<?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-8377651</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:41:09.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bird's mournful call</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>waitor</name><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>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377651.post-111770794357308976</id><published>2005-06-02T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T18:25:43.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really sad. Kooche just told me sth not funny.Anw, i appreciate Kooche for tellin me that. Wondered who else she told. Kooche, you are my good fren in school, and probably one whom i can count on. This is not the first time i'm saying this, but i'm screwed.I need friends whom i trust. I need listeners ard me.&lt;br /&gt;It might not be a big deal, it may just be a big fat joke. But i feel intentions. with that, i'm not directing to anything.I just feel you should tell her. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-111770794357308976?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/111770794357308976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=111770794357308976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/111770794357308976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/111770794357308976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-really-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-111750979063158426</id><published>2005-05-31T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:23:10.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Preparation- collect info, comp analysis, talking to ppl, observation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incubation- ceasing analysis, putting prob outta conscious mind for a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illumination- Sudden inspiration of idea or intuitive revelation abt a potential solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verification- Studyin the idea, evaluating it and developin it for practical usefulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fragmentation of media&lt;br /&gt;- better audience assessment through database technology&lt;br /&gt;-consumer empowerment&lt;br /&gt;-increased advertising clutter&lt;br /&gt;-shifting channel power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-desire of greater accountability&lt;br /&gt;-helps marketer to plan, evaluate and monitor promo activities&lt;br /&gt;-identifies goals in concrete, measurable terms&lt;br /&gt;-provide benchmarks for success or failure&lt;br /&gt;-by end of campaign, conduct surveys to gage results&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-111750979063158426?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/111750979063158426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=111750979063158426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/111750979063158426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/111750979063158426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2005/05/preparation-collect-info-comp-analysis.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-111137973883544427</id><published>2005-03-21T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:35:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since diaryland is constantly having its breakdowns.. no point giving its users a fuckin big draft of wordings. like who cares.&lt;br /&gt;alright..i have lost my sense of timing and have no slightest idea what time it is right now, what date or day is it today. little wonder huh.&lt;br /&gt;last few days were great. better than great.. with the help of the it savvy bin (,pause) who got hold of the oc season 2 wmvs..i couldnt wish for more! now, i have my own collection of the oc season 2..very much up to date..i can't wait to rewatch.&lt;br /&gt;okay. besides watching the oc from my computer, i have been locking myself in my room, eating pizzas, or whatever my hands could reach for, drinking beer, occasionally going dwstairs to buy Ramly burgers. very sinful indeed.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i cannot care less. and khairiyah has a pretty cool blog. nice job there!&lt;br /&gt;today's gonna be a boring day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-111137973883544427?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/111137973883544427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=111137973883544427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/111137973883544427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/111137973883544427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2005/03/since-diaryland-is-constantly-having.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110905739355105122</id><published>2005-02-22T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T15:29:53.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that feeling crazy&lt;br /&gt;my head spinning, i couldnt feel my body.my face was disgrunted like a banana was shoved up my arse&lt;br /&gt;i thought that i was going to die and this wld be way it'll end&lt;br /&gt;first my jaw decided to cramp and it began to infuse saliva..and my heart skipped.i started to breathe deeply. i found myself defying death. how wierd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110905739355105122?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110905739355105122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110905739355105122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110905739355105122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110905739355105122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2005/02/that-feeling-crazy-my-head-spinning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110848262858992941</id><published>2005-02-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:50:28.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>most of the time i sound as if i'm drunk while blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have proper structuring, no consistency in sentences, sometimes i feel that my fingers gave up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe the whole chunk of school assignments that have been plonked at us this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and this fabulous line that goes, "i know you guys feel crushed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT IS WHY I GAVE UALL A (D-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;now even my entry topic is about school...i haven't been centralising about anything else. Not quite, and need i mention the ritualic journey to school? what the fuck is wrong? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110848262858992941?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110848262858992941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110848262858992941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110848262858992941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110848262858992941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2005/02/most-of-time-i-sound-as-if-im-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110693374286816315</id><published>2005-01-29T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:35:42.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back TO Gwen Stefani. Yess and Alicia Keys.&lt;br /&gt;My 2 modern icons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110693374286816315?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110693374286816315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110693374286816315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110693374286816315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110693374286816315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-back-to-gwen-stefani.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110693309445934129</id><published>2005-01-29T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:24:54.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no, really.&lt;br /&gt;watch me entwined in a spiderweb.&lt;br /&gt;you are like the falsefruit.&lt;br /&gt;,forbidden: but every man's object of desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110693309445934129?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110693309445934129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110693309445934129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110693309445934129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110693309445934129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-really.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110676048341892861</id><published>2005-01-27T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T01:28:03.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day went pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110676048341892861?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110676048341892861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110676048341892861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110676048341892861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110676048341892861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-went-pretty-well.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110666325537145776</id><published>2005-01-25T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:27:35.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to maxinee, my blog relives. inhale to us!&lt;br /&gt;this week has been crap, really.&lt;br /&gt;tons of events, scheduling and work to do.&lt;br /&gt;and of course not to mention the usual stuff. Hanging out with No Doubt, a movie or two with Ms Alicia Keys, Picnicking with Jude Law, Morning tea with Johnny Depp..thats about it. Not an easy task.&lt;br /&gt;other than those mention above, we had IVP soccer which just begun last wed.&lt;br /&gt;the first was great, we won NUS.......the last match was also a win against NP.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's friday we're talking about. So no pt in hogging about the past matches.&lt;br /&gt;BUT nonetheless im enthralled. but i'll be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110666325537145776?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110666325537145776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110666325537145776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110666325537145776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110666325537145776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2005/01/thanks-to-maxinee-my-blog-relives.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110027879784617725</id><published>2004-11-13T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:59:57.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not everyone is allowed to come. Please really i really don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;My beloved chums, and my beloved chums.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful friends, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110027879784617725?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110027879784617725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110027879784617725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110027879784617725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110027879784617725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/not-everyone-is-allowed-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110027992041903762</id><published>2004-11-13T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T01:18:40.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my new template :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110027992041903762?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110027992041903762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110027992041903762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110027992041903762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110027992041903762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-my-new-template-b_13.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110027979612183872</id><published>2004-11-13T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T01:16:36.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/%%page_name%%"&gt;This is my new template :B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110027979612183872?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110027979612183872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110027979612183872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110027979612183872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110027979612183872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-my-new-template-b.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110027493596407489</id><published>2004-11-12T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T23:55:35.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 10+. got craving for chocolate vanilla. got my fill. fan called.&lt;br /&gt;went back to sleep and woke up again at 2+. meeting her and another guy at hv&lt;br /&gt;lunch was on her hahaha&lt;br /&gt;we walked ard to get sth for rumya&lt;br /&gt;her place for deepavali dinner..her family, her brother's gf, her mom's good friend..farah and her sister..dian..fan and me&lt;br /&gt;her mom's snacks were good and so was the dinner..i had two rounds..&lt;br /&gt;as usual i feel that rumya doesnt like it that much when me and fan smoke. or the fact that we do.&lt;br /&gt;i feel that me and rumya has much to catch up on..yea soon huh&lt;br /&gt;after that we went dian off..and after watching survivor it was our time to go.so was everyone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.i had a great dinner and enjoyed the company of so many beautiful humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110027493596407489?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110027493596407489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110027493596407489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110027493596407489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110027493596407489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/woke-up-at-10.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110016182913192941</id><published>2004-11-11T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T16:30:29.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised my hairdresser looks like my cat grin girl. It's so "in" to call those "inside" now Manny, Pammy, Beeny, .. Beeny you know the hairdresser i brought you to last time rd? She changed her hairstyle again, this time she had her hair somehow perched/clipped/semi-tied.. haha anyhows &lt;s&gt;she looks like cat grin girl leh u know&lt;/s&gt;. hmmm yea, and they shifted.. so the dim lights are now replaced by the bright and white look. better business definitely, slightly bigger now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if either of you saw pigs flying outside your windows, that's because i prepared dinner today. i'm the housemaker of the day, went to cold storage to get the groceries in the afternoon and then came home to start cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef's Recommendations: -seafood spaghetti (tomato, basil and herbs)&lt;br /&gt;                                               -mashed potatoes&lt;br /&gt;                                               -brocolli&lt;br /&gt;The result. My mom nearly puked her insides out but my dad had only praise for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110016182913192941?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110016182913192941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110016182913192941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110016182913192941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110016182913192941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-realised-my-hairdresser-looks-like.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110009705035069982</id><published>2004-11-10T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:32:32.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with Kejun today...finally the cuzzzieees meet!&lt;br /&gt;Head down to town (it rhymes) and.. we did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i showed him some goody goody places to find stuffs and we just did alil bit of catching up along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. S.H.E was in town err, this evening.&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to have our dinner at Coffee Club. We had a relatively bird's eye view of the crowd while dine at the same time, so why not. We had pasta and tiramitsu. yummilicious :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house after that. He's my himbo. He's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiao &lt;/span&gt;he either buffed his nails or painted gloss. And he had to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; taban &lt;/span&gt;to meet me k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110009705035069982?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110009705035069982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110009705035069982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110009705035069982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110009705035069982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-went-out-with-kejun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110005954356723168</id><published>2004-11-10T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T12:05:43.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Death Cab For Cutie&lt;/span&gt; - A Lack Of Color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110005954356723168?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110005954356723168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110005954356723168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110005954356723168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110005954356723168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/death-cab-for-cutie-lack-of-color.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-110002271601931915</id><published>2004-11-10T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T01:51:56.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recieved a snail-card since they call it snail-mail, early this morning. yes it's from the fucker bestie, DEEPAVALI IS AROUND THE CORNER! it was a greetings card&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna make a card for her &amp; family too :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN-ed today meaning worked. usual grumblings from the boss haha too bad i've already mastered well the untaunted skill. im feeling so zen-likish. lol :B&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TO WORK WITH SHARMINE. she's so wise ;no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then guess who dropped by today .. Khairiyah and fren. oops i forgot her name yea. shall say she's wrist-slited girl.&lt;br /&gt;sat at the same sofa after work, had some drinks, fries and fags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not-so-&lt;/span&gt;holy life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-110002271601931915?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/110002271601931915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=110002271601931915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110002271601931915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/110002271601931915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/recieved-snail-card-since-they-call-it.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109992473072355052</id><published>2004-11-08T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:39:39.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the bestie who i wanna meet up w so badly. probably she is baking, making, kneadling, indian cookies now. i so wanna watch Bride &amp;amp; Prejudice with you, you dumb black and i can't wait to talk about Dian, and impact The Dian's Theory into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109992473072355052?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109992473072355052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109992473072355052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109992473072355052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109992473072355052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/fuck-bestie-who-i-wanna-meet-up-w-so.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109988706644430552</id><published>2004-11-08T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T12:11:44.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>breakfast with my Dad at west coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109988706644430552?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109988706644430552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109988706644430552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109988706644430552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109988706644430552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/breakfast-with-my-dad-at-west-coast.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109984067896232903</id><published>2004-11-07T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:17:58.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forget about the emo game. you guys can ask me about the webby which i'll gladly tell you al&lt;br /&gt;my brother has been a really sweet gentleman today, he made gin + orange for us and he approached me in the room with the vcd of The Pianista in hand !!! Like gawdd........gawd. The Pianist, happens to be my favourite film of all time and it has really been a while since i last caught it and I miss it alot!  And so, he came back with..Beautiful Boxer, My Girl, LE PAPILLON,  Forrest Gump, Big Fish and Underworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information I am swooning. Good nights Beddy and Blankie, I'm sleeping with the TeeBee tonight..&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought for me a korean movie vcd starring Bae Yong Jun or sth. Tee hee..he looks cute on the cover, pretty boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad .. looks so harmonious. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109984067896232903?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109984067896232903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109984067896232903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109984067896232903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109984067896232903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/forget-about-emo-game.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109981362755488070</id><published>2004-11-07T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T15:48:20.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rrrrright i am cheesy. so i've been told. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.am.EMO&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retro/Vintage Blazer&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Taylors Low blue or black&lt;br /&gt;Vans Authentic&lt;br /&gt;Big belt&lt;br /&gt;Tops and Pants&lt;br /&gt;Lip piercing.....Since 1987&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo at the nape of the neck&lt;br /&gt;Turquoise finds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats.all.I'm.bored.and Khairiyah just called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109981362755488070?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109981362755488070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109981362755488070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109981362755488070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109981362755488070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/rrrrright-i-am-cheesy.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109976366421063311</id><published>2004-11-07T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T01:54:24.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To: My Imaginary-Non-existent-Fans/Admirers&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is my VERY short VERY summarized list of clothing I wished had, please…..getting me ANY one of those listed wants would bring a chesire grin to my otherwise catty face, perfect isn’t it…. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So imaginary friends of mine, please take what you are going to read below very seriously and deeply….for you are entering a realm of disbelieving material gains I’ve ever wished for, at least for now. The list was stocked up in a spur of moment, nothing honorable actually. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;VANS&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Authentic&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Classic Slip-on&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OLD SKOOL, CLASSIC (black/white)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shakedown Top&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Orchestrate Woven Top&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Takedown Denim Pants&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grub and Hint Pants&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CONVERSE&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chuck Taylor Classic Low Unisex&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chuck Taylor Skull Black/White&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ACCESSORIES&lt;br /&gt;Self-Personalized accessories&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chunky accessories&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Turquoises follow by&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blings&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OBEY&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;OBEY City Block Belt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;OBEY Limited Signed Print – CatWoman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;200 only Worldwide&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Signed in pencil by Sheperd Fairey, the man behind the OBEY Movement at the bottom and numbered&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;FLY CLOTHING&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fly Uncle Walter Long Sleeve Top &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SALE ITEM&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;FRESHJIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Freshjive Striped Polo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Freshjive Phantom Shirt&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PAUL FRANK&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Skurvy Shoulder Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Paul Frank Kick Flip Shirt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Paul Frank PJS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Paul Frank TV Brace Face Watch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;John Deere TV Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;VOLCOM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Volcom Synchro Polo Top&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;PENGUIN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Bound to Please Sweater&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Earl Piped Polo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;NO STAR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Unlucky T-Shirt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Who said I wasn’t selfish ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109976366421063311?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109976366421063311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109976366421063311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109976366421063311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109976366421063311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-my-imaginary-non-existent.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109975872862879803</id><published>2004-11-07T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T00:34:52.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz/soul/images/artist.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm exceptionally artistic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kelly.moranweb.com/quiz" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your soul type&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://kelly.moranweb.com" target="new"&gt;kelly.moranweb.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough. Perhaps they haven't. But now that you know, you must become one with your inner self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtues: You look for immense creativity and individuality in people, including yourself. You're not happy with anything less than brilliant, and you focus on being expressive. You value energy, liveliness, and upbeat personalities, but you're not supportive of moodiness when you yourself can be unreliably moody. Seeking activity, you like the bustle of business but need the secluded atmosphere of a studio or private corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspirations: You feel the need to express your talents, whether it be through writing, drawing, singing, dancing, composing, performing, or photographing. While you strive to ever improve your work, you want to display it as soon as possible when your impatience kicks in. You want to be a prodigy but you might not have the means right at your fingertips. Trust me, do NOT move to New York to do it. Yeesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quirks: Conformists bother you because of their lack of individuality. You're often late or unreliable. You're showy and refuse to share the spotlight. You only tell little white lies. You worm your way into the hearts of others, but be careful; some people despise the show-offs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factors: Surround yourself with activity and you'll always have material to work with. Involve friends and family in your projects so they don't feel like envious outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future: Show business or not, you'll settle down happily if you're among those who appreciate your natural talents and desire to perform. Don't stay in one place too long, and don't be too hasty in defining your relationships. Who are you to judge what only time will tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109975872862879803?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109975872862879803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109975872862879803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109975872862879803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109975872862879803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-exceptionally-artistic-find-your.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109970692026492005</id><published>2004-11-06T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T10:13:38.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Surprise plan was a success....&lt;br /&gt;Met at habourfront in the afternoon, Been Manda Pam and I. Pam finished her AO chinese papers yesterday...now we can all spend some time together and hang out during the holidays..it'll be good !&lt;br /&gt;The day was rather cloudy and windy, but it didn't dampened our spirits to soak in the sun if there was any laaa....played some volleyball...it was good...at least we still got our basics to back up and play a good game of ball.......then we went into the waters.....the waves were really HUGE. But we still swam to the bungey thing......the waves looked like they enveloped us again and again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. Oh I must mention the surprisesurprise. I made the box outta wrapping papers, plastic gems, butterflies .. alot. And the huge question mark just about sum it all. It looked real nice and pretty and mysteryyylooking .. hohoho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave it to her almost as soon as we saw her. And then, we had to stop her from opening it until the night falls. She obviously looked uncomfortable holding the big bulk in her arms, prolly due to her *ize* ....and her 1001 uncertainties about what we're gonna do to her. hah!&lt;br /&gt;Alright after we washed up, she wanted to go town....so the plans were changed.....but it was still on of cos. Then we went to the "meeting place" to wait for her oh-arrival.....a call that spontaniated her to open the box...to unleash what was inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sparklers. And a Hankie Note. Soon after she joined us and we had a hearty meal of Sakae at Heerens. Yummy....the warm sake was nice...:B&lt;br /&gt;After that we took some prints and had ta head home cos of someone....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owe us Swensens desserts yea? Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Loolin last night who had to remind me of the results.......i couldnt really sleep at all. That explains why i'm already up early in the morning, just to check the bloody results from the bloody system !&lt;br /&gt;I THINK i passed all yes? My worst is a D+. but of grade points 2. which is like a C.&lt;br /&gt;Broadcast presentation, something I've always sucked at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Bs for Scriptwriting and Creativitiy and Thinking Skills !!! This calls for a mini celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I flunk any ??? Did I ?? Did ? Did Not? I don't know. Something is wrong, I need my food now !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109970692026492005?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109970692026492005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109970692026492005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109970692026492005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109970692026492005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/surprise-plan-was-success.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109962744151552391</id><published>2004-11-05T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T12:04:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome To My Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109962744151552391?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109962744151552391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109962744151552391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109962744151552391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109962744151552391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/please-welcome-to-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109958464482843400</id><published>2004-11-05T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T00:10:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i scare myself with the words i say, and the actions i do and.. thoughts of mine, poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day gone with the stupid shoutings, psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;Ive finished doing pamela's present, hah. You'll see..Been and Manda..tmr..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss TheBestFren. Psst, I Love You!!! Haha I'd rather die than say that to you you know !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109958464482843400?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109958464482843400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109958464482843400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109958464482843400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109958464482843400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/sometimes-i-scare-myself-with-words-i.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109941424242068494</id><published>2004-11-03T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:50:42.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>smoked the texas ice after work.&lt;br /&gt;alone. at the alleys behind can's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i try to think of myself as a livin being in this world, and i see no existence, grasp no meaning out of it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents; my sole responsiblity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrugs. owells .. i had this headache that feels like i was about to crumble down, even at a point of few seconds i was trying to walk properly .. after i got off the bus. i really felt like resting on the ground, like a pile of dung. then i saw my mom and i grabbed my guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my parents ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109941424242068494?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109941424242068494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109941424242068494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109941424242068494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109941424242068494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/smoked-texas-ice-after-work.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109938252738509445</id><published>2004-11-02T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T16:10:15.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they say reality series are the worst thinggs that has happened to teebee. fuck that aside, i really dig into some of them, managed to get home in time to catch America's Next Top Model last night after an evening of fun++ with sis, and boy did i enjoyed yesterday's episode just like any other of their epis. there was the acting class which the girls had to attend and compete, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was all about being open and honest. &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, this is something i've yet to know and learnt, that's y i cld somehow relate to that bimbo-or-not camile ? Sometimes, after a day of hanging out with people, i feel like nothing. Those who know, know me as someone who defies the flow, i do not go along the flow. I wish i was really the opiniated me. i've a handful of bestfrens that will agree to my straightforthness and truth in what i hold. whether for myself or not. but i know some others, and even a part of myself do realise the existence of a contradicting freak underneath all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning was the one year death anniversary of my grandmother, my mother's mother. and the big family whipped up a feast for this day, my mother cooked some delicious curry. we went to the buddhist temple where my grandparents' ashes were placed. picture this scene, 50 years down the road you look upon your children and children's children very much filled with love, and tell yourself if this life was worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna share &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; with the kind souls who visit my humble cove,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"One of the things I definitely feel is important for people to be able to express their opinions no matter if they are similar or different. We fight too much and talk too little. We're so focused and driven by money and power that it destroys us a people. I don't think we look at each other like we're a human family. We concentrate too much on what makes us separate as opposed to what makes us the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On Healing The World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alicia Keys' concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I felt that the night at the hall was near to magical, thinking aback i still get that tingling sensation and so called feeling as if, the realisation of some identity. i don't know. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday evening, went with sis for a pasta dinner and a bumboat (Spellcheck?) ride at the esplanade and then clarke quay. Woots !! I was the driver ! right sis? we had a pleasant, short chat with the uncle&lt;br /&gt;.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109938252738509445?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109938252738509445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109938252738509445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109938252738509445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109938252738509445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/they-say-reality-series-are-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109929068086668632</id><published>2004-11-01T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T14:31:20.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>those who caught ladder 49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shine your light - robbie robertson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109929068086668632?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109929068086668632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109929068086668632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109929068086668632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109929068086668632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/11/those-who-caught-ladder-49-shine-your.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109923605936471780</id><published>2004-10-31T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T23:24:09.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont make sense when i type when i talk and when i do stuff. basically im a walking contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;sure enuf it didnt rain today. met up with hazel, khair and loolin at habourfront, had our breakies then off we go to the sunny beach. we settled down soon after and began to tann ourselves. we were at palawan, and boy was it full of juveniles like what khair would prolly say. the girls la, make heads turn like nobody's business, and unwanted / desperate call for attention were not left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitty cos we had to leave there early, me n khair went down to town. caught ladder 49 at night, it was a jolly sad show, but it was ok ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what ? i saw. i shall not refer to the lecturer directly, but a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pinkman. pinkman&lt;/span&gt; was seen wearing a tight fitting sleeveless top and berms and a pinkish-flowery oh so sweet pullovers? - how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting the sis tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109923605936471780?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109923605936471780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109923605936471780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109923605936471780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109923605936471780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-dont-make-sense-when-i-type-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109906624928932220</id><published>2004-10-30T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T00:10:49.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i kept thinking about that scene off yesterday and i can't stop myself from smiling. id to do something id to feel like crayoning. hahaha another confused piece of me. in a way. it felt great to be by your presence, esp when u felt that she was a trusted fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109906624928932220?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109906624928932220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109906624928932220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109906624928932220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109906624928932220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-kept-thinking-about-that-scene-off.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109897992558341868</id><published>2004-10-28T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T00:12:05.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun, fun fun. and fun :B im all smiles i mean im smiling at the screen nw watcha tink. hiaks meeting loolin was quite excitable, lol. den we'd to dodge around in town, literally haha no actually hahah. saw a few familiar faces &amp; decide to not. go up or do the whole yaa amanda sim thingg "hiiiiii doc....wassup?? how r u..oooo" , poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARIFAH, MY WISH CAME TRUE THIS V NITE.&lt;br /&gt;lol, cheesy aint it, but i loike. for e fact tht rumya called me and i went to meet her &amp;amp; her frens. DIAN , stephanie and david. aft tht i suggested to call fann, but i bet rum was tinkin e same too hiakhiak. off to e geylang bazaar ~ finally :B haha met a few of the chaps there, alritey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den DIAN had to break fast but s11 was fullhouse, predicted. so we went to e table at the back of the food centre haha nice ambience wat. somemore the malay chap was kind enuff to play some malay fm and his bbq wings ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate there, DIAN , Fann, rumya david and stephanie. hahaha theyr a fun lot ahahha we d fun, duh. aft tht we did sth terrible to rumya , i can say tht. me and fann wenta smoke but at least we went to some alley considerin there were others. this is only e 2nd time i met fann and i alr love her to bits, just like rum to her and vice versa me. ahaks we were contented there just when fann pointed out to the gas cylinders behind me, it says no smoking in red and dangerous colors lol. lame .. den we shifted aiyah i love fann's company. ocos u can guess rumya was mad at us, more at fann aft tht cos apparently of some probs btw she n fann. but cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around there ahhaha sharifah its really quite dull there, maybe as u say its a weekday owells. budden u know it will never be a dull moment for me when * * * . haha (3 words) *wInkZsxXzzzzzz *gIggLEsssssszzxxxxxx. lol grooosssssse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tht DIAN david n steph d to go home. DIAN was like ramly burgerqueen, she kept tabaoing burgers home for her family, awww. den me rumya n fann decided to go to little india the bazaar too. wow. wat a night rite so funnnn. it was a rather enjoyable bus ride with e girls, i mean theyr like my darlings u noe..haha wenta walk walk around saw a couple of their frens. i bot sparklers scared e night lights outta fann, she apparently has a phobia o dos. wish i can help her overcome tht. aft tht e 3 of us cabbed home, awww i getta hug fannn, poor rum. hahhaa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went i was waitin for e lift mum met me. i noe my english suck. hahhaha  so e point is she kept looking, quite sternly at the awkward buldge at my pocket for a few min. ahem yeah .. andden she said new pants ah. hahahha i felt like ive sighed my share for e next hundred years. lol no la i was bochap, so sian aft a long day yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and they live happily ever after again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109897992558341868?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109897992558341868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109897992558341868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109897992558341868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109897992558341868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-was-fun-fun-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109894185466119974</id><published>2004-10-28T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T13:37:34.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>d&lt;br /&gt;manis :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109894185466119974?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109894185466119974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109894185466119974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109894185466119974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109894185466119974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/d-manis-b.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109888765069307005</id><published>2004-10-27T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T22:34:10.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised how hot hot hot BELINDA LEE looks on teebee! woolalaks charisma, individuality, humorous, gorgeous, and ocos a great indept of knowledge and content, you just can tell! chong ching ,  e one with e lee siaolong hairstyle goes just well with her, cos he's duper funny! hahaha id a vodka mixer  jst nw, at my cribs yep. my brother was exceptionally nice tonight cos he made me a wonderfully tasted drink *tastesfingers. gin + ribena + soda. loike wat tingting mix for e customers yest.. just tht its gin anw. huahua .. thts all for now, im really free for this hol man, im missing someone alil by liTTle each day, someone i used to spend some time with 'DATES' &amp;amp; so calls , 'meetings-after-work' thinggies on a certain breakof e yr. and the crayons got revived. *POUTSSSs. i wanna take up electric guitar !! booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109888765069307005?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109888765069307005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109888765069307005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109888765069307005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109888765069307005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-just-realised-how-hot-hot-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109880623835134748</id><published>2004-10-26T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T00:01:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FLT camo T&lt;br /&gt;ICED EGT&lt;br /&gt;HOT cafe latte&lt;br /&gt;JUG hein (3m)&lt;br /&gt;3 x JUG kilkenny&lt;br /&gt;hein BLT&lt;br /&gt;mug stout&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. revising haha&lt;br /&gt;rate my first day at Can. i give it a 9 upon 10 hkay? still v much appreciate the no-uniform rule. was nearly, NEARLY late today, had to run there with juanjuan. lol thanks juan x) in the afternoon we went to rp to visit yati and shuling. haha den we went to watch Pearl Habour at their movie rm, haha again, i cant get enuf of it :p aft tht was work at Can's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hokkay, there were 3 o us, me ting ting n huiyan. at first i had to memorise the menu and seatings, sorttta. i was scared ocos, i cant reallly memorise anything in my life lol. tried to take order for a few customers, i scrambled sia. lol but it was well laa no major mistakes or anything. went to buy groceries at cold storage, along w huiyan, or u call it shopping. den went bac n it was work as usual. the customers there r kinda queer(?) afteral they r just there to unwind, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my customer of the day &lt;/span&gt;is this really sweet lady, young woman who kept smiling (ever so sweetly) at me, she was with another female fren, and i guessed they were new there cos she asked me for recommendations. and id to take away e ash tray for her cos they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; smoke and no alcoholic for them. heehee. tingting told me most of e regulars take ice cube coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so one for the sweet lady. they stayed there awhile so i tried not to look at her. haha anyway i was bz stuffin myself n immersing/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;typo&lt;/span&gt; in the menu for gd. heh she left sweetly ocos, damn i m a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest, some grp of guys wanted to order a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girlfren,i shoulda jst ask them if they wanted fried.&lt;/span&gt; den some love to shift around like musical chairs children, and some wanted requested to change the songs cos they were making him sleepy. some made confusing orders. some look scary n fat. some were so much into their conversations they had really big actions with it, she look like she's doing warm up thse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day gone in can cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bananarama.&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember trying to list out some of the mixers n special encoctions b4 i forget, i mean serious.&lt;br /&gt;sunset B. haha the guy "sunRISE b pls."&lt;br /&gt;i really cant rem alr ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109880623835134748?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109880623835134748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109880623835134748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109880623835134748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109880623835134748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/flt-camo-t-iced-egt-hot-cafe-latte-jug.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109871283229969352</id><published>2004-10-25T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:00:32.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cant upload the whole file of yesterday =|.  right my brother is watching true files. scary guess im gonna watch my first episode now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109871283229969352?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109871283229969352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109871283229969352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109871283229969352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109871283229969352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/cant-upload-whole-file-of-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109868376509673595</id><published>2004-10-25T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T13:56:05.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And we wore long dresses with bold, colourful patterns, floral or batik prints. Our skirts went down to mid-calf and they were flowy and high waisted, as were our pants. Our tops would be loose tunics or button down shirts with slim belts. And we wore chunky heels or wedges and would accessorise with large plastic sunshades, scarves, bangles and gold chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109868376509673595?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109868376509673595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109868376509673595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109868376509673595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109868376509673595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-we-wore-long-dresses-with-bold.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109868068495480115</id><published>2004-10-25T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T13:04:44.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im wearing pampers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109868068495480115?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109868068495480115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109868068495480115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109868068495480115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109868068495480115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-wearing-pampers.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109863335124551449</id><published>2004-10-24T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:55:51.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;next sunday, beach session ? hazel, loolin, khair ?&lt;br /&gt;ey im counting dw to sunday.&lt;br /&gt;soak me upp !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was great fun! had great fun! a great fun day woteva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;met been at ps to get some stuff for adder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the soccer girls at bishan. on our wayy to adder's place !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay need i mention how grt it was to see each of their faces agn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and i found my long lost twin brother/sister there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jialio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at adder's plc, hmmmm she was looking fine, if nt grt too ! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha, her sister who looks like nat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched some crap show over at her plc, rouge. omg, thts trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the camp piccas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; bukit timah video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left her place den met rice &amp;amp; mich dwstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;went to lao pa sat to have our dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tht we walked to esplanade. oooohweee ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was relaxin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some scary videos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second re-runs of the making of the exorcist wateva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was damn hilarious la &amp; we made so much noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat n gang break or wat abit &amp;amp; it was kinda eye-appealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the jumpers jump !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha cool pics nice pose therr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time im doing a proper update. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m gonna talk alil while with daddy nw before my sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights world. fuck all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109863335124551449?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109863335124551449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109863335124551449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I need more beach sessions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109794291826302397?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109794291826302397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109794291826302397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109794291826302397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109794291826302397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-actually-managed-to-mug-little-with.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109768150059390012</id><published>2004-10-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T23:31:40.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Number of the day: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109768150059390012?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109768150059390012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109768150059390012' title='0 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/&gt;tried to stay at home to STUDY today.&lt;br /&gt;failed ocos. study nth.&lt;br /&gt;watched ANAK METROPOLITIAN recast. tried to catch a glimpse of khair.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna head to queensway now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109757447388274012?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109757447388274012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109757447388274012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109757447388274012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109757447388274012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/tmr-is-last-trng.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109750813081533802</id><published>2004-10-11T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T23:22:10.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caroline running through my head. yes loolin it's caroline. the love below. outkast.&lt;br /&gt;soccer match today against sporting westlake. fun i must say.&lt;br /&gt;we had fun fucking the referee up and down n up.&lt;br /&gt;wat a sickening old man. oh shaddup.&lt;br /&gt;it's like e first time since when i started to feel the flare over sth.&lt;br /&gt;nwadays im just not bothered to react, smhow i cld chill over matters seemingly. ya.&lt;br /&gt;we soccer team celebrated adlina's bday today n it was fun&lt;br /&gt;the lost of the game didnt dampened our spirits thou, it remained high up as we sang for her e bday songs and laughter cld be heard from every mouthfull of the chics.&lt;br /&gt;well, sortta wanted to joined them aft bathing, but cldnt ya. owells okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later for comp &amp;amp; tech today la. rush here n back until i cldnt breathe properly had to take a long cab ride to skool. sickening seh&lt;br /&gt;late den do my stuff&lt;br /&gt;ate with the girls. met up with rumya n d. den ate with dem&lt;br /&gt;went to e lib to study.&lt;br /&gt;ha. wat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.im hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377651.post-109740872873441576</id><published>2004-10-10T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T19:45:28.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blink 182 - i miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song reminds me of the past one year netball tournament early that year&lt;br /&gt;how sad i was when i felt i let the whole team down cos i cldnt play bcos of my thumb and chin&lt;br /&gt;but looking back, it seems like a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;that i broke down when coach joked seemingly at me.&lt;br /&gt;how shit i felt inside when the team didnt perform as much as i expect them to&lt;br /&gt;how much i wished they could have played better and hopefully i might be able to join them later in the tournament&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that it was the last year for us seniors&lt;br /&gt;life isn't fair, it surely is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109740872873441576?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109740872873441576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109740872873441576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109740872873441576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109740872873441576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/blink-182-i-miss-you-song-reminds-me.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109738971436613951</id><published>2004-10-10T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T14:28:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what about smoking?&lt;br /&gt;then it's a fact that if hazel, loolin and khair knows that i tamper with smoke ...awkward.&lt;br /&gt;but i think they know now cos they saw the crap photos.&lt;br /&gt;and arshad being the long term smoker himself keeps discouraging me&lt;br /&gt;OH FUCK MUTHA FUCKER FUCK fuck.&lt;br /&gt;gimme a break, life's a drag. why bother?&lt;br /&gt;i know my priorities, i know those who are dear to me. i know what i need to know right now.&lt;br /&gt;ive got my facts mate.&lt;br /&gt;just let me puff when i feel to and i'll be your greatest companion.&lt;br /&gt;home now, meeting thumya later to go thru hua2 yu3 wit her, i miss dian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 truth and 1 lie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i've got multiple personalities, seems like nth seems to satisfy the one livin within&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i'm abnormal, im queer im not straight&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i love the beach most&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;too many. i used to hate lying for whatever reason, i used to keep away from lies and masks, now that i actually think much of them.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109738971436613951?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109738971436613951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109738971436613951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109738971436613951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109738971436613951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-about-smoking-then-its-fact-that.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109738920770992083</id><published>2004-10-10T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T14:20:07.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>camp was alright. fun?&lt;br /&gt;yest the 3 of us wanted to sneak out at night.&lt;br /&gt;bin gave up. that was doubtful. hmm.. when u have us here, why worry..?&lt;br /&gt;whatever, we crawled under the gate out.&lt;br /&gt;took a cab to yck to buy things.&lt;br /&gt;sat dw at the kopitiam to eat, drink and smoke.&lt;br /&gt;trying out malboro mentol only.&lt;br /&gt;hate to admit. that its better than virginia.&lt;br /&gt;any packs to recommend? if any is gonna reply, zorpia haha&lt;br /&gt;climbed over when we went back.&lt;br /&gt;went to watch video and i actually feel asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lazy to talk about camp. great infact. NYP soccer women rocks, just that =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109738920770992083?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109738920770992083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109738920770992083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109738920770992083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109738920770992083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/camp-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109708162351084150</id><published>2004-10-07T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T00:53:43.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>clarice u little girl u found out about e existence of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;tortured CLARICE, YOU STEWPEG YOU LA, on the journey home..HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;anyhws, who tell her always vying for seats with me...tsk&lt;br /&gt;anyhows soccer was sucky today. i shot the ball at my fav girl.&lt;br /&gt;and trip her, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;anyway today she was like the bull's eye and the rest are the, bulls ocos. keep getting whacked, trip, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;yayayayayaya.&lt;br /&gt;D can't go alicia keys with me, im officially heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;urgh anyhow i got the bestfren to meet up for lunch tmr. threatened her to meet me at 1. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;today was a grrrreaaaat day honey&lt;br /&gt;my proj group called N.A.M.E btw&lt;br /&gt;chilled out at the 1 of the tut room&lt;br /&gt;with the fake uma ocos we had fun rocking the room down, well almost im not kiddin&lt;br /&gt;we were talkin on a hell lot of crap, ah h wait till u see sharifah unleases herself and her powderful giggles can peng ah.&lt;br /&gt;anyhw i bet u all wont get the chance, not everything is fair, not everyone gets to see her another side..ayeaye tho i wish to elaborate my fingers r shittin on me..&lt;br /&gt;sooo i was playin with sharifah's clip ring, den clip it onto my lip&lt;br /&gt;and went to them to do the punk sign&lt;br /&gt;haha den sharifah had to dare me to show my new stuff to the next grp next door.&lt;br /&gt;...............lazy to wite more........laters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109708162351084150?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109708162351084150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109708162351084150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109708162351084150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109708162351084150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/clarice-u-little-girl-u-found-out.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109674294350085582</id><published>2004-10-03T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T02:49:03.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like D.</title><content type='html'>I Like Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerizing, deep and subtle.&lt;br /&gt;Hair.&lt;br /&gt;Flowy and Black.&lt;br /&gt;Body.&lt;br /&gt;killer curves.&lt;br /&gt;Dress.&lt;br /&gt;so fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm psycho.&lt;br /&gt;Nway I don't see D in that way, just BORED-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109674294350085582?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109674294350085582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109674294350085582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109674294350085582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109674294350085582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-like-d.html' title='I Like D.'/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109674273506163624</id><published>2004-10-03T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T02:45:35.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rumya just told me smoking kills.&lt;br /&gt;that it's a sick joy.&lt;br /&gt;That is equally digusting and shitty as dunking my head into a truck of shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I enjoy smoking. I'm not up to anybody's expectations, why do I light up &amp;amp; think about my loved ones and how they'd feel if they see me with a stick up my lips. I don't know I just wanna enjoy what I like to do now. For now, imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109674273506163624?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109674273506163624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109674273506163624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109674273506163624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109674273506163624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/10/rumya-just-told-me-smoking-kills.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109672934641186331</id><published>2004-10-02T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T23:02:26.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beached today.with a babe.&lt;br /&gt;haha nothing much, wasn't much of the gf hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;reached the island in the early morning, fagged, picked a spot &amp; we just lie down and tanned for quite some time.b4 we got up and went to the waters.ate at a new fast food cafe.went to play with the waves.went over to the southern most tip, fagged, just the 2 o us.went back tanned.dip into waters.tanned more.we walked to the club islander to chill out.lie down at their bodyrest.it was really relaxing i swear,fagged again &amp;amp; both o us fell into a deep slumber aft not long.slept our life away.i woke up first.e evening was about to set in.there's a live band there and she sounded like norah jones.made my evening.fagged and sleep more.yati came.both food at 711.we ate tgt there under the stars.fagged and bathtime.home now.&lt;br /&gt;Burnt and Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109672934641186331?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109672934641186331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109672934641186331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109672934641186331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109642014799113857?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109642014799113857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109642014799113857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109642014799113857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109642014799113857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-cute-nerd-really-cute-spotted-him.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109621064804033229</id><published>2004-09-26T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:57:28.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seeing couples around breaking up, falling apart as twos, getting together and finally the gdbye.&lt;br /&gt;what's that , shit ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prove To Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109621064804033229?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109621064804033229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109621064804033229' title='0 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109613732781961737?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109613732781961737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109613732781961737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109613732781961737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109613732781961737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>waitor</name><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-8377651.post-109613724524681607</id><published>2004-09-26T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T02:34:05.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had refurnished my memories about him&lt;br /&gt;my first cd -In Utero.  so i remembered&lt;br /&gt;my first grunge cd&lt;br /&gt;first exposure to rock music&lt;br /&gt;blast me over&lt;br /&gt;kurt cobain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my walking contradiction&lt;br /&gt;you are every man should be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109613724524681607?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109613724524681607/comments/default' 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type='html'>drop at somerset.&lt;br /&gt;a routine to school&lt;br /&gt;walking down the traffic&lt;br /&gt;this song caught my attention&lt;br /&gt;- my place&lt;br /&gt;sun's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109608865156830154?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109608865156830154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109608865156830154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109608865156830154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109608865156830154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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do the whole cultural spree thingy&lt;br /&gt;went to little india instead&lt;br /&gt;been years since i last went there&lt;br /&gt;walked around&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere was good, alleys, kopitiams....&lt;br /&gt;bought heena&lt;br /&gt;indian temple&lt;br /&gt;prayed. a great insight to the place.&lt;br /&gt;took the same bus as thumya throughout the journey home.&lt;br /&gt;home and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109599278779539096?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109599278779539096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109599278779539096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377651.post-109552331994457232</id><published>2004-09-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T00:01:59.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[11:39:52 PM] tat's life~: i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;[11:39:55 PM] tat's life~: i cldn't talk to u&lt;br /&gt;[11:40:00 PM] tat's life~: my mum's using the phone&lt;br /&gt;[11:40:02 PM] Old hag Tsun: why...!&lt;br /&gt;[11:40:13 PM] Old hag Tsun: check ur friendster..&lt;br /&gt;[11:40:14 PM] tat's life~: wad's wit ur nick btw?&lt;br /&gt;[11:40:20 PM] Old hag Tsun: i left my death letter..&lt;br /&gt;[11:40:27 PM] tat's life~: :-O&lt;br /&gt;[11:40:44 PM] Old hag Tsun: 8-)&lt;br /&gt;[11:41:00 PM] Old hag Tsun: REPULSIVE ROLLING OF EYES O_0&lt;br /&gt;[11:43:13 PM] tat's life~: why i cant accept friends anymore. maybe&lt;br /&gt;              its cause ur too great to be a&lt;br /&gt;              comparison. hahahhaa.. u get what i mean..&lt;br /&gt;[11:43:22 PM] tat's life~: i dun understand... i mean&lt;br /&gt;[11:43:26 PM] tat's life~: i get something..&lt;br /&gt;[11:43:41 PM] tat's life~: as in i understand something.. but dunno if&lt;br /&gt;              its  wad u mean&lt;br /&gt;[11:43:46 PM] tat's life~: cos its like..too nice to be u!&lt;br /&gt;[11:44:13 PM] Old hag Tsun: huh?&lt;br /&gt;[11:44:15 PM] Old hag Tsun: lol..&lt;br /&gt;[11:44:25 PM] Old hag Tsun: noo.. as in suddenly i feel sth..&lt;br /&gt;[11:44:36 PM] tat's life~: tell me..&lt;br /&gt;[11:44:44 PM] Old hag Tsun: i mean all along i felt this way.. but&lt;br /&gt;              today seems to be like e final episode or sth..&lt;br /&gt;[11:44:45 PM] Old hag Tsun: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;[11:44:55 PM] tat's life~: wow..final episode!!&lt;br /&gt;[11:45:11 PM] Old hag Tsun: like u noe.. ever since we finished sec&lt;br /&gt;              sch..&lt;br /&gt;[11:45:20 PM] Old hag Tsun: n den poly life..&lt;br /&gt;[11:45:43 PM] Old hag Tsun: i feel tt althou i can make ppl laugh in&lt;br /&gt;              class.. n have fun.. its only on e spot kinda thing..&lt;br /&gt;[11:46:03 PM] Old hag Tsun: i feel like ive no real friend man..&lt;br /&gt;[11:46:06 PM] Old hag Tsun: in class..&lt;br /&gt;[11:46:11 PM] Old hag Tsun: i do la.. but i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;[11:46:43 PM] Old hag Tsun: smtimes e inner me cant stand some ppl..&lt;br /&gt;              and i dont say.. which is unlike me.. but if i say.. it&lt;br /&gt;              can get ugly..&lt;br /&gt;[11:47:06 PM] Old hag Tsun: to sum it up.&lt;br /&gt;[11:47:23 PM] Old hag Tsun: just tt i cant find close friends anymore&lt;br /&gt;              in poly or maybe in future.&lt;br /&gt;[11:47:26 PM] Old hag Tsun: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;[11:47:29 PM] * tat's life~ has changed his/her name to jiali&lt;br /&gt;[11:47:34 PM] Old hag Tsun: so ur stuck with me y enoe&lt;br /&gt;[11:47:38 PM] Old hag Tsun: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;[11:47:44 PM] jiali: that's a good thing&lt;br /&gt;[11:47:47 PM] jiali: i'm touched&lt;br /&gt;[11:48:19 PM] jiali: really..&lt;br /&gt;[11:48:34 PM] jiali: i'm glad i'm stcuk wit u&lt;br /&gt;[11:48:37 PM] jiali: stuck&lt;br /&gt;[11:49:31 PM] jiali: respond&lt;br /&gt;[11:49:44 PM] jiali: react ms.pentium 0.5&lt;br /&gt;[11:50:10 PM] Old hag Tsun: 0.5??&lt;br /&gt;[11:50:16 PM] Old hag Tsun: no..&lt;br /&gt;[11:50:35 PM] jiali: do u understand me?&lt;br /&gt;[11:50:39 PM] Old hag Tsun: yaa..&lt;br /&gt;[11:50:44 PM] jiali: i think i  understand u very well&lt;br /&gt;[11:50:49 PM] jiali: i know u very well&lt;br /&gt;[11:50:49 PM] Old hag Tsun: and i think its normal&lt;br /&gt;[11:51:15 PM] Old hag Tsun: cos for me to feel this way, e ppl ard me&lt;br /&gt;              (my classmates for 5 days in a  week) must b also feelin&lt;br /&gt;              this way&lt;br /&gt;[11:51:44 PM] Old hag Tsun: like when ur sincere towards this one&lt;br /&gt;              person, they dont take u 4 real..&lt;br /&gt;[11:51:47 PM] Old hag Tsun: urgh&lt;br /&gt;[11:51:59 PM] jiali: yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;[11:52:31 PM] jiali: did sth happen today?&lt;br /&gt;[11:53:19 PM] Old hag Tsun: nth.. toldja i always felt this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377651-109552331994457232?l=corvidophilia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corvidophilia.blogspot.com/feeds/109552331994457232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377651&amp;postID=109552331994457232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377651/posts/default/109552331994457232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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