<?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-6268456</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:32:22.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Works for Coffee only coffee no tea please only coffee...</title><subtitle type='html'>always awake, always dreaming&lt;br&gt;
never alive yet more alive than ever&lt;br&gt;
seeing worlds where there were none&lt;br&gt;
my day is your night,&lt;br&gt;
your night is my day&lt;br&gt;
in a playground of insanity,&lt;br&gt;
a universe inside out,&lt;br&gt;
that's where you'll find me.&lt;br&gt;
standing as one in a crowd of a zillion.&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Raa</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>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-117605095727321469</id><published>2007-04-08T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T00:49:17.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting carried away</title><summary type='text'>yes getting carried away animating the feet O_o taking a short break now... pretty zonked out. i'm supposed to be doign key framing!! O_O but yes. getting carried away with the bits. well what can you expect righT? I'm animating my Bits after all. They want to do this and they want to do that, or why not do this or do that....? BLAalalblbblblblblblaLBAlalalalbbBBaaBB!! ok and on with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/117605095727321469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/117605095727321469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#117605095727321469' title='getting carried away'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-117078668370091207</id><published>2007-02-06T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T02:31:23.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's Ark</title><summary type='text'>Noah's Ark Came to my house one daywith all his animalsand then he took me away      [CocoRosie]My camera exploded. Yes, with a loud pop and a great white flash, it happens. I dont always use it, but still it's quite uncomfortable not having it there ... since it took a trip to repair shop and probably won't be back till 2 months after. Warped batteries, said the lady, Look! Wells. Ok, I'm just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/117078668370091207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/117078668370091207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117078668370091207' title='Noah&apos;s Ark'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-116904063751995846</id><published>2007-01-17T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:30:37.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Gathering</title><summary type='text'>There was a little black bird that flew downall the way down from Cloud City, to find that the evening Gathering had already begun.Reports, laments and tales from little oneswho had seen everything and sometimes nothing.Now this little black bird, he was in a great great hurry,For there were matters that couldn't tarry."Brothers! Sisters!" Cawed he, wings a-ruffled, With the dust of Cloud City </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116904063751995846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116904063751995846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116904063751995846' title='The Last Gathering'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-116888896637703458</id><published>2007-01-15T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T03:22:46.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As it is</title><summary type='text'>Under satin sheets and between over-coloured curtainsI have not tried, I have not tried. Taste is but sawdust in my mouth,Moldy old sawdust, unwanted, unneeded...Like a sunset through tinted glassand a path famed trodden but not.The mask that peels off after the first act, and pieced back together, likeit was meant to be, supposed to be, true as the beam within which the Harlequin stands.I am a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116888896637703458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116888896637703458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116888896637703458' title='As it is'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-116844778449026715</id><published>2007-01-11T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:49:44.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aah! It's one of those.</title><summary type='text'>Over the fence and through the ditch, you see a beaten path which you thought was the path less trodden. A puff of white so faint to the eye flashes past and through; What that was, no body knows... Into the trees and beating back the eyeless creatures with teeth thin as pine, you stumble upon the puff, though it's not quite a puff but rather a red balloon. How you saw it as white, Nobody knows..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116844778449026715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116844778449026715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116844778449026715' title='Aah! It&apos;s one of those.'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-116828482423431150</id><published>2007-01-09T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T03:33:44.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this pic probably summarizes my whole dec. Ok, I took that shot just after training. It was raining. Cold to humid, my lens fogged up. But I liked that it fogged up. so there. Took 2 others before the batt died from trying to focus on the fog. carthiel.multiply.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116828482423431150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116828482423431150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116828482423431150' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-116672861795352078</id><published>2006-12-21T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T03:16:57.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello and hello again. </title><summary type='text'>I cant afford to slip into emo-ness. Well it's true that shooting's probably the thing keeping me away from being all emo and stuff... i've got to snap out of it if i'm ever to shoot properly again. cos right now it's pretty much screwed up... i tried that day, but it was like being 2 people at the same time. that was probably the worst of it... didn't bloody know what I was doing with the gun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116672861795352078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116672861795352078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116672861795352078' title='hello and hello again. '/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-116643035084399176</id><published>2006-12-18T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T16:25:50.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been drinking stuff for the past 2 nites. and i keep feeling screwed up in the sense that i know that i'm screwed up because i'm screwing myself up, and i actually sort of enjoy screwing myself up. like shit that;s so immature. it's always about me being me and ... just me. hey i'm selfish. woke up this morning with things not feeling quite right, like screw the world, just let me live in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116643035084399176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116643035084399176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116643035084399176' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-116593364538099859</id><published>2006-12-12T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:27:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>November dissappeared. Oops! There it goes. Somehow the world doesnt quite turn the same way anymore, my head doesnt quite fit like it used to. It's like watching my life go on behind a stained shop window. I don't know what I'm thinking of anymore, and I find myself wondering what's going on in my head and wondering why I'm wondering what's going on in my head, and then hell, maybe I should just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116593364538099859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116593364538099859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116593364538099859' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-116066782335223960</id><published>2006-10-12T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:43:43.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look over there. In a corner of your world sits a man with a painted face, splotches of red, blue, yellow and sometimes white. There he is, smiling to himself, talking to himself, and changing the colours on his face. He should get some mental help maybe, put him right again they would; it's not safe for him to wander about alone. There are 3 types of characters in this world(well in my world at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116066782335223960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/116066782335223960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116066782335223960' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-115990167708492073</id><published>2006-10-04T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:35:23.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is a cellar in a flat, and in that cellar a cat squeaks like a mouse as it is killed by a bird. In that cellar the walls are glass and you realise that it's not really a cellar but the garden of a penthouse perched on the spire of a city like a hawk watching its prey and you are its eyes. Watch, search, scrutinize, but how much can one see from such a height? One may look like a hawk, act </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115990167708492073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115990167708492073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115990167708492073' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-115966855650899129</id><published>2006-10-01T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:09:16.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>October the First. It is morning, and I'm afraid morning has come to soon. Morning does remind one of mourning, does it not? I would have liked to steal away a bit of Time, from that huge bag of Times. But I regretfully admit that I, who had once believed myself capable, has been unable to find the coveted Bag of Time. Perhaps I am going about it the wrong way. I have forgotten about the raft </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115966855650899129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115966855650899129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115966855650899129' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-115895083909964003</id><published>2006-09-23T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T02:47:19.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Von 99 Luftballons, Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont...</title><summary type='text'>Thus cometh the day when my heart responds no more to idle banter; Neither flutter nor jitter will stir my soul,Much less my heart;Thus shall the Moon shine forth frombehind the swollen CloudsTo reveal her dress of radiance, The well of wishes unspoken, ancient dreamings,private memories those eyes have seen; Those billion twinklings of hope,Brethren to His Star of a time too long past, "Here was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115895083909964003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115895083909964003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115895083909964003' title='Von 99 Luftballons, Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont...'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-115798820150053126</id><published>2006-09-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:23:22.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming...</title><summary type='text'>I think.... I dream... I don't dream in very much colour. My dreams come and go, I remember them and I forget them, but I know a recurring dream when it recurrs though I may never remember it exactly. But I do know that I get nightmares at least twice a week, and it's always the same thing. Some people dream of falling just before they fall asleep, they say it's a change of mental state when that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115798820150053126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115798820150053126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115798820150053126' title='Dreaming...'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-115635075715390534</id><published>2006-08-24T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T00:32:37.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our entire life is just one big illusion. Ha! At the beginning of our lives, we were given a huge, brand new, uncoloured colouring book and a pretty set of crayons to colour it with. We spend a couple of years colouring it in, filling in all the pictures with pretty colours. One day, someone comes along and colours over one of your pictures. You marvel at the newly discovered beauty of that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115635075715390534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115635075715390534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115635075715390534' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-115635020085189912</id><published>2006-08-24T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T00:23:20.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our entire life is just one big illusion. Ha! At the beginning of our lives, we were given a huge, brand new, uncoloured colouring book and a pretty set of crayons to colour it with. We spend a couple of years colouring it in, filling in all the pictures with pretty colours. One day, someone comes along and colours over one of your pictures. You marvel at the newly discovered beauty of that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115635020085189912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115635020085189912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115635020085189912' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-115575095507968011</id><published>2006-08-17T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T01:55:55.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bottle caps and butter cups, stained glass and soiled plants. I'm a lazy, lazy git. Haa!I'm keeping the tradition, my obscene obsessionwith writing in prose,writing in stanzas,fingers numb with cold, yet not cold enough to render them dead. And so too bad it be,that thou must readthat ich muss du torture, with words that make no sense and verses that do not rhyme.Aye, this be my blog,Ya, das ist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115575095507968011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115575095507968011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115575095507968011' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-115375939439382881</id><published>2006-07-25T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:43:14.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I wrote on a rooftop in London.</title><summary type='text'>Uh. Please don't think too much about this. It was written pretty much on the spur of the moment.Bella Notre. It is a lovely night, a lover's night,made exclusively for two, no more, no less. I am the more and I am the less. A lovely night, a lonely night;No, not a night. Twas a fortnight.I lean against the stony wall,I press my body against it,I run my fingers over it, Butterfly fingers, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115375939439382881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115375939439382881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115375939439382881' title='Something I wrote on a rooftop in London.'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-115074322612469076</id><published>2006-06-20T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T02:53:46.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going off to Bintan tmrw, bright and early...for me at least. This is probably one of my normal posts. Rambling, whining, complaining, asking why, asking where. Where where where where am I? What the bloody hell am I doing? I don't know. I don't know where I am right now. My mind's in one place but it wants to go some place else, but I want it to stay in one place, and that one place is one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115074322612469076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/115074322612469076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115074322612469076' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-114986378777341408</id><published>2006-06-09T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:08:11.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Munich...</title><summary type='text'>Through ice and smoke, and cream-coloured puffsOf dragons, lions, so many lions. Lions of Silver, lions in suits, lions in lipstick, lions and lions. Before the golden cukoo we stand in awe,Mouth agape, fingers pointing atThe mechanical wonder, an ancient troupe. Ding Dong,Ding Dong,Round and round, We're lost. We're dressed in jackets, wrapped in scarvesWe're off to see the lions!  "But they're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/114986378777341408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/114986378777341408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114986378777341408' title='Munich...'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-114685451927049742</id><published>2006-05-06T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:41:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There was a golem...</title><summary type='text'>There once was a half-made golem that dreamt. It dreamt of life, and it dreamt of living. Sometimes it even dreamt of dying. It loved the Sky, the stones and the trees. It loved people most of all, but our golem just never did get round to living as it was moulded to do. So it spent its days dreaming... "I am a golemhalf-completed, half-constructed,heart of metal, soul of wood. I wear the flesh, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/114685451927049742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/114685451927049742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114685451927049742' title='There was a golem...'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-114459953577640278</id><published>2006-04-10T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:18:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi. um... i know it's been a really long time since i last blogged. i think it's silly to wonder outloud if there's still anyone reading this .. cos you're reading it, arent you? unless it's myself. hHaha O_o i tihnk i'm going to start a proper journal. copy down all my fav old posts and put them in too. yep. when i have the time....I had a strange dream last night. It's one of those dreams where</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/114459953577640278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/114459953577640278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114459953577640278' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-114088365792742397</id><published>2006-02-25T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:07:38.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am lost, I am lost, I am willingly lost. I've lost myself to reason, I've lost myself to dreams. I'm lost, oh so happily lost.I'm lost in feeling lost, oh what does one call a feeling such as that? I raise my eyes and search,and those of the Sky look down upon me from their magnificent ships,their steeds and their homes. When may I come up? When may I join you? I askover and over again. Not yet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/114088365792742397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/114088365792742397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114088365792742397' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-113700097117710555</id><published>2006-01-12T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T01:36:11.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day Reflection and Shadow abandon us</title><summary type='text'>the rain has blurred it all. shadows, and reflections are distorted. we're defined by our shadows and reflections aren't we? aren't they proof of our existence? today was just queer... it's been raining so much that every mirror that i came across was blurred. Even the shadows are twisted by thte onslaught of rain. today was the day we all existed as shadows. anyways there was this crazy guy on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113700097117710555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113700097117710555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113700097117710555' title='the day Reflection and Shadow abandon us'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-113665973770249399</id><published>2006-01-08T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T02:48:57.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guten Tag! i'm blogging for the sake of blogging, to keep this blog alive and KickinG. punching if u will. or biting. i'd much rather prefer bitinG.. RARrRAArARaARARARAraR! aRrrMMM mARM MArm MArm ... cOOooOKEEEEEE! ok first week of sch just passed, training's bad again. first class of animation and already we're given 2 things to animaTE... WHeeEeeEEe~ didn't realise how many drawings it took </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113665973770249399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113665973770249399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113665973770249399' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-113492804141263437</id><published>2005-12-19T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:47:21.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in a garden.</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of the year again. People are starting to reminisce (i think it's spelt like that) and reflect... i guess it's the "end" thing... we always seek closure somehow .. to comfort ourselves, to boost ourselves.. to make new masks to suit the times... not that I'm doing that very much anymore.. well, at least not as bad as this time last year.. haHAha i wore a peculiar mask then. I wore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113492804141263437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113492804141263437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113492804141263437' title='Sitting in a garden.'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-113397195217086564</id><published>2005-12-07T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:12:32.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The shadows cringe and writhe dying in the golden glowAt the edge of the world I reach and I reach and I reachBut the golden chariot passes, Too brilliant to see, Too hot to touchI stand on the tip of a beamSwaying and swaying and swayingOh how small they look from here!I see the shadows of the Kings in the skyThe underbellies of their vesselsBrilliant and perfectPerfect in all their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113397195217086564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113397195217086564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113397195217086564' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-113380434472572797</id><published>2005-12-06T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T01:39:04.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There and Back again: by Raa the Hobbit</title><summary type='text'>I've stayed here before moving into my old house, and now i'm staying here again while waiting for the new house to be done. this place is like an inn, a stop over, a transition house. my grandma's house. it's pretty big~ so it fits quite alot of people =) grandma, uncle, cousin and wife, and my family of 4. but it's kinda cramped. right now i'm living off a suitcase (and i'm goign to be for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113380434472572797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113380434472572797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113380434472572797' title='There and Back again: by Raa the Hobbit'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-113294219596926583</id><published>2005-11-26T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T02:09:56.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been a long time since i've posted... again.. art hist just ended today, and now i'm fRee! well... sort of. moving house this week. really going to miss this place... been staying here for 10 years... stilll remember the first day here O_o and i still remember the smell of the house when it was new. so many changes this year... nothing's the same as before. Old dog died early in the year, grandma</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113294219596926583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113294219596926583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113294219596926583' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-113167941087947795</id><published>2005-11-11T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T11:23:30.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been waiting for Godot for the past night and morn O_o waiting waiting... waiting for ... waiting. that's the essence of our sad, sad lives. hahaHA O_o we're just passing the time. yes, yes, just passing the time. pushing a boulder up a hill only to have it fall back on us just before it reaches thte peak over and over and over and over and over and... gAaAAhHH!! O_o what are we doing here, that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113167941087947795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113167941087947795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113167941087947795' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-113000219292118831</id><published>2005-10-23T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:01:47.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a puppet in the closet...</title><summary type='text'>there was once a girl who lived on the far side of town. the far side of town isn't anywhere around where you or I live, neither is it in a pond, nor a tree. But still, it's the far side of town, and it's as far as the town gets. The girl was happy, and ever so happy she was! But, as we all know, happiness is the most volatile substance on earth, and one day it just vanished in a puff of pink </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113000219292118831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/113000219292118831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113000219292118831' title='a puppet in the closet...'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112937634403343923</id><published>2005-10-15T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:39:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENOUGH. stOP it.</title><summary type='text'>First, a word from our sponsors...STOP fighting on my tag board. PLEASE let's not stir the stale shit...thank you.and now on with the post. went to nj for open house this morning, supposed to be there at 10 but reached at 11 plus O_o kinda quiet for open house this year.. O_o hm.then went for training.... shot badly cos i was sleepy... really need to sleep. promised yun that i'm goign to sleep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112937634403343923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112937634403343923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112937634403343923' title='ENOUGH. stOP it.'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112905217903337155</id><published>2005-10-12T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T01:36:19.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>standing at the border...</title><summary type='text'>i feel strangely awake. i feel so awake that it's unreal... like i'm tired and i know i'm tired and yet i feel so awake. like when u drink coffee when you're really really tired and it works on you. it's like the sunlight shining on a wall after its been reflected off a mirror. hehEhhe i don;t make sense and i cant make sense... my brain feels dispersed. esp when it comes to lit and hist. never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112905217903337155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112905217903337155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112905217903337155' title='standing at the border...'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112835361517151784</id><published>2005-10-03T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:33:35.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it rain, let it rain...</title><summary type='text'>it is raining now, the cool rain of the night... better than rain in the day, or rain in the morning. rain in the morning is sad, rain in the afternoon makes you sleepy... but rain in the night is hypnotically beautiful. The scent that comes before the rain, the flashes of lightning in the distance accompanied by the majestic roar of thunder. the magnificent flourish before the children of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112835361517151784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112835361517151784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112835361517151784' title='let it rain, let it rain...'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112819360536312106</id><published>2005-10-02T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T03:06:45.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i close my eyes... when i close my eyes i see a land.a land of blue and green; a land of blue, purple, red and yellow. a land with a night sky. a real one, not like the one above our heads here. the desert sand, a tapestry of rivers, and nothing but a great feeling of home that engulfs. It is as real as i want it to be, as real as i wish it. As real as I wish it. There is a story teetering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112819360536312106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112819360536312106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112819360536312106' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112740129516136253</id><published>2005-09-22T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:01:35.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i 've read.</title><summary type='text'>we think we know what we know. we tell ourselves over and over that we know what we know, and what we're doign is right. or somewhat right. whatever, it doesn't matter. shit O_o stop fighting on my tag board. i've read the blog. just because we know ourselves that we can see what others intend to hide.. hell you're not the only one. humans are humans. we know when other humans are wearing masks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112740129516136253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112740129516136253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112740129516136253' title='i &apos;ve read.'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112740122911194520</id><published>2005-09-22T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:00:29.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we think we know what we know. we tell ourselves over and over that we know what we know, and what we're doign is right. or somewhat right. whatever, it doesn't matter. shit O_o stop fighting on my tag board. i've read the blog. just because we know ourselves that we can see what others intend to hide.. hell you're not the only one. humans are humans. we know when other humans are wearing masks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112740122911194520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112740122911194520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112740122911194520' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112689593841859734</id><published>2005-09-17T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T02:38:58.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of bubbles and butterfliES~</title><summary type='text'>There is a land of Blue and Green some place far away, but close enough if you will it, where everyone is invited. One can get there either by floating or falling into it, simple as that! (and I'm not bluffing!) Oh no, it's not heaven, but maybe you'll end up there when you're dead. I don't know. It's a land where both the living and the dead meet, a splendid place, no? In the land of Blue and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112689593841859734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112689593841859734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112689593841859734' title='Of bubbles and butterfliES~'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112628882996680674</id><published>2005-09-10T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T02:00:29.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irritation.</title><summary type='text'>i'm irritated. what cause? no cause. actualyl there is a cause. but whatever. i'm irritated..i hate it when people say things they dont mean. i hate it when people say things to mask a motive. i hate it when people say things when they bloody dont know me. i hate it most of all when people say things to make it seem like they care just to get  what they want.damn it. sorry. someone hit a nerve.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112628882996680674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112628882996680674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112628882996680674' title='irritation.'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112628785131065960</id><published>2005-09-10T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:44:11.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irritation.</title><summary type='text'>i'm irritated. what cause? no cause. actualyl there is a cause. but whatever. i'm irritated..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112628785131065960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112628785131065960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112628785131065960' title='irritation.'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112619117600528156</id><published>2005-09-08T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:52:56.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramble ramble ramble</title><summary type='text'>what does it mean to exist? we all try so hard to exist... maybe that's what makes life so worth living...a person is a concept. a person can't really be considered a physical being, but rather an intangible concept. the physical thing u see is just a piece of highly detailed and decorated piece of meat. the ppl that u love and hate don't exist in reality, but rather exist as a concept in your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112619117600528156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112619117600528156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112619117600528156' title='ramble ramble ramble'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112602941847774389</id><published>2005-09-07T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T01:56:58.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the point of being pointless</title><summary type='text'>today we were talking about pointless things lying pointlessly in pointless places. like bicycles charging against a dead slope, like a 3 wall enclosure with nothing to enclose... like a red brick wall that's as red as a brick-red crayola crayon (O_o?!). like that. a pointless tile on a pointless pavement on a pointless field. pointless pointless pointless. heehee ^_^so what's the whole point? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112602941847774389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112602941847774389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112602941847774389' title='the point of being pointless'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112588769071431793</id><published>2005-09-05T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:34:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>na na  na na na na na~</title><summary type='text'>1,2,3, 1,2,3 ... and twirl and slide, slide.... got to keep in time with the beat... can't fall out of step with the troupe.... 1,2,3, 1,2,3... and twirl and slide, slide... can't stop, can't fall...1,2,3, 1,2,3... and twirl and slide, slide... 1,2,3, 1,2,3... and twirl and slide, slide... SHIT! I pick myself off the floor. I think that must have been the 3rd time i've fallen this year... oh but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112588769071431793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112588769071431793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112588769071431793' title='na na  na na na na na~'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112498870086495549</id><published>2005-08-26T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:51:40.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is turning bad... do you mind?</title><summary type='text'>i know u cant' see my backgrd image... the server deleted my account cos i've been neglecting it. bleah. what am i supposed to do? check on it every month? haiz O_o so troublesome. I'll do it sme other time. Ok i tihnk i'm about falling sick. maybe i wont if i sleep early today. like now. hm. ok 5 more min. 4d class today. I love 4D! =D watched this insanely surreal film called Daisies. it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112498870086495549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112498870086495549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112498870086495549' title='the world is turning bad... do you mind?'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112464945020991319</id><published>2005-08-22T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T02:37:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life thru a magnifying glass....</title><summary type='text'>i don't want to remember. i thought i'd buried it all. but it keeps coming back. it keeps coming back to haunt me! why won't it go away? why won't it leave me in peace? i'm making myself remember. or maybe i've become so used to it that it's become a part of me. its become a pathetic part of myself that i can't seem to get rid of no matter how much i try. it just keeps coming back. and it's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112464945020991319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112464945020991319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112464945020991319' title='life thru a magnifying glass....'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112456542606736075</id><published>2005-08-21T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T03:17:06.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the peach and the parasite.</title><summary type='text'>there once was a peach that grew big and round, but it was a peach like any other, with a layer of soft flesh wrapped around a hard impenetrable pit. one day, a bug saw the peach and decided to make it its home. The little bug dug into the soft sweet flesh, and was happy. The peach now had a friend, so it too was happy (how ever strange that may sound). Eventually the bug burrowed until it hit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112456542606736075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112456542606736075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112456542606736075' title='the peach and the parasite.'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112447738065224467</id><published>2005-08-20T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:49:40.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PoP!</title><summary type='text'>another out of the blue posT~! =D yAyyyy when was the last time i postE?D hm.... i'm having increasing difficulty remembering stuffs now haAs~ lalalallla O_o i was at the range on .... cant rememer which day when yang yang asked me how old i was and i immediately replied 17 .. haAs O_o then i remembered that i'm 19. laLAlala i'm really sleepy now... o_o ... just saying whatewver and thinking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112447738065224467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112447738065224467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112447738065224467' title='PoP!'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112377696871447761</id><published>2005-08-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T00:16:08.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i shouldn't be blogging....</title><summary type='text'>that's right, every cell in my entire being is screaming their little imaginary heads off to try get me to stop blogging now. whY? because i'm supposed to be working noW~ arGH only did 4 dot drawings today... mmmmm O_oin my grandma's place now (my mom's mom) ... drawing. ahA~ what's thiS? O_O my finger and toe nails have grown! i juts cut them like 3 days ago O_olaLAllALAllalalalaa... oh i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112377696871447761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112377696871447761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112377696871447761' title='i shouldn&apos;t be blogging....'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112350240897139239</id><published>2005-08-08T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:21:53.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting in the kitchen on a day like any other, listening to .....</title><summary type='text'>fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads,fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, YUMMM! In the morning, laughing, happy fish headsIn the evening, floating in the soup!fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads,fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, YUMMM! Ask the fish heads anything you want to, they won't answer, they can't talk!fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads,fish heads, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112350240897139239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112350240897139239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112350240897139239' title='sitting in the kitchen on a day like any other, listening to .....'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112326576705724037</id><published>2005-08-06T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T02:16:07.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GARRr!!</title><summary type='text'>gd morning~! it's 2.10am in the morn, and i'm trying to finish drawing my 4th hand... only my 4th O_o ... 6 more to go! BUT. before i could finish my 4th, the stupid table lamp started flickering... and then it just shut itself off. i tried shifting it, and i t relighted itself. yay? NAY. damn light wouldn't stay on. so i tried screwing on the bulb more tightly cos it felt a little loose to me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112326576705724037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112326576705724037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112326576705724037' title='GARRr!!'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112323250896926846</id><published>2005-08-05T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T17:01:48.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in yun's room....</title><summary type='text'>ended class at 1430 today.... and my brain's still in a state of denial with respect to all the work that i've got coming my way.... llaaalallaaalala what homework? that's homework? hehehe but it's more fun than jc work ya~! =D  hm;... lets see... had my coffee today~! coffee in the morning never felt so  gooood =D anyways.... yesterday was singapore open... O_o underperformed again. 388 .. been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112323250896926846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112323250896926846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112323250896926846' title='in yun&apos;s room....'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112300219209612896</id><published>2005-08-03T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T01:03:12.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With a dull grind and a halt....</title><summary type='text'>Tumbling, spinning, and tangled, I am thrown up onto the beach by the sea that has grown sick of me. Feeling solid ground for the first time in a long time, i didn't mind lying face down in the warm summer sand of the golden beach. i was enjoying the feel of the earth so much that i did not notice the gentle tugging on the sleeve of my sun-bleached shirt. Lifting my heavy head from the sand, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112300219209612896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112300219209612896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112300219209612896' title='With a dull grind and a halt....'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112265660008787676</id><published>2005-07-30T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T01:03:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfection of imperfection...</title><summary type='text'>the world is imperfect. nothing is ever perfect unless ur in paradise ya (but who knows, it might just be as imperfect as this world.) but it's the imperfection of this world that makes it so beautiful... stunningly beautiful. the gaping crack in the path, the rusted and flaking railings, that little puddle of spit at the bottom of the grimy stairs and the "my-life-is-shitty" faces of the people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112265660008787676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112265660008787676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112265660008787676' title='the perfection of imperfection...'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112248779410506993</id><published>2005-07-28T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T02:09:54.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's a song that's been playing at the back of my head the whole day, but i have not been able to catch its tune. it's like an annoying itch somewhere in the folds of my brain that i can't reach. all i hear is but a ghost of a song and nothing more...anyways, that aside... i met this foreign lady on the mrt today, a lecturer from somewhere... O_o .. but anyways, the mrt was a little wierd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112248779410506993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112248779410506993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112248779410506993' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112221794408755778</id><published>2005-07-24T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:12:24.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>july monthly shoot...</title><summary type='text'>today was july mthly shoot~! okok ... lots of confusion there cos many ppl thought that it was nexxt sun.. O_o i thought so too, till uncle james mentioned it on tues after the nationals O_o yup. anyways, training this week has been fun... it felt so good to shoot again... i know i'm lazy and usually dont feel like training... but once i get started and into the flow of it... mmmmmmmmmmm ^_^ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112221794408755778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112221794408755778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112221794408755778' title='july monthly shoot...'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112179420897034870</id><published>2005-07-20T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T01:30:08.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dreamed..</title><summary type='text'>i had a dream today, that she would come visit me. i've been lying here for oh so long... and it's been cold here in my box... oh so cold. they piled others on top of me, others who had others to go with. but not me... i've been all alone these past 2 weeks. all alone in the dark. so when i dreamed about her coming, i was happy, so incredibly happy. finally. at last! only it wasn't a dream today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112179420897034870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112179420897034870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112179420897034870' title='i dreamed..'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112169493053807739</id><published>2005-07-18T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:55:30.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah.</title><summary type='text'>blah, splat, sleep. summarized: NUAh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112169493053807739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112169493053807739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112169493053807739' title='blah.'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112162341547592983</id><published>2005-07-18T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T02:03:35.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my new (maybe not so new) found friend...</title><summary type='text'>Today, like all the other days (well, most of them so far) since i've set sail, I find myself lying face up to the sky, contemplating once again. The morning breeze was cool on the face, the sprays gentle on the skin. perfect. it's always been perfect, just never really noticed it. i sit up for what seems like the first time in a long long time and see, for the very very first time, a companion. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112162341547592983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112162341547592983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112162341547592983' title='Meet my new (maybe not so new) found friend...'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112150454545270356</id><published>2005-07-16T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T17:02:25.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back and here again...</title><summary type='text'>just got back from uoc~! chin's much better now ya~ but a bit sian cos i couldnt' do alot of the fun stuff O_o like play rough games... water games... messy games and blah O_o couldn;t exaclty laugh as much i'd wanted cos counldn't smile too widely and same problem happened when it came to cheering... so ya O_o like that la. haiz.. so like that la ... couldn't get high enuff.. was too quiet... i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112150454545270356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112150454545270356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112150454545270356' title='back and here again...'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112122422846308935</id><published>2005-07-13T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T17:03:23.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Series of Unfortunate Events...</title><summary type='text'>i'm wasn't supposed to be here till this sat, but.............. over the past 2 weeks, a whole series of unfortunate events have taken place.. ok maybe not a very long series, but u get what i'm trying to say. last week my grandmother passed away... attended the wake and everything.. that was Tues-Thurs. Friday morning woke up with high fever, couldn't train again. Fri-Sun, concentrated on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112122422846308935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112122422846308935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112122422846308935' title='A Series of Unfortunate Events...'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112100994225149665</id><published>2005-07-10T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T02:18:23.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utter Raa-bish</title><summary type='text'>went to ntu today for pre camp stuffs~ met my orientation group... a fun bunch of ppl yEA~ ^_^ but i think i might have been too quiet.. mmmm O_o need to talk more! but sometimes i just don't know what to say... if u want to talk rubbish, by all means, i'll reply u with rubbish... it seems to be the only language i know .. raa bish ne? did banner painting.. and got exploited O_o haiz. was worried</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112100994225149665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112100994225149665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112100994225149665' title='Utter Raa-bish'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112091720364322200</id><published>2005-07-09T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T02:19:13.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off in la la land</title><summary type='text'>let's see.... i've slept a grand total of 16hrs, plus the 10 last nighht, which makes it 26 hrs!! wheeeeeee O_o it almost has the same effect as 2 cups of coffee. had a good restful sleep last night, no waking up in the middle of the night like the day before.. and i felt better in the morning ... forbidden to go for training by my parents and my sis... was coughing and sneezing the whole morning</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112091720364322200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112091720364322200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112091720364322200' title='A day off in la la land'/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112079864188753948</id><published>2005-07-08T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T12:57:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woke up this morning with a high fever and felt horribly dizzy ... got a bad flu again O_o supposed to go back to training today cos like i haven't been training for quite some time.. yup.. but from the look of things.. that's not going to happen. slept for 12 hrs last night (11pm ya! so early =D) but i still feel as tired as i did yesterday... can't  seem to focus properly on anything... and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112079864188753948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112079864188753948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112079864188753948' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112071587436306853</id><published>2005-07-07T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T13:57:54.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was a huge family gathering... both the gathering and the family. 8 children, 22 grandchildren (i'm the 21st) and 35 great grands. (that doesn't include the other two on the way). i met relatives i never knew i had, and saw cousins that i'd never seen before in my life. First cousins mind you. If ur still lost, well.. my grandmother passed away a couple of days ago. Heard stories about her and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112071587436306853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112071587436306853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112071587436306853' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112062612346473389</id><published>2005-07-06T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:19:32.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do birds suddenly appearEvery time you are near?Just like me, they long to beClose to you.Why do stars fall down from the skyEvery time you walk by?Just like me, they long to beClose to you.[Close to you, Carpenters.. go watch the Mirrormask version.]damn i've got a stiff neck...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112062612346473389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112062612346473389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112062612346473389' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112032748493459525</id><published>2005-07-03T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T12:59:18.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Half awake, half asleep, half alive, half dead. Lying on a wooden raft with a tiny canvas sail, yellowed by age and weather, face turned to the sky, the magnificent blue above - the sea of Heaven. Been here for days, floating about, not knowing, not really caring, just floating. I'm half full, half hungry, perhaps already half sane, half insane. Maybe not. Maybe there's land about, full of people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112032748493459525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112032748493459525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112032748493459525' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112014676692659043</id><published>2005-06-30T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:52:46.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went for ntu medical check up today... nothing much ... just a long long journey to the west on a millipede (aah~ i don't know how many wheels an mrt has) and back again. was supposed to go down to safra to watch the ips shoot, but by the time the medical was over it was like 11... so ya... it would have taken me more than an hr to get down to that place.. so ended up at orchard with yun, who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112014676692659043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112014676692659043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112014676692659043' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-112006210119964758</id><published>2005-06-30T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T00:21:41.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehe thanks all you who gave me encouragement.... i suppose that's what i needed really badly... hehe but then again... it's not really right, is it? i shouldn't be relying on encouragement to push me on yeA? that means that i've got to get stronger yea... and i'm going to work on it! really like to thank those ppl who talked to me and tried to help me ya ^_^ (esp my mine!!) well... i'm learning.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112006210119964758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/112006210119964758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112006210119964758' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111980630959175698</id><published>2005-06-27T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T01:18:29.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes my mind shows me flashes of things, bits of speech, and other rubbish. so much that sometimes it gets bloody irritating. i've decided to give my mind a name, and i've called it ma cow. hmmmm for those of u who are like going "wtH?" right now, it's something that popped up back in nj arc. yup so ma cow is smewhere in here directing me and nagging at me. ma cow has been rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111980630959175698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111980630959175698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111980630959175698' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111946222321092803</id><published>2005-06-23T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T01:43:43.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okies..... just bought a powerbook! yaY~ and i finally managed to get it to connect online! wheEeEeee ok... better hope the connection holds... hm.... got to figure out how to use both the pc and the mac simulateously online ya?... the new modem makes the connection for the pc even faster~! wheeeeEEEeeee so shiok... hehehe ^_^ dunno about the mac tho.. yup ... but the fonts i see here now are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111946222321092803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111946222321092803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111946222321092803' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111920459685063412</id><published>2005-06-20T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:02:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've tumbled out of the lush green fields that have ended all too abruptly. the ground is no longer soft and comforting, but rather cracked, powdery and cold. i now brush the sand from my dry tearing eyes, and take a good look at the world around me. unfamiliar. strangely unfamiliar and alien. did i take the wrong path back at the fork? too late to look back now, i tell myself. and i said that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111920459685063412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111920459685063412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111920459685063412' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111876469960391060</id><published>2005-06-14T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:58:19.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyhey~ haven't been able to update lately yea~ cos the hotel hasn't got a com and we only went to the net cafe like once in the whole trip.... kinda cos most of the time we ended up too lazy to really walk all the way down to that place... hehehe O_o i've been sleeping a damn lot here... like everytime i plop myself down on the nice fluffy bed my eyes start gettin lazy and they end up closed in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111876469960391060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111876469960391060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111876469960391060' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111815579417695272</id><published>2005-06-07T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:50:18.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyheyhey~ i'm in munich now yeaS... and ya... everyone like speaks german here... they know some english, but not exactly alot ya... O_o haiizz.. hehe even the keyboard's different. like the keyboard says "Y" but the com shows a "Z"...cos the com is under us standard i think ... or blogger, more like,... O_o yup yup.. typing blindly now whEeEEEEeE~~ anyways i'm sick! got a bad flu blew me nose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111815579417695272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111815579417695272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111815579417695272' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111787126300391415</id><published>2005-06-04T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T15:47:43.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>leaving for munich tonighT~ yep. everything's packed, arranged, organised.. i think .. it's time to really focus then.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111787126300391415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111787126300391415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111787126300391415' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111781906269180500</id><published>2005-06-04T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T01:17:42.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>perhaps the only thing more painful than pain itself is the inability to express that pain. every other problem that i see around me now just seems so petty, so...unjustifiable. they all seem so shallow, so meaningless... all those problems that the ppl around me complain of, stress over, whine over... those appear all too petty to me now... i'm sorry... it's not like i'm disgusted with those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111781906269180500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111781906269180500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111781906269180500' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111773257158479495</id><published>2005-06-03T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T01:16:11.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things in life hurt. no one ever said that life was pain-free... well if it was then we must all be in heaven, yes? some things are such that you'd rather keep it to yourself than to let it loose on the world.. some things hurt in such a way that they seem to be able to disable your vocal cords, leaving a person unable to let it out, allowing themselves to be slowly eaten from within. bite by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111773257158479495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111773257158479495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111773257158479495' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111764704694953500</id><published>2005-06-02T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T01:30:46.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>slack day today.... forgot that i cant train early tmrw! O_o forgot bout the nus shoot... eiZ .. can only train from 7pm onwards... and lanes are going to be hard to come by... O_o mmmmmmmm~ looks like i cant train on friday then yEA? got to go for japanese lessons at that time~! already going to miss another lesson next wk, so can afford to miss this one...literally. ^_^ ah wells... have to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111764704694953500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111764704694953500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111764704694953500' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111756074797948600</id><published>2005-06-01T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T01:32:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there i found him, wrapped in clear plastic, clean and bound on a bed of soft grey sponge. Carefully, I tore off the outer covering, and had the first good look at him. well... putting him and the previous one together, i could almost descirbe him as the more feminine of the two. somehow, somewhat different. Smoother and warmer to the touch perhaps, ... anyway, i took up my tools and adjusted him</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111756074797948600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111756074797948600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111756074797948600' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111747085326123127</id><published>2005-05-31T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:08:10.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gotta wake up early tmrw~! haiz... should i drink coffeE?? yup. maybe... just one cup ^_^ wheeeeEEEeeEEE~~think me eyes are gonna go if i keep staring at the com O_o ... been staring at it the whole day looking for songs. hey not illegal downloading ya? the songs i was looking at were on music.download.com... go there if u want songs from (experimental) artistes.. yup they havent produced any cds</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111747085326123127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111747085326123127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111747085326123127' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111728353984465475</id><published>2005-05-28T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T20:32:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mthly shoot tmrW~ seems like a long long time since i updated yeA? mmmmm... first off, i think messenger 7.0 is blardy screwed. it keeps hanging on me .. i mean if it wants to commit suicide, at leeast be considerate and do it after i'm done rigHT? &gt;_&lt; okies ... i'm done with the trilogy i was reading... so niCE~! but i dont think it's everyone's cup uf tea yeA.. it's fantasy. yep~ the Tir Alain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111728353984465475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111728353984465475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111728353984465475' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111674383675732708</id><published>2005-05-22T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T14:37:16.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>changed the look of my blog! was getting really tired of the old design.. and this time i drew the pic yea~ so fun =D hehehe maybe i should learn more html so i can do more stuffS ya?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111674383675732708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111674383675732708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111674383675732708' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111660756652613933</id><published>2005-05-20T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T00:46:06.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>books are better than comics. well that's what i think right now... in the sense that books are generally more stimulating for the imagination than comics (manga). comics are in 2d drawings... while books come in 3D. like a movie. i'd forgotten all about books till yun got me interested again.. hehehe ok i'm reading more than just neil gaiman books now. what sort of bookS? fantasy books... so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111660756652613933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111660756652613933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111660756652613933' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111642710544125124</id><published>2005-05-18T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:38:25.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh dear. i just did something stupid O_o i kinda wanted to make sure that my pencil drawing wouldn't get smudged.. so i kinda sprayed the fixative in the room. problem is... i kinda sprayed too much fixative... the room is kinda all closed up and the aircon is kinda on. O_O so sitting here is this room with fixative filling my nostrils... i think i'm kinda going to be sick and die. O_o or get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111642710544125124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111642710544125124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111642710544125124' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111624496175595939</id><published>2005-05-16T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:02:41.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Is that all there is?" she repeats, over and over again, after the character her book. "'Is that all there is?' he says.." It is a thought that scares her, drives her to confusion, and pushes her off the edge into a dark endless abyss of night. The thought that sums up everything in life, every possible experience, every crest and every trough... is that all there is? Suddenly life didn't seem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111624496175595939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111624496175595939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111624496175595939' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111614465726441886</id><published>2005-05-15T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:10:57.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back~! kk just came back from a cruise to nowhere~ yup ...feeling kinda lethargic now.. and fat. mostly fat. O_o free food everyday... about 5 meals a day? (i didn't eat all five)lazed around alot... yup.. -________- hehehe drank lots of hot choc, my father refused to drink cos he declared that "macho men don't drink hot chocolate!" haA~ O_o ya rite .. haiz. don't feel like blogging now. ^_^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111614465726441886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111614465726441886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111614465726441886' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111582232079345301</id><published>2005-05-11T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T01:17:59.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to cck to train today, ...sorta. had no sling... had no trigger. yes. Trigger. hehehe just an empty space where the trigger should be... but oh wells i was just pah-ing .. getting a feel of things yup. dont know how ppl pah without a sling.. it's damn tiring ya! O_o my left arm's like dead. dead as is dead sort of dead. yep. Aa~ but haven't felt that sort of thing for a long time ya! last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111582232079345301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111582232079345301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111582232079345301' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111556975923028902</id><published>2005-05-09T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T00:29:19.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>team event for rifle in sea games has been scrapped. but 50m prone for women is in~ hahaha i can almost hear the "i told you so"s coming O_o damn perhaps i should have gone and done 50m prone.. it's too late now..hahaha O_o so what now? they'll only want to send in ppl who stand a chance of brining back the gold yea.. mmmm...and if things stay the way they are now, most likely i wont be going in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111556975923028902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111556975923028902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111556975923028902' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111539924843371800</id><published>2005-05-07T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T01:07:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>perhaps people should be banned from reading books ... it seems that i've caught something from reading books.. and now i can't stop reading those nasty little packs of paper. i've gotten dreamier again... and i'm falling further and further away from reality. i suppose that's the best thing anyone can hope for, because who likes the real shit of reality? ok not everything about reality is shit(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111539924843371800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111539924843371800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111539924843371800' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111504878188241201</id><published>2005-05-02T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:46:21.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something from within the closet is knocking. this is the first time it decided to make its prescence known again after months and months of being locked up in that prison. so now i stare at that door - the door that was chained, barred, and oh hell, superglued to madness. The chains grow weak and rusty... not as strong as i thought they were when i first put them to use. In my sweaty palm rests </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111504878188241201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111504878188241201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111504878188241201' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111453511573368770</id><published>2005-04-27T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T01:05:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hm... morphine addict. hehe aren't we all natural-born morphine addicts then? we seek out joy and happiness, but are usually left unsatisfied even though we have them because we know that it'll never last. How do you enjoy something knowing that it'll come to an end sooner or later? missing something before it has gone missing. i suppose that's why people always say that the chase is always more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111453511573368770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111453511573368770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111453511573368770' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111444775826881396</id><published>2005-04-26T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T00:49:18.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>big mess up today... went all the way to fuhua to stand in front of a locked range cos there was some miscomm ya.. O_o haiz.. oh well ... spent the whole day popping in and out of my hse.. went swimming, then fuhua, then amk library, then serangoon circus O_o each time i went to a different place i went home to get stuff before leaving.. yeP~ haiizz.. hehehe O_o anyways, there was this lady on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111444775826881396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111444775826881396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111444775826881396' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111435968061455542</id><published>2005-04-25T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T00:21:20.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>april monthly shoot: 392. ok... thought i shot 390 tho... hm.. anyways, this shoot doesn't count cos they'll be taking the world cup score. yup. hmmmm... oh yah~! i haven't blogged bout this yet, but i got into sadm!! =D yAYyyyYY hehehe so happy ya~! was like bouncing all over te hse yesterday~ ... kept re-reading the letter to make sure that it really was the acceptance letteR~ heeeee =D oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111435968061455542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111435968061455542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111435968061455542' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111419661517855651</id><published>2005-04-23T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T03:03:35.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been too lazy to blog for the past couple of days... hehehe the habit's wearing off just like the blog craze yea? don't u think so? seems like no one really reads ppls blogs nowadays... and ppl dont update as often eitheR~ .. yup.. so what have i been up to? lets see... training, training... hm... oh that's right training too! ok lah not just training. been drawing for the nus portfolio O_o ya. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111419661517855651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111419661517855651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111419661517855651' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111332523371889782</id><published>2005-04-13T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T01:04:49.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back in singapore! ^_^ so tired ya~ but i refused to let myself sleep on the plane! &gt;_&lt; (well, also cos i usually can't sleep on the plane unless i'm like really tired) watched 3 movies on the trip back~ ..hm... watched i,robot... fighter in the wind, and les choristes... the music is damn nice ya.. for the last movie i mean~ =D ... spent the whole day travelling! woke up late this morning... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111332523371889782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111332523371889782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111332523371889782' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111323524687987510</id><published>2005-04-11T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:04:14.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehEY~ i'm back here agian! goin home tmrw... um later. yup... its 1am now and i'm supposed to leave the hotel at 4.30am for the bus to the air port.. hahaha so i gues u've realised that i'm not intending to sleep yeA? ^_^anways ..my shoot was today, yup~ and i shot... a personal besT!! =D whhEEeEEEe ok.. so it's jsut one point more than my last, but AAaaaA~~~!! so happy!! shot 393~ after my last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111323524687987510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111323524687987510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111323524687987510' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111305697998355811</id><published>2005-04-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T22:29:39.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right righT~ i'm in changwon now~! and inernet service is frEE!! hahaha ^_^ yup yup damn shiok! abyways, in case udidn't know... I CUT MY HAIR!! WaHaHAHhahaHaha so happy ^_^ it's a damn wierd and messy style right now yeA! aiya...the key board here's damn funny.. like all the keys are in funny places.. aHaHahA O_o yup. anyways.. the past few days have been rather normal.. been training and such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111305697998355811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111305697998355811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111305697998355811' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111259773749724467</id><published>2005-04-04T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T14:55:37.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heYHEY~ havent tagged in a bardly loong time yA? ^_^ whEeeeEe ok... free day again today! not working anymore.. O_o had to quit my job yea.. anyways, been training...got a new postion from coach~ yup..shooting a little better now.. only thing is for me to ge back my concentration yeA? tend to zone out during the last 2 series.. yep yep.. O_o that's the main problem right now.. still a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111259773749724467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111259773749724467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111259773749724467' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111211673238580828</id><published>2005-03-30T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T01:18:52.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there. it's done. done, done, done! the 10 min vid! ^_^ hehehe WhEeeEEee finally~! okok whether it's good enuff for them is another story yeA? haizzz.... really hope that i'll get into the course.. yup~ anyways, that aside.. i've also finally finished reading da vinci code! ^_^ hehehhe i know, i know it's already a damn old book... and like yun said, i started 2 million yrs  ago.. hehehehe but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111211673238580828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111211673238580828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111211673238580828' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111168689754559910</id><published>2005-03-25T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T01:54:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been feeling really tired since i got back last sun~ heheh that's part of the reason why i haven't updated my blog since then yea... the other reason's that i've been busy working on the stuff for ntu... O_o yep still doing it! that was the first thing i remembered when i got back.. O_o haiz.. it's like back to the real world after those 2 weeks in melbourne~ sort of miss it ya~ it was almost as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111168689754559910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111168689754559910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111168689754559910' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6268456.post-111089398824145378</id><published>2005-03-15T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T21:39:48.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back at the shop agian~ a little sleepy today... slept at 2 yesterday ..woke up at 6 this morn to watch the guys comp today... and didn't have a proper cup of coffee~ anyways... my shoot was yesterday~ and i crashed to a 374. tada. 20 point crash... it's like i'm running this race and i was getting faster and faster... then suddenly oops! i tripped over a stone... but it's ok, i stumbled a little</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111089398824145378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6268456/posts/default/111089398824145378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsuru.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111089398824145378' title=''/><author><name>Raa</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></entry></feed>
