/"&gt;notebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro was going on about Fujitsu being a so-so brand and blah... But to hell with it. I have already been brainwashed into believing Fujitsu notebooks are one of the good brands in the whole notebook selling industry. Believe it or not, Japan's technology is much more advanced, and I believe their technology. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeehaw~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How shall I spend my next day.... Hmm.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-8217036820590183639?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/8217036820590183639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=8217036820590183639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/8217036820590183639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/8217036820590183639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/03/keep-it-low-drown-it.html' title='Keep it low, drown it.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-5551119256651184996</id><published>2009-02-17T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:59:18.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those are real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BREAKOUT WAS SUPERLATIVE NICE!&lt;/strong&gt; Their moves are so gorgeous, on an extreme level of being professional break dancers. Their B-box was damn nice as well. Certainly makes people to want to learn how to B-box. Not to mention their sense of humour. It all came out naturally. XD Had a fun time laughing for the whole of 1.5 hours. BREAKOUT is certainly the BEST play I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more stuffs concerning BREAKOUT, head over to my LJ. Too bad, it's FO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want a PS3 after seeing the game &lt;strong&gt;Mortal Kombat VS DC Universe&lt;/strong&gt;. The graphics and sound effects are super good. Graphics seemed more realistic, as though you are watching a real life combat. But..... the moves will certainly make any human being die instead of standing up again for another 2 to 3 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fulfilling this 'dream' I guess I am going to save money. Or maybe, I will wait for a few years for the pricing to drop. On last resort, I'll spend all my 2 months pay on it and declaring totally flat broke for a whole of 2 to 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchasing a DS already had me broke for a month. But............ I am going to be even more broke, seeing that Kine's works are available for ordering; and I certainly am going to spend about $60 on her works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Kine's works. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for the felt bag that was available in the last order. Sadly, it was not on sale. Instead, the prints on the felt bag were cute kittens originally drawn by Kine herself. Okay, so that was a relief. Miaow~ :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala.... I can't wait for school to start &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Kine's works to arrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-5551119256651184996?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/5551119256651184996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=5551119256651184996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/5551119256651184996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/5551119256651184996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/02/those-are-real.html' title='Those are real.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-8913252688104393206</id><published>2009-02-15T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:39:40.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been 11 days since I last updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In few hours time, I'll be sitting in Esplanade watching the long anticipated performance---BREAK OUT! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遂にでったよね！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嬉しいな～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;でも、今は如何してもスゲーーーーーつまらないです。Orz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一寸緊張したかもしれないでど、いま、本当につまらないです。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（泣き）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be figuring out how to kill time for the next 1 and 1/2 hours. Fret not, I'll be reviewing what happened tonight when I get home. Either here or @ my beloved LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely night peepo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-8913252688104393206?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/8913252688104393206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=8913252688104393206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/8913252688104393206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/8913252688104393206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-has-been-11-days-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-2152340637855713738</id><published>2009-02-04T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:41:38.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever too late?</title><content type='html'>School has started. Not for me, but to those people attending JC. Somehow I felt slightly jealous? Maybe it's because they can go to school and not stay at home to rot like nobody's business. That's what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning ain't that bad. I was too thick-headed to even not realize that, I am actually kind of fond of absorbing facts, especially things to do with English. Okay, so I admit. I hate homework. But that can't be compared to how I hate Math. -o-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also come to realize that, whenever there's no work, I will be superlative bored. Much more bored than those days having work. Longer period of time to spent at home. Either that, I will be cracking my mind on places to go, what to do outside, as well as...... who to go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am sort of bored of using computer. Not that I have any grudge for using it near to 24/7 if I am a super robot that does not live a life of a human being, I really have nothing to do. Sometimes I ponder.... What the hell did I do with my computer in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fret not. It's a Wednesday now. I'll be working. Yeay~ Recently, I was taught a few things. I will take pride. In my work that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.......... I'll be sleeping at 01:00. Will be hopping over to Mac later in the morning, then have some stress relieving (it's actually killing boredom) at the game centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling off~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-2152340637855713738?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/2152340637855713738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=2152340637855713738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/2152340637855713738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/2152340637855713738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/02/ever-too-late.html' title='Ever too late?'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-8999199458813518948</id><published>2009-02-02T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:14:14.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the line.</title><content type='html'>Greetings. It's a Monday today and I haven't found anything to do, yet. Went out for brunch with Jiru at BPP. Saw the performances that include lion dance as well as 24 festive drums. Back then we were still in Popular browsing over books. The moment I heard the 'tak! tak!' sounds, I literally rushed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the performances were entertaining and cool. No wonder there wasn't any shops having offers down at the space at level 2. I hope the next offer will be from TS. X3 I really, really am going to go gaga over the reduced prices discs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of discs, I am going to go on a hunting-slash-buying spree once my pay has been transacted. I am going to buy quite a lot of drama series--mainly Jdrama series. Depending on what they have in stall, I will consider buying. First up on the list will be Scrap Teacher. I saw it just now. Next few.... will have to wait till I carry out my hunting-slash-buying spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been like, few weeks since I practiced. Hope I don't deprove during these days. Argh. But anyway, right now, I am going to concentrate on healing my throat. Thanks to CNY, I am having a slight sore throat, along with some damnable phlegms produced when I woke up from my slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all I want is for my pay to get transacted soon---like now! But of course, I will &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to save up some for future. Not to the far far future, but for next time's spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-8999199458813518948?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/8999199458813518948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=8999199458813518948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/8999199458813518948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/8999199458813518948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-line.html' title='On the line.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-4971017451617183439</id><published>2009-01-29T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:58:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A horde makes things worse.</title><content type='html'>I had been idling away. It's time to get serious. To those who weren't serious even from the start, I am going to move on and hunt. Yet, now is not the time for the latter. What I need now is to get a head start---getting a piece done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quintet will be nice. That's also what I most wanted. Inspirations. I can't seem to pen down my thoughts well. The feelings are similar to the wind; they come and go, disappearing, and its reappearance is unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not very artistry, even though I am supposed to be one. -_-;  But I will need a lot of time and influential stuffs. Actually, I am not thinking much anymore. I shall leave it to fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 2 notebooks just now. I am considering taking one along with me everywhere, in case of inspirations that happened to be there when I am out. I think I prefer Collins dictionary to Oxford dictionary. Don't need to ask why, cause I won't explain here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to end this now. Once in awhile I will update here. Seems to me I am the only being that frequents here. Haha. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-4971017451617183439?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/4971017451617183439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=4971017451617183439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/4971017451617183439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/4971017451617183439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/01/horde-makes-things-worse.html' title='A horde makes things worse.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-7851107796656533751</id><published>2009-01-18T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:17:33.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me kill it.</title><content type='html'>I am feeling bloated to the extreme. Pepper Lunch Express is not so affordable to &lt;s&gt;beggars&lt;/s&gt; paupers like me, but still, it will make you feel more than satiated after eating just one plate. Not to mention, I ate everything. -_-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is great, since I do not have to hunt for food for next few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is not working so well now. Damnation. I have to go bath soon. I really feel so sleepy to the extreme. Ohh.... The sky is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-7851107796656533751?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/7851107796656533751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=7851107796656533751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/7851107796656533751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/7851107796656533751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-now-feeling-bloated-to-extreme.html' title='let me kill it.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-7294767479256734153</id><published>2009-01-17T01:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:11:35.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it wasn't like this...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Clare was asking about my (temporary) blog hosted by blogger. I know. I ditched this in the middle of nowhere, simply because I was too lazy to type anything here. Anyway, now I've somewhat found a little inspirations to uhh.... post some stuffs here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly brag about some minor stuffs or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO WATCH &lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/portal/dt?dt.isPortletRequest=true&amp;amp;dt.action=process&amp;amp;dt.provider=PortletWindowProcessChannel&amp;amp;dt.windowProvider.targetPortletChannel=JSPTabContainer/sEventsCalendar/Event&amp;amp;dt.containerName=JSPTabContainer/sEventsCalendar&amp;amp;dt.windowProvider.currentChannelMode=VIEW&amp;amp;dt.window.portletAction=RENDER&amp;amp;contentCode=breakout0209"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAKOUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WITH JIRU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;dying&lt;/span&gt; to go see it since my eyes caught sight of the advertisement. Oh my gosh. Now I'm once again, in debt to Jill. orz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! It's 02:02 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I was kind of wanting to own a hamster just hours ago. After I saw the many different cages, I was practically mentally going nuts over how cute they were. My hopes of getting a hamster went down to zilch when my mama was like saying----well more like exclaiming over the phone "NO! IT'S SMELLY!" no matter how hard I told her it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended with "Okay lo. You buy la! Buy it home... and I'll strangle it, cook it in soup and let you eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how much my mama hates having pets at home. Excluding fishes though. But right now, it seemed that she ain't that fond of keeping fishes at all, seeing that she threw away the lights and the pumper stuffs away. Not to mention......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish tank is now somewhat a 'house of showcase' for whatever stuffs she bought in the past or things that are supposed to be out for visitors to view. She even sealed it, in fear of having dusts flying in and accumulate. The whole idea of sealing it was to save herself a chore of cleaning those things one by one, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed the layout for this. Yeay. You might have realized why didn't I use the previous tagboard? Simply because...... I lost the password to it. OTL So I had no other choice but to get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I got to go off. It's been nice talking to nobody but mentally talking to myself whilst typing away. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-7294767479256734153?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/7294767479256734153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=7294767479256734153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/7294767479256734153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/7294767479256734153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-it-wasnt-like-this.html' title='So it wasn&apos;t like this...'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-3887155064251186548</id><published>2008-12-07T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:18:12.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail you, I love it.</title><content type='html'>Lalalala... I'm feeling so relaxed and at the same time, superlative hyper. Nope, I didn't consume much sugar today. I'm loving today. The kind of weather, the kind of feeling it gives me, and the kind of feeling I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy now, as you can see. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because of the weather. Maybe it's because of the dark clouds lurking around, those accumulated water vapours still don't wanna part from each other, even though I believe most of them had already came down to Earth few hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it's because of Maya's voice and the songs. Maya is one of the few who has this totally uniqueness. Well, for Maya, it's totall Maya-ness. At the same time, kind of brings back the liveliness as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.... it's because... I'm finally relaxing. After working for 5 nights straight, I got my well deserved rest---a sleep till 16:00 in the afternoon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is tiring but it can be fun as well. Meeting new people, getting along and such. It's all so thrilling. Just like what the article featured at Yahoo's main site, smiles are contagious. That's what kept me from complaining and knees buckling from all the weariness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, and you'll receive their smiles back. That's so cliche, but heck, it's fun! During the first non-paid night, I got back totally worn out from all the stretching of my cheek muscles. But now I'm used to it already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you don't see me looking like a sullen &lt;s&gt;Xanxus after getting spanked by Squalo&lt;/s&gt; emo kid after my work, on the way home. I'll be all awake. Sure, my back will be screaming 'YES! A SEAT FINALLY!' but, my muscles ain't weary, not that much. Not to the extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a special day? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sleeping tonight. Perhaps that's one of the many 'Why?' of it being a special day. I can totally go on and on now, but I know, I gotta stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-3887155064251186548?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/3887155064251186548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=3887155064251186548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/3887155064251186548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/3887155064251186548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2008/12/hail-you-i-love-it.html' title='Hail you, I love it.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-1863052427467334702</id><published>2008-11-29T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:07:11.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole lot different.</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back to Libra craze now. And I definitely love my sign. Even if what the negative traits are so real like hell, I still love it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.howstuffworks.com/october-22-birthday-astrology.htm"&gt;Click me&lt;/a&gt; for I love this site, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I like the sound of it, cause, it's what I am. And best, it sort of answered my questions, filling me up of what I hadn't realised on what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true, for the Career and Finance part. Indeed, I want to stand on stage, along with &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;. Yea, I just &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; money, but not more than how I like to perform. Heh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I like privacy, very much. :D Though I doubt I'm ever having some most of the time. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://horoscopes.aol.com/astrology/zodiac-central/libra"&gt;Here as well&lt;/a&gt; cause I can't stop browsing sites after sites. -gets shot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; informative texts? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-1863052427467334702?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/1863052427467334702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=1863052427467334702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/1863052427467334702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/1863052427467334702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2008/11/whole-lot-different.html' title='A whole lot different.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-8836221436659063795</id><published>2008-11-29T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:18:32.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time.</title><content type='html'>Recently, the habit of reading has kicked in. Reading makes me feel weird, in a good sense. It takes my mind in to a whole different world. Especially those that are informative. Reading makes me feel calm, not inclusive of those that will make me feel anxious or boiling, which happened to be..... fictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting to know more about stuffs like palm reading and how your dreams hold messages that sometimes you cannot overlook, I'm somewhat curious, about things happening in this world. No, not how the economy has risen or dropped in whichever countries, or how more forests are getting burnt down for infrastructure and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in my mind, I'm curious about one thing, that would not leave my mind---my past life.&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder what your past life is like? I doubt many will take a break and muse over this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what's my life like in the past. Yes, I do believe in reincarnation. It's what keep this world going, ain't it? Just like when dead leaves get decomposed, they are still as useful as ever, to the ground, and they'll soon be found in places and also, back to the same old plant that they were once at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making sense here? =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like how much I'm so obsessed with the 'what is in a Libra' thing. Well, along that line. Basically, in depth of a Libra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I ought to do now is to save more money and get those books that I've been eyeing for. I will know more about it. I will know what's my past life like. Even if my life was miserable back then, I'll still catch a glimpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading definitely changed me---my way of thinking and my whole way of dealing with stuffs. Now, I'm not the repulsive type anymore. I'm slowly to think, and getting to be more understanding. I'm somehow able to keep my cool, not get ticked off at whatever things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's hope that I'll keep them up. I don't want to experience horrible..... whatever horrible things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informative stuffs do set me thinking. 'How's your past 16 years been? It's time to stop wasting your life dude.' Well indeed, I've been learning and fooling around for the past years I've walked the Earth. Right now, all's about to change. Heading for a new start, not shoving back the past with disregard, but storing them back in somewhere, hoping they'll be there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they taught me, and made me remember, what it was like to be that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-8836221436659063795?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/8836221436659063795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=8836221436659063795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/8836221436659063795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/8836221436659063795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-6825220480760850617</id><published>2008-11-23T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:55:19.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose to be that way.</title><content type='html'>Hmm.... Seems like, some are forgiving enough, some are always bitching about what not, and some.... Let's just say, they don't fit into any descriptive phrases at all. Afterall, there's always a thing call 'balance' in this world. Right where we live in, everything is balanced by another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how the load at one side of the lever balances the load at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not much to discuss, since it's not about bitching. (Heh, that's one of the things I'm best at.) Oh, ya! Something just triggered me, somehow. I'm ready. Ever ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Singapore's service standard is drop dead lousy to the core and further in to the core of the core. Hah. Got muddled? Fear not, you don't have to reread the whole sentence for God knows how many times to get deciphered, cause you don't have to understand that. Just know that: &lt;b&gt;It sucks!&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;, but &lt;u&gt;some&lt;/u&gt; really darn sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, waiting 20+ minutes for a freaking bus, out in the blazing hot sun, that I could not even keep my eyes wide open.... Moreover, the sweating from all the heat is killing you.... Yes. These were what I experienced yesterday. -frowns-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with their services. I'm gonna get out of here, if possible. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye to sucking services. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-6825220480760850617?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/6825220480760850617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=6825220480760850617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/6825220480760850617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/6825220480760850617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2008/11/choose-to-be-that-way.html' title='Choose to be that way.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-6533864535191737201</id><published>2008-11-20T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:28:16.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big talks are your only style.</title><content type='html'>Heh. So what does it feel like waking up close to noon, feeling all zombie-like? The answer is so obvious: Zombie-like. First night of work was okay. Nothing much to elaborate on this temporary blog. Best part is, interact with people. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bitching for straight 2 nights, we decided to carry out our plan. It shall commence soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some&lt;/i&gt; people don't even know what they're doing. Heh. I think I forgot what I want to say here. But the point is, &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people got to open up their eyes - or seriously, bawling them would be a better choice - and look around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who hates me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people don't even know that they're so &lt;i&gt;likable&lt;/i&gt; to the extent of everyone repelling from them. Best part is: They don't even know it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think that they have many people supporting them, and they can go on and bitch about everything that comes into their mind - if you say I'm bitching now, then you haven't really &lt;b&gt;SEE&lt;/b&gt; my real bitchings - be it their daily or random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to feel against this type of people. Because their maturity is what left us hanging, "Are they even matured at all?" I know you know the answer to that: Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes - gag them out through your asshole if you want - and look around. There aren't people caring about what's going on. Other than those freaks who think they're genius, probing into some stuffs, and start babbling on what's right and what not, plausibly shoot in some of their &lt;i&gt;profound&lt;/i&gt; or even &lt;i&gt;uncanny&lt;/i&gt; vulgarities, and after which, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Wow~ How genius can they be man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... wait. They aren't even matured yet to be called a genius. If they are, then they're serious labelled as - like what humans &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to do - freaks. Not saying that children who are inborn with high IQ are freaks. No. They are coolios, but for &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; case, it's a whole lot of different situation. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so supercilious. If you think you are some God/Goddess to be worshipped, then I can only say one thing: "Please die earlier." Because we &lt;i&gt;don't need&lt;/i&gt; people like you in this society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I can kill time by posting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the shit up. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-6533864535191737201?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/6533864535191737201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=6533864535191737201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/6533864535191737201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/6533864535191737201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-talks-are-your-only-style.html' title='Big talks are your only style.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-2719866191099050343</id><published>2008-11-19T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:31:57.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A teeny part of mine.</title><content type='html'>Whooaaa.... internet tussle seems to be quite popular nowadays. Oh wait. I experienced that before. End up? I get loads of shit, but I still cherish what I have now. (If you don't get it, then give yourself a pat on the butt, cause you're real eccentric to even think about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I have no clue, to laugh, or not. What had been shot out were mere amusements to me and, of course, many people out there. Followers are ought to be shot---cause they simply have no brains to even muse on who they're following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes on with the followers' mind is this: "Oh! You slap my &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; friend, I shall slap you tenfold." Well, sad to say, they really have no brains---cause eventually, they'll regret. And I MEAN it. I learnt that, the &lt;i&gt;hard way&lt;/i&gt;. Let's just say, human will do some things that they'll grieve upon afterwards. But I ain't grieving, just wondering how &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;excellent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I was in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, how did we even hit off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause back then, influential stuffs aren't there, and everyone is just...... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; of you readers might be drop dead furious now. But hey, if that's what you feel, then I call you a real eccentric geek. Fancy getting flared up by my teeny speech. Wow~ I'm so honored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I won't mind. Go ahead and get mad at me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Singapore is not warm enough, that your heads are always burning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap? Dirty? Wow, what limited vocabulary some have. Are we back in the stone age era? Where every stuffs are settled using what they know of---fist? Well, in present, not anymore. Cause internet tussles are more trendy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail internet tussles! They~~~ rock! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling people 'cheap' and 'dirty' ain't what I call civilised. It only degrades your whole being. Oh wait, what's more to be degraded? Wow~ Degradable trash? Up to your oh-so-holy minds to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by having sex - let's leave underage sex topic aside - means that you're 'cheap' and 'dirty', then..... Aren't there lots of them wandering around? That, includes your own mother, and father. Ahahaha! Contradicting? Yes? I dare you all to go right to your parents' face, and say such stuffs. But first, check your teeny dictionary for substitutional words---cause using 'cheap' and 'dirty' is so cli-ché .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow~ If that's so, there're really darn lot of  'cheap' and 'dirty' &lt;s&gt;freaks&lt;/s&gt; out there! Come on, let's shoot in more and chant 'cheap and dirty' like there's no tomorrow! Because this world is already full of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if the person had sex? Sex is what everyone has to go through, lest, you're willing to admit, you're not gonna get married and have sex? Or, are you too chicken to admit you want sex in the near future? Maybe you just can't even find a sex partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe..... you're just too close-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these loads of shits are so farcical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the extent of me typing all these here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping quiet, considering that we're even on good terms for the past. But that doesn't mean I'll keep everything in. I'm giving faces. Seems to me that they don't want their faces, so, hey, any people who ain't involved, tell me, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not forget what happened. What you people made me did. Really. Maybe I'll randomly bear some grudges and POOF! it will be gone sooner or later---and come back as and when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I just love my mind, grudges come and go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to you people, in life, and being a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you really need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because there're more wonderful people out there, even better than what your are dealing with currently. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you're able to spot sarcasms, I shall.... well... good for you. You aren't as stupefied as you look/sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-2719866191099050343?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/2719866191099050343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=2719866191099050343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/2719866191099050343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/2719866191099050343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2008/11/teeny-part-of-mine.html' title='A teeny part of mine.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</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-448934799438064905.post-8587646490886730545</id><published>2008-11-18T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:26:31.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings, and some talks.</title><content type='html'>Hah. I shifted again, though it's a temporary blog. I'm really not gonna update this very frequently. Afterwards, I'll be 'closing' this - setting to private - and possibly/plausibly hopping over to another temporary blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't predict much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom night was blah. Come to think of it, it really was blah. Besides the most anticipated salsa dance - it was right at the end - there wasn't anything that's nice at all. Well, excluding the part where Pooh got selected as the most well-dressed female. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand, why. Why humans always like to take a stand, even when they have got nothing to do with it. They think that whoever's showing their bad side, that party is wrong. They didn't even fucking process it with their goddamn &lt;s&gt;puny-sized&lt;/s&gt; brains, "What actually happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so close to start with, or even strangers, will go over and shoot a piece on what's on their fucking mind, and feel they've done an extremely good deed, that the God will give them longetivity or something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on man~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell are your to even judge people by what they do? Then I, too, can judge these people as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such mind blowing shitless hosers ought to dig their own graves before God eventually gave them one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/448934799438064905-8587646490886730545?l=tntinparables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/feeds/8587646490886730545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=448934799438064905&amp;postID=8587646490886730545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/8587646490886730545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/448934799438064905/posts/default/8587646490886730545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tntinparables.blogspot.com/2008/11/greetings-and-some-talks.html' title='Greetings, and some talks.'/><author><name>Takachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036216242501579772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
