<?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-31395776</id><updated>2012-01-25T11:40:59.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tee ter taw ter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395776.post-6216027158767225058</id><published>2009-08-29T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:12:19.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;... another long time since I've posted again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Going into second semester of Inti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Living with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; bf at weld quay flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Driving an old Honda Accord, compliments of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bfs&lt;/span&gt; aunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Did pretty well in first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; results (3.85)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Became open about being bi/curious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Langkawi&lt;/span&gt; w/ fellow friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Canoed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pulau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tikus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's all that I can recall, I guess everything else isn't important enough for my memory to retrieve. So what's happening these days? Well, nothing particular actually. I'd love to blog about my daily happenings like most people do, but I don't have the time nor interest to do such a thing, I prefer just blogging whenever I need something to release. In contradiction, I actually have nothing to release right now, but visiting Anna's blog reminded me I should at least say something on mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There was once a time where I was in wreckage, you could say, on the verge of death, and I had no idea what it was like to be normal. And now, it's unfathomable to me how I was in that state of mind before. Sometimes it crosses me as someone distinctively different from the person here, as if it were another dimension. At that time, what I saw in the mirror was not the person standing before it, it was actually the "me" now, trapped in there, and no wonder it felt like terror whenever I looked in the mirror - I didn't see my own reflection. Like I said: another dimension. As Carl Rogers would put it, the ideal self and the real self were not in harmony, causing anxiety and dismay. Anyhow, I just wonder sometimes how could I have been so bloody fucked up? For goodness sakes I thought bacteria was out to get me! You try to think back to that time but none of it makes sense, and it's the same when I was in that state, trying to think normally was impossible. Funny, the brain works in such mysterious ways, far beyond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;any ones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;comprehensibility&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hah! Although I had nothing to say, there is always something I can effing conjure up; there is always something bottled up inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm currently intoxicated by Megan Fox these days... sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395776-6216027158767225058?l=emkay07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/6216027158767225058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395776&amp;postID=6216027158767225058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/6216027158767225058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/6216027158767225058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/2009/08/bah.html' title='BAH!'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395776.post-9180556137112882952</id><published>2009-04-23T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:32:05.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ruckus stirring inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I make it out alive this time,&lt;/span&gt; will I be able to breathe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadness and desertion is overwhelming, its entirely consuming, of thoughts, emotions, and every other crevice that exists in a person. I've gotten to a point where I can't take it anymore, and I wonder if it's worth fighting for - the love that is slowly dwindling away. When things just don't connect anymore and everything turns into array of bickering, I think it's time, because everything is only gonna go downhill from there. It's time to say good bye to love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395776-9180556137112882952?l=emkay07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/9180556137112882952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395776&amp;postID=9180556137112882952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/9180556137112882952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/9180556137112882952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/2009/04/ruckus-stirring-inside.html' title='A ruckus stirring inside'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395776.post-7648534512973902582</id><published>2009-04-20T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:42:50.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back to basics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most people have been seeing less and lesser of me, but that's only because I've been getting back to basics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Basics defined: taking care of things. Things defined: Health (physical, mental, emotional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been waking up early (whoaaa..) I mean like roughly averaging 8 a.m. which is early I guess if I don't have anything to actually do. I wake up on the intent to go hiking with a friend, Mabelle, or jogging myself. There ain't nothing better than starting your day fresh with some excercise. I woke at 7.30 today, my body just automatically wakes up early now, and looked out to my dismay - a rainy day. So with nothing to do, I've started my homework, but I'm on a break now (lol). Other than those things, I read, gym it, do stuff I have to do, hang with bf, hang with friends still once in a while (not so much lol they all work), do my homework, go online, and watch the occasional tv (only for minutes b/c there's never anything good on). I wish they showed family guy here! I miss that show so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel.. alive? Yeah, alive, that's it. Very much alive. I'm actually being productive, something that tends to wither away when I'm caught up in something. I remember there was a time, recently actually, that I couldn't stand to be alone and I'd get a bit anxious. It wasn't how I used to be, which was completely content in being alone and doing my own things. I'm glad I've refined back to being comfortable. My mind is working better, I think I'm still recovering, but I see improvements already in mind, body, and soul. Mother says my body has gotten bigger, not fat, but like stronger, not the frail frame I used to carry; thanks to the gym and proper nutrition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;School at INTI is gonna start soon, May 4, and I have no idea what to expect! It's been so long since I've had to intregrate myself in a new establishment with new people, that last time being high school. Yay, for personal skills! At least I'll get to meet people with the same interest... I wonder how small the class size will be... what if there's only 5 students! That'd be cool actually, we'd all become great friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;K I've gotta get back to doing homework... I'm already getting distracted HELLA! tootles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;signing out, EmKay.&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/31395776-7648534512973902582?l=emkay07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/7648534512973902582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395776&amp;postID=7648534512973902582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/7648534512973902582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/7648534512973902582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-back-to-basics.html' title='Getting back to basics'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395776.post-4621257568417941453</id><published>2009-02-07T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:51:36.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged by Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. The person who tag/pass you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friiiiend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1.She's quirky, kind of weird but I love that about her. 2.Very motherly like and is a real good listener and advice giver, somehow I feel I can just tell her anything. 3. She doesn't like the sun. 4. She talks a lot when she's excited 5. Defs a good kisser ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 0.75em; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to my birthday party lol.. and all those times she listened to me blabber on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing she/he had said to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I might not remember technically what she said, but I know the advice she's given.. and that's like confidential girl stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she become your lover you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will what? She already is my parttime lover hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If she/he become your lover, thing she/he has to improve on will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of the house more, I'm an outdoors type of person who also likes sports!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. If she/he become your enemy, you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll never happen.. I don't have any enemies and never will. Plus, I don't ever foresee any reason that should a rise and create such a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If she/he become your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... she slept with my bf or something like that.. or I slept with hers... which neither would ever happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for her/him now is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her to become an awesome artist and live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of her/him is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, cute, I want to bite her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just adores me I suppose lol.. I don't know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14. On the contrary, the character you hate yourself are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrogant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dalai lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everybody, and even though we might always talk, we're always still there when we need each other - that's what counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395776-4621257568417941453?l=emkay07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/4621257568417941453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395776&amp;postID=4621257568417941453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/4621257568417941453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/4621257568417941453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-tagged-by-anna.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged by Anna'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395776.post-1438428535461144859</id><published>2009-01-29T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:38:57.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2009</title><content type='html'>Whoa I never really knew how big CNY is.. well I've never thoroughly experienced it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite fun, visiting both my ma's huge family and Kenn's. Although I've yet to meet my fathers side, which is all in due time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.. I'm too furious to write anymore. Otherwise though, life has been pretty good so far.. work, studies, and such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395776-1438428535461144859?l=emkay07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/1438428535461144859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395776&amp;postID=1438428535461144859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/1438428535461144859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/1438428535461144859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-2009.html' title='CNY 2009'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395776.post-576436060169809723</id><published>2009-01-15T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:16:40.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tag Yourself" Krispy says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khor Choo Lyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferably not, but it's not going to be a huge factor that stops anything from progressing. I'm going to quit myself, so it'd be best to nawwww...tttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2. How about drinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, but within moderation. Gotta know when to have a good time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3. Do you like someone you can't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE! I already have him :]&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not, but nevertheless I probably wouldn't care - it's their choice, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your favourite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball, Le gym, swimming, tennis, badminton, bowling, pool, skateboarding, running, hiking - I PLAY EVERYYYYYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;6. It's saturday night, you're home alone. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please myself with my purple buddy... JUST JOKING! First, I'd call the dog up, if it's busy (pumping iron) I'd call friends to chill, drin,k and party party. But usually the dog picks up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like roller coasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I like roller coasters?! Do planes fly with metal wings?! I love roller coasters, I love the feeling like I'm going to die.. but I know I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When's the perfect time to have a bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever.. love is a abound..just waiting to blossom anywhere, anyplace, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could date any celebrity, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ. but then I couldn't have sex, so no, I choose you: Mark Wahlberg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;10. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to KL with the dog (kenn wee)... and working at the other doggy's (the wern) restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;11. What is your favourite restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ship, I looove steak, that or Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Have you ever hugged someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF kind of question is that, who hasn't ever hugged someone - I'll bet a troll, because they smell and have bad vaginal odor, plus they ask you to pay a toll. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;13. Ever kissed someone you weren't attracted to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yes, nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;14. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes beyond that; I think it's called love.. and his name is Khaw Kenn WEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Depends, usually shoes and ankles if he's wearing shorts. Otherwise, anything else particularly appealing, like perhaps a nice smile, funny laugh, good manners, etc etc. Kind of don't take too much note on the exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Which do you prefer, Beach or Mountains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Both! I'm hot n cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOny Ericsson w580i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Computer or Laptop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop, it's HP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;19. Jeans or sweats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEATS ALL THE WAY! Except it's too hot in Penang to wear sweats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Which year(s) has/have been the best so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... whichever ones don't involve me being under the influence of substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How old are you gonna be on your next birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;22. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Having hot passionate sex.. with my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favourite TV show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy, Discovery, National Geographic, Friends, The Simpsons, How I Met your Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's been your last purchase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying the MPPP for a parking ticket.. shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you attracted to girls/boys that smoke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... it's really not that impressive, but I'm not one to speak, I smoke too.. but I'm quitting now. Although I'd rather get to know the person before I make any judgements about them; I smoke and I'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever fallen on your butt in front of a crowd of people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE EFFING TIME. Particulary, this one time on NYE 2007 at D'joint in UPR I fell back on my chair.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;27. What do you do when you're at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat, online, tv, read, hw, eat, sleep, eat, read, draw, write, think, think some more, and eat, then sleep. Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your favourite subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, P.E., Psychology, and Family Studies (classes they have in Canada)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the best thing that happened on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; On me?! Hmmm.. ;) ;) Figure it out yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;30. 10 person to tag: (not arranged according to favourites and not tagging those who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;already tagged)&lt;br /&gt;pass it on, tag yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395776-576436060169809723?l=emkay07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/576436060169809723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395776&amp;postID=576436060169809723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/576436060169809723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/576436060169809723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-yourself-krispy-says.html' title='&quot;Tag Yourself&quot; Krispy says...'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395776.post-32445702160872699</id><published>2008-12-10T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:15:59.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agent Procrasinator</title><content type='html'>These days, I've been the worst at getting shit done, to the max reluctant.&lt;br /&gt;It's been about 5 days since I've yet to pick up my scooter from the shop, it's in repair.&lt;br /&gt;The damn thing keeps fucking breaking down!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've barely touched my homework, I'm behind by 2 assignments.. =.=;;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I'm supposed to register with KDU for January but I keep putting it off, alongside being very indecisive about it. It's a lot of my mother's money, and it'll be a waste if it's not even creditable to my University in Canada. And of course there's the issue of my residing country for the next two years, which is up in air, but leaning towards going back to Canada. I have to, but should't apparently due to my environment there.. too much of the illigit things (you know what). As the days go on, without any notice, I'm beginning to lose myself in this highway track of life as I fly by the recommended limit. Sometimes when we go too fast, we tend to forget to slow down and smell the roses, and that's whats happening. I've got to cool it, get back into my groove and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to reset my body clock too, that way I wake up at 10 a.m. not 2 p.m. I'll have more time in the day to get shit done. This is hard, since the next upcoming days I know are going to be of no rest. Tommorrow I've gotta start homework, if I can wake, then help my mom pack some crap; pick up my scooter, gym it, and I want to go to Pesta. Friday it's May's birthday. Saturday.. well you know. Sunday will be the day, I'll press the restart button. =) And tonight, tonight I unleash the animal after so long. It's going to be mads niggaaaaaaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395776-32445702160872699?l=emkay07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/32445702160872699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395776&amp;postID=32445702160872699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/32445702160872699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/32445702160872699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/2008/12/agent-procrasinator.html' title='Agent Procrasinator'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395776.post-6794980786859565629</id><published>2008-11-30T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:31:37.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siiiick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/STJbMeZ3PoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Brd0rztwFtw/s1600-h/DSC03417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/STJbMeZ3PoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Brd0rztwFtw/s320/DSC03417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274378383482371714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anas being Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/STJbML1gHcI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jci4rp3s2lw/s1600-h/DSC03415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/STJbML1gHcI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jci4rp3s2lw/s320/DSC03415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274378378498022850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing pool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/STJbL4kI1eI/AAAAAAAAADE/kuAv9wqwIXw/s1600-h/DSC03388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/STJbL4kI1eI/AAAAAAAAADE/kuAv9wqwIXw/s320/DSC03388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274378373324920290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/STJbLkWRqzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hjzh954olUc/s1600-h/DSC03365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/STJbLkWRqzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hjzh954olUc/s320/DSC03365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274378367898069810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disposable underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/STJbLK1IO5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1Th0noQQDKk/s1600-h/DSC03361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/STJbLK1IO5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/1Th0noQQDKk/s320/DSC03361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274378361048152978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I be sick right now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;fever  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;and some cold sweat. I'm bored currently and don't really want to do homework or anything but laze around, so I thought I'd update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Got back from Genting not too long ago, twas fun, although, I was going through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;ups and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;downs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And I remember being really hungry for no reason, but the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;redness&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;wasn't supposed to start till next month. It was in toilet that I screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Feicui: "What's wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Melissa: "My fucking code red!!! No wonder..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Wern:"Where you guys going?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Melissa:"Code red."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Kristi:"We're going up to the hotel room."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Wern:"Ohhhh... OH!!! Your leg hurts hoh? Ok Ok. Go rest, take care of your legs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;*There was a lot of guys around at the time, so we had to be discreet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Way to be discreet Wernie lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And it was on that trip on the second day that a group of us went to Safari, a disco in the Genting hotel. Guess who I meant there? A certain really skinny girl.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;QIQI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; By some persuasion the bouncer let me in without an ID and allowed 9 of us in for a bottle. It was that same bouncer though who introduced the manager to me, and bought moi some drinks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; had been infused with something I like to call GHB. I've tried it before, although in a different enviroment, and just for fun, but I know the feeling anywhere.. and it didn't help that I was already hammered too. Apparently I was puking out all sorts of stuff, and Kristi had hidden me in the VIP room area that's secluded. Jon had to carry me all the way back to First World Hotel. Thank you! I woke up in a daze, talking nonsense, and getting violent with Kristi.. also blew my nose in Fei Cui's blanket apparently. I went back to sleep after that, and woke up to a rush to check-out, having nausea and an upset stomach. On the bus I slept the whole way and hadn't eaten anything all day, when I tried to, which I did, buy RM15 bowl of beef noodle, I took two bites and puked it out. And effing traffic was horrible on Penang Bridge!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/31395776-6794980786859565629?l=emkay07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/6794980786859565629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395776&amp;postID=6794980786859565629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/6794980786859565629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/6794980786859565629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/2008/11/siiiick.html' title='Siiiick'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/STJbMeZ3PoI/AAAAAAAAADU/Brd0rztwFtw/s72-c/DSC03417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395776.post-3970824498485779926</id><published>2008-11-20T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:24:52.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.. a long while..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/SSZh4KvswqI/AAAAAAAAACs/BdoyEBjQU5k/s1600-h/DSC03233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/SSZh4KvswqI/AAAAAAAAACs/BdoyEBjQU5k/s320/DSC03233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271008031468733090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At Fame... Krispy, Angie, and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; being ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, for I am horrible at keeping these sort of things.. blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure what to write right now, I just thought I'd at least do something so it's not so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken is snoring beside me.. I'm going to kick him.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he didn't move..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Again once more!.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and he turns his head, gave me a "look" and buried his face into the pillow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lan ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo~ these days I've gradually adjusted to the Penang lifestyle, which scares me a bit to wonder what's going to happen when I have to leave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(if I leave)? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll have to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;start all over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.... I had an orgasm last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/31395776-3970824498485779926?l=emkay07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/3970824498485779926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395776&amp;postID=3970824498485779926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/3970824498485779926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/3970824498485779926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been-while-long-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.. a long while..'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/SSZh4KvswqI/AAAAAAAAACs/BdoyEBjQU5k/s72-c/DSC03233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395776.post-2641301797430116139</id><published>2008-06-26T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:40:35.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>I am afraid of intimacy (in-to-me-I-see)because I fear failure.&lt;br /&gt;Failure of the self..&lt;br /&gt;The pressure to succeed devoured me entirely,&lt;br /&gt;so much as that I'd throw away anything where there was any sight of failing,&lt;br /&gt;or not meeting expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let others own my fate.&lt;br /&gt;The expectation is nothing but my own.. and I can't be self defeating.&lt;br /&gt;So first step, love myself, again.&lt;br /&gt;I did once upon a time, but I betrayed myself.&lt;br /&gt;And it's gotten to me, I can never trust myself again.&lt;br /&gt;To love is also to trust.&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew, and spoke these words, but never followed:&lt;br /&gt;To love, you must first love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't.&lt;br /&gt;I know this, from how I treat my parents, how I treat myself, and how I treat the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love myself because I've told myself, unconsiously, I am a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not. I never was - never will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395776-2641301797430116139?l=emkay07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/2641301797430116139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395776&amp;postID=2641301797430116139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/2641301797430116139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/2641301797430116139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395776.post-656876177079737549</id><published>2008-06-22T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:34:28.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Rock Algae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF8zCICphwI/AAAAAAAAABU/A3aNAc_XusM/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214943005129672450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF8zCICphwI/AAAAAAAAABU/A3aNAc_XusM/s320/DSC00898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is me.. and Kim Jong Ill.. she's an alien. Look at my stance, my body is all lopsided.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF8zCIIgbTI/AAAAAAAAABc/VGTgfMrKtO0/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214943005154241842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF8zCIIgbTI/AAAAAAAAABc/VGTgfMrKtO0/s320/DSC00902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the parental and Jeff. then me. and a really big white rock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt; So we went to White Rock today, with absolutely no plan. I wonder what it is people who go there plan anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just a beach... whatever. We ate ice cream, first thing, because I was dying of heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Kelly, the alien.. we had fun pretty much joking most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Picking rocks, and trying to gross each other out. and more joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelly:"I always wanted to be an astronaut, for four years since I came here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mel:"Really? Wow, that's like.. real hard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelly:"I wanted to find the aliens, and protect the Earth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mel:"Oh you mean, you wanted to find your family..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kelly:"Nooooo.. my family is in Korea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mel:"Your an alien."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And there was this guy who was balancing these huge rocks on top of each other.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;like amazingly on the tips of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder why they never fell down from the wind? and no, he didn't use glue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but the crazy alien said in her very monotonous accent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want to knock down those rocks. They're blocking my view."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;she said with a straight face.. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I climbed the white rock.. but I didn't know how to get down!!! Too scared of splinters to use the log.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So some hindu guy.. told me to hang off and jump so he'd catch me. Hells no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not going to like some pervert rub me the wrong way. lol so i told him to put his hands up and hold my shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;teeeheheheheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;then sushi, where some LGs were being rude.. so I showed them =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;the end. grocery shopping, then here. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's been soooo long since I've had a full day out. I feel kinda good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF8x1s2SKRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/o_233wWgfmE/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF8x14E6SmI/AAAAAAAAABA/cX0d3nZcwp0/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395776-656876177079737549?l=emkay07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/656876177079737549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395776&amp;postID=656876177079737549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/656876177079737549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/656876177079737549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/2008/06/white-rock-algae.html' title='White Rock Algae'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF8zCICphwI/AAAAAAAAABU/A3aNAc_XusM/s72-c/DSC00898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395776.post-6747496708018492498</id><published>2008-06-22T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:00:48.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I'm going to start</title><content type='html'>Hopefully I actually stick with it this time eh?&lt;br /&gt;I mean blogging sure helps..&lt;br /&gt;uhm nothing to say now.&lt;br /&gt;really blur.&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31395776-6747496708018492498?l=emkay07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/6747496708018492498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395776&amp;postID=6747496708018492498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/6747496708018492498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/6747496708018492498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-guess-im-going-to-start.html' title='I guess I&apos;m going to start'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31395776.post-1480179560003697131</id><published>2007-09-15T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T06:18:57.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>begins it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HALT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drop everything you perceive as&lt;br /&gt;true and objective,&lt;br /&gt;right now.......... #@!$%&amp;amp;?&lt;br /&gt;and set a blank sheet of crisp linen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idealistic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;imperialistic, and ever so aggravatingly skeptic - like me =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shhh!&lt;/span&gt; Be quiet, listen, and you might hear it: a silent screaming echoing through the emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything can be seen as a word. We have to look at the right words, in our own dictionary. And if one chooses to start seeing everything as words, their words - well - then it only be natural that meaning will subsequently follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is seen intolerable at first, will then show up everywhere, and thus lead to the gradual seeping into society’s fluid, mixing in and setting in as the catalyst for the unspeakable.&lt;br /&gt;It is in my notion that, all that we claim to be ugly now, will, in turn, emerge glorious again. The world, it will then leisurely rekindle itself, emanating it‘s familiar, majestic- brilliantly unfathomable- all so very august and horrendous beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common sense is for common people. With ideas there are no limitations to only commonalities, for me, there are no senses-only perception- only the mind, only for the ideas.... Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"It is a dark, cool, quiet place. A basement in your soul. And that place can sometimes be dangerous to the human mind. I can open the door and enter that darkness, but I have to be very careful. I can find my story there. Then I bring that thing to the surface, into the real world." -Haruki Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Just because someone says it's art, does it make it art?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The right people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;and who are they..?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;- Mona Lisa Smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;kick, turn, swivel squat down and shoot up, up, and away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think, therefore I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;writing, writers, writes. read, reading, i've read.&lt;br /&gt;haruki murakami,jack kerouac, and aldous huxley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Booming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;flowing out of the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;onto the blankness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;seeping beneath my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well." -Peter Ustinov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;"It exists, because our ideas perceive so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    Only the ideas we directly perceive are real, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;there are no material objects."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    - David Hume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;moi? something, sumthin, de jour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i like tunes: like that theme song to buffy the vampire slayer, the final countdown, rocketman, white rabbit, and much more.Anything else? Anything more? ... it's all there. just think. :cool: I would like to think that all of my interactions trail a minuscule, if not, deeply seeded, lingering remark- I mean- that's my intent anyway. I'll lend you one of my pens- but all the glorious lines, words.. transcending art- whatever creation that emanates from it, its gotta be you. Foster a feeling, and devour it to what seems appetizing, and let it nourish impending thoughts. For me, I speak to listen- not to my own voice- but to whomever is willingly listening. Talking , I think--No- Any communication! in any way, shape or form; sharing in retrospect, borrowing ideas, transcending your own memory : they're all fuel for burning. The only fuel that ignites us. The past, that's the fuel, that's what we run on, that's what urges us to communicate: to ourselves, to the world, to the infinite- never ending thoughts. We've to only sit down, and wander. Borrow a thought, like if somebody tossed a seed onto fresh soil, like borrowing that act and then examine it, nurture it, make it ones own plant. Water it, feed it the right fertile, and allow the sun to seep into it's roots, so all darkness can be floundered out. Grow, grow, grow. Develop, flourish, into something gallant, go and be like some brilliant light shining off a first place ribbon, of a flower arranging competition. Grow a beanstalk! skylining, of course, and fight off the giant on top. What I mean is: someone lend me a pen.&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/31395776-1480179560003697131?l=emkay07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/feeds/1480179560003697131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31395776&amp;postID=1480179560003697131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/1480179560003697131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31395776/posts/default/1480179560003697131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emkay07.blogspot.com/2007/09/begins-it.html' title='begins it'/><author><name>Emkay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16187973610409420464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_637Acjzajtk/SF36G4AJYBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/deHxWZt75to/S220/DSC00634.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
