<?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-12677581</id><updated>2012-01-26T10:07:19.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogerator</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-6675912762380914340</id><published>2012-01-25T12:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:07:19.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romping In The Badass Qing Era</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year, everyone! Here's wishing everyone 岁岁平安, 事事顺心!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been MIA for a while now because I was away in my Land of the Patecas to visit my dear friend, Gou Gou, and my favourite jack, BlackJack. Lady Fortune was not with me this time, but I still had a great time, just relaxing, enjoying a sorely missed company and having good food. It is not awesome to be back at work after 11 days of not being at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, drama of the hour is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img716.imageshack.us/img716/728/bbjx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;步步惊心 up to Episode 16... Kevin Cheng~~~ *goo goo eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third drama from China after 宫锁心玉, which some of you may know is the first China drama ever that I made the conscious decision to watch, as an adult. Not just because my grandma made me watch it with her. And I really liked it. &lt;a target=_blank href="http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_24.html"&gt;Read more about my first take on that series here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course, I was skeptical about watching 步步惊心 because of the all too similar premise of a modern girl ending up in the Qing Dynasty 300 years prior, and falling in love with both the 4th and 8th Princes of Emperor Kangxi's reign. Especially after reading up about it and finding out that the girl falls in love with 8th first then 4th, the opposite of what happened in 宫锁心玉, I was even more reluctant to ruin what was a good series in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even after I realised that 宫锁心玉 was actually loosely based on 步步惊心, originally a novel with its TV series in the works much earlier than 宫锁心玉, effectively classifying 宫锁心玉 into the copycat series, and one that stars one of the sexiest actors from Hong Kong, after Donnie Yen and Daniel Wu *power goo goo eyes*, and one of my favourite childhood idols, Nicky Wu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the creators of 宫锁心玉 purposely rushed out their series so that people will think of 步步惊心 as the copy. I always kinda felt like 宫锁心玉's ending was rushed and not thought out properly. Perhaps? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my reluctance was worn out after so much raves from the Pinkies about 步步惊心, to the point where they actually asked their partners weird things like "will you do what Prince 4 did for Ruoxi?" and "what will you do if what happen to Ruoxi happen to me?" at the risk of causing 家暴事件. And they even emo-ed for days after watching the ending. It must be really damn good for my usually level-headed friends to drop into this deeper pit of 花痴ness, so I decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, enough time has passed since 宫锁心玉, I felt ready to revisit the story of Prince 4 and Prince 8, two historical characters that has taken up a special place for me after watching 宫锁心玉. And most importantly, I was really bored. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that one of the reasons is how much stronger the cast is in 步步惊心. Particularly the supporting cast. With 宫锁心玉, most of the focus was placed on the relationship between Qing Chuan and the two princes, which left little room for the other princes. But in 步步惊心, you really get a chance to see how Ruoxi interacts with the other princes, and also get to know some of the other princes and their stories a little better, which means you will become more emotionally invested, whether you like or dislike them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I know I hate the crown prince, making him the anti-hero in a drama where there is essentially no real protagonist except the hands of fate. And of course Prince 10, 13, 14 are people I always love to see appear. I especially like seeing the friendship that Ruoxi had with Prince 13. Every damsel needs a protector who is not secretly thinking how he wants to lure her into his bedroom with every smothering look he gives her. Prince 13 is just perfect as this protector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the major comparisons of the main characters. For comparison sake, I am going to call the princes from 宫锁心玉 Ah Ge,  and the ones from 步步惊心 Ye, as per how they are commonly addressed in both series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qing Chuan-4 Ah Ge-8 Ah Ge vs. Ruoxi-4 Ye-8 Ye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt, Yang Mi is the prettier actress. I love watching her in 宫锁心玉, and she was the reason I sat through the entire series of 美人心计. There is this touch of delicate resolve to her which makes her beauty kind of luminescent. In comparison, Liu Shi Shi seems to be plainer in the looks department, which means that she had to work so much harder to convince people that she was worthy of the affections of at least 4 princes. And I feel that she managed to inject enough personality into the character to pull it off. The character of Ruoxi really grew on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of characters, I do prefer Ruoxi more. Her character seems more complex and real. I am still mad at her for dumping 8 Ye, because her reasons were so self-serving. I could understand why Qing Chuan chose to leave 4 Ah Ge, because some of the things he did before he fell in love with her were really ruthless and unacceptable to her. Although he was ready to give up everything for her, this was something Qing Chuan had no way of knowing for sure. You can never just forgive and forget when someone you supposedly trust the most lied to you and even made use of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comparison, 8 Ye had always conducted himself with dignity and treated Ruoxi with respect, Ruoxi had no reason to doubt him at all. Although the only difference between him and 4 Ah Ge was his reluctance to give up everything for Ruoxi. Yet, I still find myself seething at Ruoxi's decision to dump him. Hello! You do not dump someone who looks like 郑嘉颖! You hang on to him as long as you can, and allegedly bring him dumplings on the set even after he supposedly dumped you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is one of the reason why I like Ruoxi more. She managed to invoke more emotions from me. There was always no fault to find with Qing Chuan. She did everything right. Ruoxi sometimes makes me so mad at her, yet she would always immediately do something that makes me commiserate with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway you see I am developing this tendency to compare 4 Ah Ge with 8 Ye. Probably because I think their personalities are more alike than 8 Ye and 8 Ah Ge. And probably also because I already like Kevin Cheng going into the series, and I always liked 4 Ah Ge, thus grouping them in the same category. I always thought that 4 Ah Ge was a greatly misunderstood character in 宫锁心玉. He only did what he did because he knew that he could be a great emperor who could bring good to his people, and we all know that Yongzheng was a good emperor who improved his people's lives. This part of history gave 4 Ah Ge's character a whole lot of brownie points. Perhaps his tactics to get there may be questionable from time to time, but I don't think he was all that cruel and evil. A man's just got to do what a man's got to do to get where he wants to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda how I feel about 8 Ye. In comparison, 8 Ah Ge seemed less ambitious and less driven. Somehow, he always felt like a brat to me, who only cared about what he wanted, which was always Qing Chuan and Qing Chuan-related, which meant that he would do anything to make her happy. It is all good that a man loves a woman so deeply, but 男儿志在四方. Nothing kills a guy's sexiness more than seeing him mope after a woman, and base all his major decisions on her well-being. But of course I wish for a man just like that. Yes, we women are ridiculously fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what about 4 Ye? Hmmm, I have to admit, at this point, he is still pretty much a mystery to me. Compared to 4 Ah Ge, he seemed to be, how do I say this, so nonchalant. He pretty much just walks around all day with a constipated face, holding onto his pigtail. I mean seriously, wtf is the deal with the pigtail holding? PS told me there is a meaning to that, it is something very sweet and personal to 4 Ye. But I have not find out what yet, so it is quite silly to me. Is it not enough that he walks around looking like he is perpetually pissed off and don't give a shit if your puppy dies? It's like he woke up one day and decided that he would look more badass if he clutches his pigtail when he walks. Although he definitely does not seem to have the kind of die-hard ruthlessness that 4 Ah Ge had, and I am pretty sure he did not start out wanting to be emperor like 4 Ah Ge did. Not as much as 8 Ye at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am hearting the moments he shared with Ruoxi. Telling her his likes and dislikes, teaching her how to ride a horse, and *gasp* kissing her forcefully!!! Oh my! So 死相！ Hurhurhur! Although I would like to make an observation. Both he and 8 Ye fell in love with Ruoxi when she first dropped into the Qing era, and it was like more than 10 odd years before both even get to express their feelings in a more explicit way with her. HOW THE MOTHER OF GOD DID THEY CONTAIN THEMSELVES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling my friend, the first time 4 Ye did it with her, yes they did it because Ruoxi became pregnant (opps spoilers *River Song voice*), must be like taking a dump after being constipated for a week. His eyeballs must have popped out man. Hurhurhur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post is getting long. I need to go back to presenting a semblance of a working adult. Sigh, I am still emo from Ruoxi and 8 Ye's breakup. He seemed to love her so much. Every time he looked at her, he seemed so happy. And he was always so careful whenever he touched her, like he was afraid he might break her or something. In comparison, 4 Ye seems more 粗暴. Haha, maybe that's why Ruoxi loves him more. *wink wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-6675912762380914340?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6675912762380914340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6675912762380914340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-chinese-new-year-everyone-heres.html' title='Romping In The Badass Qing Era'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-395225599761222216</id><published>2012-01-14T02:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T02:44:22.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Of Arts</title><content type='html'>Just finished packing and I am all ready for my first trip of 2012! Visiting dear Jasu in Macau! And my spirits are high, not just because of the trip, but also because I had such a delightful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the Titanic exhibition and also watched Wicked today (technically yesterday). I've planned this day for quite a while now, ever since I bought the Wicked tickets, and specially took an off-day so that I could spend the entire day at Marina Bay Sands. People who know me long enough would have heard me babble about Titanic and Wicked at some point of our acquaintance, and to finally experience both today... It is just... wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Titanic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 25 December 1997, I watched James Cameron's Titanic movie, the first of many, many, many subsequent times. It was the first three hours movie I ever watched, and the first Hollywood movie I saw by myself in a theatre. I remember wanting to catch it only because it seemed like a really good romance. And it was. I fell in love with Jack Dawson, the blue-eyed boy with ten bucks in his pocket and nothing to offer, apart for the wisdom to make it count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was obsessed. I had pictures of him everywhere. On my computer, in my school files, my wallet. I wrote Moreen Dawson everywhere I could and listened to the Titanic soundtrack on repeat every single day. My mIRC and ICQ nickname was Rose because I wanted to be Rose. I wasn't in love with Leonardo Di Caprio. I was in love with Jack Dawson, and all this invariably formed the beginnings of a deep connection with Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with any teenager, my love for Jack Dawson faded away, and Titanic too receded into the back of my memory. Until a few years later, out of boredom, I watched the movie again. This time round, the movie became really poignant to me, but it had nothing to do with a silly teenage crush anymore. This time round, what really moved me was the tragic surrounding the fate of Titanic itself and the passengers on board. Previously just a setting for Jack and Rose's love story to unfold, now Titanic was real to me. The passengers was real. The tragedy was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so was the undeniable heroism of so many people on board who gave up their lives for the sake of the others on that fateful night. The staff of Titanic who never left their post and performed their duties until the very last minute. The third class passengers who was denied a chance at life and chose to die with dignity. The unsung heroes who went around seeking out people in distress, to lend them a helping hand or just to offer them a kind word of encouragement and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these people stroke a chord in me, grabbed hold of a place in my heart which will never ever went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, just standing there, looking at the items that belonged to these people, objects that they might had touched and used, it was emotional yet beautiful for me. With every exhibit I looked at, a little tear came to my eyes. I took my time and looked at every single exhibit carefully, not wanting to miss out anything, any detail that was once a part of Titanic, a precious piece of history I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wicked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to watch Wicked since I first saw the episode of Ugly Betty that featured this musical in 2007. An outcast girl who got the love the Prince? Who wouldn't love that? As someone who appreciates witty twists in any story, I especially love how it tells another perspective of a well-known story, and basically just laughs in the faces of people who looks at the surface of things, unable to discern the real good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 5 years since then, Wicked became some sort of a favourite of mine, without even having watched it, although I knew for sure someday I would, and a lot of expectations was built up for it. And knowing how some musicals differs from country to country, tour to tour, I was really worried that this showing at Marina Bay Sands would disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet when Elphaba burst out from behind the scenes, all green and grumpy, I was so excited. I was so happy to finally see her! And the moment she start singing, I knew this musical was not going to let me down. She was perfect. Everyone, everything else was perfect. It was exactly what I imagined it to be. Funny, moving and riveting. Not a single boring moment at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never fails to amaze me how much the Arts can make a person feel so fulfilled, and so moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am happy. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-395225599761222216?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/395225599761222216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/395225599761222216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-finished-packing-and-i-am-all.html' title='A Day Of Arts'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-7005733439178377211</id><published>2012-01-12T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T17:51:25.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Moment Comes, You Just Gotta Say It!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I cringe when I hear people say "fuck yeah!" I don't get a lot of "fuck yeah!" moments in my life, hence I do not really understand the kind of joy one experiences when one is propelled to shout out "fuck yeah!", which drives me to the conclusion that people are overreacting when they shout "fuck yeah!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is my last working day before the Chinese New Year! And also my last working day of the Chinese Lunar calendar. This is even more exciting than the last working day of New Year's Eve, because I am gonna be slacking for TWELVE DAYS STRAIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FUCK YEAH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you know this is a "fuck yeah!" moment for sure. It would almost be a bastard thing not to say it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be jealous of me, be very jealous of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-7005733439178377211?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7005733439178377211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7005733439178377211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-moment-comes-you-just-gotta-say-it.html' title='When The Moment Comes, You Just Gotta Say It!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1204380422060554948</id><published>2012-01-06T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T12:47:58.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smaller Is Always Better</title><content type='html'>To prove my point as per subject, here is a thumbnail of my current FB profile picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img853.imageshack.us/img853/1034/28224780.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite pretty, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/6967/11924698.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still acceptable, I guess. Although there seems to be something, something that you just cannot put your finger to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/6971/90175267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! GHOSH!!!!!! I look like a transvestite who has serious psychotic issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makeup is all good and everything, but sometimes I really think I am just one of those women who are better off without makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still like this photo, because I cropped it off this photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/438/waiharwedding.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="400" src="http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/438/waiharwedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face aside, blatantly exhibiting cleavage, check, arm with the illusion of not being fat, check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I like this photo very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1204380422060554948?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1204380422060554948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1204380422060554948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2012/01/smaller-is-always-better.html' title='Smaller Is Always Better'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-6095002697354419164</id><published>2012-01-01T00:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:47:50.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year all you buggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's officially 2012! And I am going to be 29! OMFG! *horror face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what am I doing in this first hour of the new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Online shopping&lt;br /&gt;ii) Watching Mad Men&lt;br /&gt;iii) Doing laundry&lt;br /&gt;iv) Eating chips and drinking coke&lt;br /&gt;v) Youtubing&lt;br /&gt;vi) Facebooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a good start as any ey? Ain't gonna get any better than this. Although scratch the doing laundry part and we are golden. Sometimes I think my life is really no different from a student. Can I still tell people I am 21? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No special resolutions for the new year, just hope that all my family and friends will be happy, healthy and wealthy. And hopefully, I will be able to see some development in myself, both personally and professionally. More wisdom, more maturity! And be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 ONWARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-6095002697354419164?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6095002697354419164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6095002697354419164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-all-you-buggers-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1474893500674043737</id><published>2011-12-22T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T16:27:23.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*scream*</title><content type='html'>I am going freaking nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand this nervous, damn-it-if and damn-it-if-not feeling. I hate not knowing, hate waiting, hate being unsure, hate this fear that I may make the wrong decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps years later, this will become something so insignificant that I wouldn't even know what the fuss was all about. But now, right now, right at this very second of a moment, I am going absolutely freaking nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably as good as life is going to get, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1474893500674043737?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1474893500674043737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1474893500674043737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/12/scream.html' title='*scream*'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-5757307673060435189</id><published>2011-12-21T00:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:26:18.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Do List</title><content type='html'>Found this list online, and thought I will use this as a target of the things I hope to complete before next year ends. 30! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I've done in bold, things I hope to do before I turn 30 in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and things I hope to do before I die in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;02. Swam with dolphins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;08. Said “I love you” and meant it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. Danced like a fool and didn’t care who was looking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. Watched whales&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49. Taken a midnight walk on the beach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. Gone sky spaning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;br /&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;60. Played touch football&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;61. Gone scuba spaning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theatre&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;67. Started a business&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten spanorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on a television news program as an “expert”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;83. Gotten flowers for no reason&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Kissed on the first date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;96. Raised children&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;98. Passed out cold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking with the windows open&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;109. Touched a stingray&lt;br /&gt;110. Broken someone’s heart&lt;br /&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a TV game show&lt;br /&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet &lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;122. Slept for 30 hours in a 48 hour period&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. States&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;132. Touched a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;134. Read The Iliad and The Odyssey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;150. Saved someone’s life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to the list, I would also like to &lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;squeeze a cute guy's ass, complete a short story&lt;/b&gt; before I turn 30, and &lt;b style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;go on a year long cruise&lt;/b&gt; before I die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-5757307673060435189?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5757307673060435189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5757307673060435189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-do-list.html' title='To-Do List'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-2390308720283948652</id><published>2011-12-15T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:10:00.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pomegranate Is The New Passion Fruit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/5507/crabtreeevelynpomegrana.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new best friend. Love it to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance, the not too oiliness, the pinkish tube colour is just all very wonderful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft and smooth hands, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-2390308720283948652?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2390308720283948652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2390308720283948652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/12/pomegranate-is-new-passion-fruit.html' title='Pomegranate Is The New Passion Fruit!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1496220316355008424</id><published>2011-12-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:14:35.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad!</title><content type='html'>I am so emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a scratch on my Prada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought branded stuffs are supposed to be invincible? If my good old Pierre Cardin can last three years without a mark, how come my Prada can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1496220316355008424?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1496220316355008424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1496220316355008424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/12/sad.html' title='Sad!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-3023500466005668573</id><published>2011-12-06T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T23:43:40.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is What It Is</title><content type='html'>Just want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So loudly that I can't hear all this noise anymore. It's disrupting my peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-3023500466005668573?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3023500466005668573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3023500466005668573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-is-what-it-is.html' title='It Is What It Is'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-2742229917024308479</id><published>2011-11-30T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T17:26:27.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today... Of All Days</title><content type='html'>After six years or so of, somewhat nonsensical, blogging, I don't know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life needs to be more interesting. I need a longer trip. A long trip with lots of exploring and interesting new things to see, new people to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually sullen and reticent around unfamiliar faces, I always turn into a cheery source of bright smiles and friendliness the moment I step onto a plane. Somewhat Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this story. I have always been fascinated with stories that explores mankind's incessant need to seek triumphs over nature through, somewhat, unnatural means that usually result in conflicts between the very base blocks of human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good and Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother of all grand historical events, the bread and butter of every riveting book, every money spewing blockbuster, and the spine that all religions are born from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good and Evil are the most everlasting symbols of balance around us. Neither good nor evil are singular standing, and the perpendicular existence of both is somehow closely intertwined with our survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how I come up with all those words man. It doesn't even make sense to me, reading back on it. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching Breaking Dawn tonight. More so for the fact that I am a fan of the books, rather than the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then. Looks about enough text to qualify as a blog post. So I stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-2742229917024308479?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2742229917024308479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2742229917024308479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/11/today-of-all-days.html' title='Today... Of All Days'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4731580994248656690</id><published>2011-11-18T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:58:38.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some stuffs that I need to let out, because some things you just can't say to people's face.</title><content type='html'>a) Why do you say things like "you don't know what you can ask for" in regards to something that　I have been doing for the past two years? Do YOU really know what you are talking about? Do I walk into your office and tell you how to do your job, and tell you that you don't know what you are doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Don't make suggestions if you are not prepared to do the work. Don't just shoot your mouth off, and expect others to do the heavy lifting. It's just plain irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Why do you always like to make an argument out of a discussion, and try to win? Do you really think that you are always right? There are thousands, millions of possibilities in this world. Please go read more then come back and argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) You need to learn to keep your mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e) Why do you always expect others to give in to you, when you have never been considerate about what other people want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f) Stop whining to me about your problems if you are not willing to listen to mine. Self-centered much? I have problems too. I need people to listen to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g) Can you just stop being such a pushover and let others take you for granted? People walk over you so much that you are starting to look like a Pakistani rug! Just stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h) Stop complaining! Do you know how lucky you are? There are so many people worst off than you, and THEY are not complaining so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4731580994248656690?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4731580994248656690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4731580994248656690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-stuffs-that-i-need-to-let-out.html' title='Some stuffs that I need to let out, because some things you just can&apos;t say to people&apos;s face.'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-8334954866561814337</id><published>2011-11-15T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:55:10.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanities</title><content type='html'>Watching, watching, watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the world butchers my beloved language and actually thinks it is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artistry of a well-crafted sentence may soon be lost to us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-8334954866561814337?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8334954866561814337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8334954866561814337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/11/humanities.html' title='Humanities'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-3479195655164011849</id><published>2011-11-15T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T01:26:12.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Only Takes A First Step</title><content type='html'>We all reach a point in our lives when life as it is becomes a thing of the past and changes starts happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of this is how the dynamics of a close-knitted group of friends slowly shifts, and friends became less important as a new life with your spouse becomes priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, we will start to see each other lesser and lesser. Then the group begins to become smaller and smaller. Eventually, we will become the kind of friends who only meet up a couple of times a year, and only during important occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as you try to remain involved with each others' lives, time just seemed to slip by, and before you know it, another year has gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of sad, but it is a reality of life. We just have to keep the faith that true friendship never dies, regardless of how little we see each other or talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friendship is in the heart, unmeasurable by proximity or passage of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time I learn to take a step outside of this protective circle of my friends' way of life, and start finding one of my own. I can't live in the safety net of a domesticated life just because all my friends are there. It may be comfortable, it may feel safe, but it's not where I am meant to be right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is just the chance I need to finally achieve the dreams I've had since a long time ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-3479195655164011849?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3479195655164011849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3479195655164011849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-only-takes-first-step.html' title='It Only Takes A First Step'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-7067711943849203992</id><published>2011-11-14T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T00:24:04.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dress Story</title><content type='html'>Another crazy speed diet begins for the week, in view of the impending gatecrashing festivities for Rachel aka Yoniko aka Yonisai aka Yoko aka Bulldog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have such imaginative nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have no illusions that a one-week diet can do any wonders. It's just a safety precaution so that I won't burst out of my bridesmaid dress made in February, worn once slightly more than two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was damn freaking tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to prevent my lady baubles from being exposed to the world. I am extremely conservative. Wardrobe malfunction of any size, shape or whatsoever is in no way acceptable for this old prude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And below please see bridesmaid dress in question, which all members of Pinkies have. We are supposed to wear this in the day for all the Pinkies' weddings. It's something we decided to do so that we can save on the bridesmaid dresses and also eliminate the headache of what to find for so many girls to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because we have this incessant need to standardise what we wear. How do you think we got stuck with the name Pink Army? We definitely did not come up with it ourselves, nor did we volunteered for it. We actually fought it nail, tooth and claw before we finally decided to embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img546.imageshack.us/img546/1640/bridesmaid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the fats just threatening to spill out of the dress? Seriously, I really need to be damn careful here. And yes, I am carrying a vase with the bride's bouquet in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes again, I do think I am kinda fetching here, hence the whole intention of posting this in the first place behind the somewhat false pretense of showing the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think this is a fairly honest picture. I look kinda cute here, but my fats are not hidden by some camera trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, no one is allowed to make fat jokes about me, except for me, even though I explicitly called myself fat a lot of times in this post. I WILL bludgeon the next person who calls me fat. Jackass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-7067711943849203992?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7067711943849203992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7067711943849203992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/11/dress-story.html' title='A Dress Story'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-7881219040162286104</id><published>2011-11-13T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:40:14.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>What a lovely weather to be indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would LOVE to be in a cottage in the countryside somewhere. With trees all around, leaves catching the sound of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be curled up in a gigantic armchair in front of the warm glow of the fire, with a book. And some hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need. Holiday. Desperately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-7881219040162286104?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7881219040162286104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7881219040162286104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/11/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1132692783073568484</id><published>2011-11-11T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T17:40:58.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Feels Like Ray LaMontagne...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" src="http://youtube.com/v/5LWpw3CMCEg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" src="http://youtube.com/v/JODKEqp4nYI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" src="http://youtube.com/v/5phFZ406HqU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this comment in the second video, and it really strike a chord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I used to submerse myself in music - my﻿ life blood. I've wondered where that went."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true. Music used to be everything to me. I was always telling people that music is my life. What happened? What happened? Apart from the fact that a lot of music are just rubbish noise nowadays, but I am sure there are still good music out there. I just lost that bone-deep yearning for it like when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being a kid. I have said so in so many ways so often that I don't even feel that twinge of nostalgia anymore. It's as if missing what I used to be has become second nature that I don't realise it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what me from many years ago thinks of me from now. I wonder if she is proud of me. I wonder if I have let her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Moreen from many years ago, do you like old Moreen from now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1132692783073568484?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1132692783073568484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1132692783073568484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-feels-like-ray-lamontagne.html' title='The Day Feels Like Ray LaMontagne...'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-7121645057502435369</id><published>2011-11-11T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T17:17:28.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H, E Or M?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Fact is, I can't stop thinking about you. And I don't know what to do about it."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, the seed has been planted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of perfect happiness and fulfillment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-7121645057502435369?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7121645057502435369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7121645057502435369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/11/b-or-c.html' title='H, E Or M?'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4253787362793986874</id><published>2011-11-11T02:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T02:17:35.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undefined</title><content type='html'>If there is anyone I really admire, and envy, it's those people who never gave up on their ambitions, and are constantly trying to achieve their aspirations and creating new ones. Especially those who kept doing so in their 40s, 50s, some even in their 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this brings forth a question I would probably never stop wondering about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really never too late to dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, have a crapload of fantasies of how my life should unfold. Be it my career or my way of living, I have never stop trying to concoct these elaborate scenarios of a perfect life in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am nowhere near my ideals, I am not really complaining. I have always been pretty lucky in my choices as well as the opportunities that presented themselves to me thus far. So I have to agree that life is not bad at all and I can't really regret any of the decisions, right, wrong or unorthodox, I have made that led me up to this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I just can't help clinging to those mental concoctions of how I really see myself living and what I should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really never too late to dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger generation nowadays are a lucky bunch. They have more options to ponder over and as a lot of parents are becoming more open-minded, they are in a better position today to pursue their passions as a career option rather than just as a hobby or give it up altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of these options may possibly give me the chance to move a step closer to achieving my own hopes and dreams, although they are technically not options created for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I dare take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A potentially life-changing step that most practical people would not take because it may involve a drastic overhaul in the current life that they are too comfortable with, or just too used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost 30. The age of stability, in every sense of the word. Do I really want to risk that for a chance at realising everything that I could ever hope for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4253787362793986874?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4253787362793986874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4253787362793986874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/11/do-i-can-i.html' title='Undefined'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4183337643658766153</id><published>2011-11-11T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:11:36.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avengers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" src="http://youtube.com/v/eOrNdBpGMv8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I am so looking forward to this! Comic hero movies are always a favourite! Evans, Hemsworth, Downey Jr.! Potentially, my brain could melt during the movie. And is it just me, or is Chris Evans even bigger than he was in Captain America?! DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I mentioned that I am UTTERLY INSANELY JEALOUS OF SCARLETT JOHANSEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have. As I have declared on &lt;a href="http://keiia.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-i-have-stated-before-on-oct-27th.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jan 27th, 2010 at 9:21 PM&lt;/a&gt; and before that, &lt;a href="http://keiia.blogspot.com/2006/10/make-me-scarlett.html" target="_blank"&gt;Oct 27th, 2006 at 1.50 am&lt;/a&gt;, MAKE ME $#@%^@#*bleepbleepbleepbleepbleepbleep* SCARLETT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in the world is that woman so freaking lucky???!?!?!?!!! She always get to act with actors that I either love, admire, and/or ogle at (do not judge, all humans have the right of ogle)! Almost every one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my luck, she will probably soon star in a movie where she get to have wild, crazy sex with Joe Manganiello. If that happens, I may have to go bang wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Avengers! YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4183337643658766153?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4183337643658766153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4183337643658766153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/11/avengers.html' title='Avengers!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1647085205676459188</id><published>2011-11-10T02:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T02:41:10.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's (Soon-To-Be) The Season To Be Jolly</title><content type='html'>Sleepless again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I get these bouts of insomnia, sometimes seemingly for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am kinda nervous about some stuffs happening in the near future. Not quite yet ready to talk about it, but soon perhaps. It's not bad news though. Sometimes good things can also give a person butterflies. Funny how the world is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in good spirits for the past week or so. Really, really hope it lasts. Love the Christmas cheer that is slowly spreading through. Everyone else around me seems to be in a joyous mood as well. Simply adore this feeling. It's kinda like being in love, but not with a person, but with the current state of being, with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like this, cheesy as it may be, I feel happy and contented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1647085205676459188?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1647085205676459188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1647085205676459188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-soon-to-be-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='It&apos;s (Soon-To-Be) The Season To Be Jolly'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-745662573030908363</id><published>2011-11-07T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:32:39.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Werewolf, Manganiello-style</title><content type='html'>Me loving Drunk Legal Dude, it's ridonculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he talks like that IRL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-745662573030908363?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/745662573030908363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/745662573030908363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/11/werewolf-manganiello-style.html' title='Werewolf, Manganiello-style'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4728160304439879465</id><published>2011-11-01T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T15:10:48.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of The Best Commercials I've Seen In A While...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" src="http://youtube.com/v/9mIBKifOOQQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" src="http://youtube.com/v/iLpbMqQMelk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not the only one who cannot stop watching the videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4728160304439879465?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4728160304439879465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4728160304439879465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-of-best-commercials-ive-seen-in.html' title='One Of The Best Commercials I&apos;ve Seen In A While...'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-8418063231624964631</id><published>2011-10-31T20:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:09:35.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>Bonus time came early this year, and I received mine last week! Yaay! I really wanted to buy something to reward myself, so after some contemplation, I decided to get myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img716.imageshack.us/img716/218/img1682c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a little paper bag with that glorious mark of the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/4706/img1683g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the black box... Getting hot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/5456/img1685dh.jpg" /&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting hotter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/3406/img1688s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taaadah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first branded purse! In a colour that I absolutely love! Heehee! I am usually not that much of a brand-conscious person, but a purse is something that I can potentially carry with me for a long time, so I really wanted to get something real nice. Thought of getting a Burberry initially, but Pau advised me to look at a few different ones first before deciding, so we spent the entire afternoon at Marina Bay Sands, looking at all the different brands. Such an atas afternoon! And this Prada caught my eye and crawled into my heart. Nothing else I looked at after strike my fancy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sales associates from Prada were really wonderful. They were helpful, friendly and made me feel like an esteemed customer. Fact that I had the look of a woman who was determined to get her Prada today may contribute to that, but still, it was a nice experience. Getting a little inkling why some people spend their lives chasing after brands, but it's definitely not something I want to, or can even afford to, indulge in too often. But still, love my new purse! &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, to end the day, &lt;a href="http://keiia.blogspot.com/2010/12/ice-cream.html"&gt;following what I did last year&lt;/a&gt;, I bought myself a celebratory B&amp;amp;J's ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/5688/img1691ug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading back on last year's entry, I do feel glad that I managed to buy the things that I really wanted since last year. Being able to achieve your personal wants with your own "able-ness" is a really nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like a kid all the time. Every time I give my parents money or pay my own bills, I have this strong feeling of surreality. But maybe, just maybe, my new purse has gotten me a little closer to mental adulthood. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-8418063231624964631?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8418063231624964631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8418063231624964631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1566106223589199532</id><published>2011-10-27T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T18:02:09.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indignant</title><content type='html'>I am very upset! How can Cooter kick Alcide in the nether regions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he understand how precious that area is to a lot of women around the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1566106223589199532?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1566106223589199532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1566106223589199532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/10/indignant.html' title='Indignant'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-301154438669743015</id><published>2011-10-27T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:35:38.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Reasons Why True Blood Is BETTER Than Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Reason #1 - Vamp vs. Vamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img638.imageshack.us/img638/1332/vamps.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://img638.imageshack.us/img638/1332/vamps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Reason #2 - Were vs. Were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img827.imageshack.us/img827/1571/weres.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://img827.imageshack.us/img827/1571/weres.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the True Blood guys make the Twilight guys look like weeping school yard boys. Who says younger is better? Of course I know the series and the movies are targeting totally different age groups, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Manganiello totally brought back my interest in True Blood. Thought he was kinda cute, although a little creepy, in How I Met Your Mother, but in True Blood, now that's what I am talking about. Sex appeal through and through. I am terribly sorry, Eric Northman, you are still very sexy, but I don't love you anymore. Everything just went downhill and further on down after you started moping after Sookie. Now even Bill Compton looks like he has more balls than you, although you still have the better haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with Sookie and her ability to reduce men into pudding? Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-301154438669743015?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/301154438669743015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/301154438669743015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-reasons-why-true-blood-is-better.html' title='Two Reasons Why True Blood Is BETTER Than Twilight'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-672050117644369072</id><published>2011-10-26T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:38:53.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Of The Day #15</title><content type='html'>Once a relationship is over, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to constantly replay every single moment, every single argument, every single situation that spiralled out of control, trying to understand exactly what went wrong. You can analyse it to death, go into the next one, repeat the same shit, but end up with a happy ending instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing you can ever do is bring an old relationship into your new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-672050117644369072?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/672050117644369072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/672050117644369072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/10/thought-of-day-14.html' title='Thought Of The Day #15'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-2742774875234328003</id><published>2011-10-20T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:59:34.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am really fucking angry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-2742774875234328003?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2742774875234328003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2742774875234328003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-really-fucking-angry.html' title='I am really fucking angry.'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-7374508464168650250</id><published>2011-09-29T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:15:05.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-7374508464168650250?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7374508464168650250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7374508464168650250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-where-are-you.html' title='Love, where are you?'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-6099817066038073438</id><published>2011-09-21T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T22:15:15.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Of The Day #14</title><content type='html'>Too fast yet too slow. Can't imagine life beyond the immediate second but can't tolerate continuing down the same road anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of options and decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have the resolve to choose the right one when the time comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-6099817066038073438?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6099817066038073438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6099817066038073438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/09/thought-of-day-14.html' title='Thought Of The Day #14'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-3207858014479469788</id><published>2011-09-10T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:39:29.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K Things</title><content type='html'>In case anybody is wondering why I have not said anything about SHINee's concert in Singapore tonight, since I am such a self-proclaimed fan, is because I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't go! That's why! Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a wedding to attend. My cousin's. Much as I love SHINee, their weird hairdos, skinny asses, and would luuuuuuurrrrve more than anything to peruse their lithe, limber dance moves in person, family is family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I get to see Big Bang again later this month, and will be printing their passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Oh well. I may just decide to lick their passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-3207858014479469788?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3207858014479469788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3207858014479469788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/09/k-things.html' title='K Things'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-2074354460099760372</id><published>2011-09-08T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T15:39:08.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh</title><content type='html'>Having a blardy headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-2074354460099760372?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2074354460099760372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2074354460099760372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/09/urgh.html' title='Urgh'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1253174159618165702</id><published>2011-09-08T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T12:53:38.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>Would you stick with a relationship where you hardly get to meet your boyfriend, like maybe only three times a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or would you rather just find a new boyfriend with the off chance that you will see him all the time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1253174159618165702?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1253174159618165702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1253174159618165702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/09/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-6327247343665949743</id><published>2011-09-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:22:17.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Of The Day #13</title><content type='html'>There is always some sort of silver lining, yes, but why isn't there a gold lining? Why must we settle for the option and not the preference?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-6327247343665949743?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6327247343665949743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6327247343665949743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/09/thought-of-day-13.html' title='Thought Of The Day #13'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4854402487308677963</id><published>2011-09-05T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T15:45:16.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen Up Because I Am Going To Say This Once</title><content type='html'>Have you ever scratched out your brain wondering over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why the fuck am I still single?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you go on to think why people seemingly less attractive or less intelligent and have absolutely no redeeming points whatsoever are happily attached. Then you start getting the urge to strangle or slap these people when you see them happily canoodling their partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the reason my friend. You are single because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU ARE SO FREAKING BITTER!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a while, potential romantic interests begins to see this bitterness, and the actions as an effect of this bitterness. Some actions of which may be mistaken as the behaviour of a crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have open your eyes. Go fix your problem. Stop whining to me. I am single too, with lots of raging hormones. I do not have the capacity to mother your problems. Especially not on a fucking Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthanxbai. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4854402487308677963?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4854402487308677963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4854402487308677963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/09/listen-up-because-i-am-going-to-say.html' title='Listen Up Because I Am Going To Say This Once'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-8642243080552135620</id><published>2011-09-05T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:13:31.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There Can Be None Bluer Than A Monday Blue</title><content type='html'>I am a bereft working adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need. Holiday. DESPERATELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be my new war cry. Right after EX-TER-MI-NATE. EX-TER-MI-NATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-8642243080552135620?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8642243080552135620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8642243080552135620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/09/there-can-be-none-bluer-than-monday.html' title='There Can Be None Bluer Than A Monday Blue'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-8092155235151817552</id><published>2011-09-01T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:33:21.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Goodness For Doctor Who In These Difficult Times</title><content type='html'>I think I am in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so difficult sometimes. Barely holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I am trying to cheer myself up by fantasizing walking around and pointing a toilet plunger at random people I despise and go, "EX-TER-MI-NATE. EX-TER-MI-NATE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then BERZZZZZZZZZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought is almost orgasmic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-8092155235151817552?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8092155235151817552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8092155235151817552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/09/thank-goodness-for-doctor-who-in-these.html' title='Thank Goodness For Doctor Who In These Difficult Times'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-8281932196220454857</id><published>2011-08-30T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:28:19.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Who!</title><content type='html'>What do you call it if you love The Doctor, regardless of who portrays him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I started out with Matt Smith, I like the series so much that I am now "going back" on the older episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Matt Smith as the Doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I love Christopher Eccleston as the Doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I love David Tennant as the Doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call it if you love The Doctor, regardless of who portrays him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TARDISgitis?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-8281932196220454857?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8281932196220454857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8281932196220454857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/doctor-who.html' title='Doctor Who!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-3409570987585942557</id><published>2011-08-28T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T16:58:16.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Of The Day #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"To be perfectly honest, I don't know half of what's going on out there. Why are people so angry? So pessimistic? So jaded? Was I lost in my own world again? I just want to listen to some good music and laze the day away. Is that not appropriate? Am I supposed to be charging out to fight some war that broke out without my knowledge?" - Hensen Moer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-3409570987585942557?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3409570987585942557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3409570987585942557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/quote-of-day-2.html' title='Quote Of The Day #2'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1469688621589920148</id><published>2011-08-24T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:47:48.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>Phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1469688621589920148?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1469688621589920148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1469688621589920148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/phew.html' title='Phew'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1625422564674369653</id><published>2011-08-24T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T15:33:20.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soworried</title><content type='html'>soworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworried&lt;br /&gt;soworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworried&lt;br /&gt;soworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworried&lt;br /&gt;soworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworried&lt;br /&gt;soworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworried&lt;br /&gt;soworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworried&lt;br /&gt;soworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworried&lt;br /&gt;soworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworried&lt;br /&gt;soworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworried&lt;br /&gt;soworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworried&lt;br /&gt;soworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworried&lt;br /&gt;soworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworriedsoworried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1625422564674369653?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1625422564674369653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1625422564674369653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/soworried.html' title='soworried'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-8995954661997117160</id><published>2011-08-23T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T18:01:03.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Of My Life</title><content type='html'>I haven't said anything about this yet, but now I shall make it official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FARKING HATE THE BLACK EYED PEAS VERSION OF TIME OF MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a 80s baby, there will be no other version that can top this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" src="http://youtube.com/v/WpmILPAcRQo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-8995954661997117160?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8995954661997117160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8995954661997117160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-of-my-life.html' title='Time Of My Life'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4681955008699037406</id><published>2011-08-23T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:45:12.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bale</title><content type='html'>Every so often, I will be reminded of how much I love this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://www2.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Christian+Bale+2011+National+Board+Review+m1ApzTvlcNpl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he looked almost Jesus-like in this photo, which feels kinda wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he swore and shouted at a co-worker and behaved like a complete jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I pretty much think he won't be friendly at all if I ever meet him in real life, which I don't think I will get a chance to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I seriously think he is a little bit crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, love him man. He's seriously one of a kind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4681955008699037406?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4681955008699037406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4681955008699037406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/bale.html' title='Bale'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-7427713205774967387</id><published>2011-08-19T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:04:47.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time For A Clean Slate</title><content type='html'>I am nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I have nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I can afford to live under an illusion of my own superiority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I really don't have to care that much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you afford to lose what I am prepared to throw away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人不为己天诛地灭&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-7427713205774967387?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7427713205774967387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7427713205774967387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-about-time-for-clean-slate.html' title='It&apos;s About Time For A Clean Slate'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4377524339903799064</id><published>2011-08-18T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:46:03.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>President Who?</title><content type='html'>I do not want to vote irresponsibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no clue about any of the candidates except that Tony Tan got booed. Looks like I have to go read up more on all of the candidates. I am a responsible citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of homework to do for just one extra day of off-in-lieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4377524339903799064?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4377524339903799064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4377524339903799064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/president-who.html' title='President Who?'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-2393706789399148931</id><published>2011-08-17T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T12:13:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>What is a job?&lt;br /&gt;What is an occupation?&lt;br /&gt;What is a career?&lt;br /&gt;What is an ambition&lt;br /&gt;What is a profession?&lt;br /&gt;What is an aspiration?&lt;br /&gt;What is a vocation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my Calling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-2393706789399148931?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2393706789399148931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2393706789399148931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-3297863573214256380</id><published>2011-08-15T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:55:44.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Of The Day #12</title><content type='html'>Dear HSBC/StanChart/CitiBank/UOB/et​c credit card promoter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to be bitchy to you. But you just don't understand the meaning of a friendly "no", complete with a smile even. You just had to follow me, even blocked my way and prevented me from running home to eat my dinner (at 8.45pm) so that I can watch my show at 9. You even challenged me, "Are you sure?", when I informed you that I already have your card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that alright? How do you expect me NOT to be cranky and annoyed when you talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irate NOT-INTERESTED-IN-APPLYING-ANYTHING-FROM-YOU-BECAUSE-I-ALREADY-HAVE-EIGHT-CREDIT-CARDS-SOME-EVEN-FROM-YOUR-BANK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-3297863573214256380?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3297863573214256380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3297863573214256380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/thought-of-day-12.html' title='Thought Of The Day #12'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-2221830870400447827</id><published>2011-08-14T23:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T00:03:54.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At 11.59 pm</title><content type='html'>I think I am suffering from a panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a minute there I couldn't breath properly, and my vision blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching The Office and totally hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all that Pam and Jim, both great, capable people, had to look forward to in their lives is each other, because their jobs pretty much sucks, then I am screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no one as cute as Jim in my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think there is something wrong with my life right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-2221830870400447827?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2221830870400447827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2221830870400447827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/at-1159-pm.html' title='At 11.59 pm'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4877360746711790031</id><published>2011-08-14T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:34:12.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be...</title><content type='html'>in the forties, the fifties or the sixties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything was still in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems simpler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4877360746711790031?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4877360746711790031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4877360746711790031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-want-to-be.html' title='I want to be...'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-5823424492877769735</id><published>2011-08-12T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T17:53:47.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrapped My Shin On A Haphazardly Placed Box And It's Farking Painful. WORK PLACE HAZARD!</title><content type='html'>I find it laughable that after so long, you are still wearing that lousy shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being bitchy because I feel like it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only human. *evil grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-5823424492877769735?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5823424492877769735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5823424492877769735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/scrapped-my-shin-on-hapzardly-placed.html' title='Scrapped My Shin On A Haphazardly Placed Box And It&apos;s Farking Painful. WORK PLACE HAZARD!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-3393859239697200738</id><published>2011-08-11T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T14:55:08.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Doorman says:&lt;br /&gt;Wtf is ur question?&lt;br /&gt;Are we good pple?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;I am the best&lt;br /&gt;U are 2nd best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't argue with that. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powering through the day with meaningless posts that has no specific significance whatsoever and meaningless chats that has no specific significance whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that they amuse me. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The day was wonderful until the toilet bowl got choked again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-3393859239697200738?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3393859239697200738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3393859239697200738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/msn.html' title='MSN'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-414549689327856576</id><published>2011-08-11T14:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T14:57:04.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the risk of using almost 3 short blog posts worth of space...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img28.imageshack.us/img28/8154/chrises.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is simply such a fine picture! I am just going to use their last names because I do not want to type the word "Chris" so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemsworth is tall! Like really tall! Evans is easily 180 cm at the very least, but Hemsworth really towers over him. What's he like? 190? Waaaaaah. So tall. Even his head looks much bigger than Evans'. And his shoes too! Gigantor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall guys are sexy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-414549689327856576?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/414549689327856576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/414549689327856576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/at-risk-of-using-almost-3-short-blog.html' title='At the risk of using almost 3 short blog posts worth of space...'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4205372523239262874</id><published>2011-08-11T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T10:00:44.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear job applicant,</title><content type='html'>Please do not put an exclamation point in your email subject, although I am sure you are very enthusiastic to work for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like you are shouting at me. And I get scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4205372523239262874?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4205372523239262874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4205372523239262874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-job-applicant.html' title='Dear job applicant,'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-736032116228286001</id><published>2011-08-10T12:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T13:01:40.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"That's right bitches. I have got a crossbow."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" src="http://youtube.com/v/P9i8TiK2AxM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so upset that I did not find this video earlier!!! To complement that whole &lt;a href="http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-jensen.html" target="_blank"&gt;I Love Jensen&lt;/a&gt; post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Silver lining is that I am finding it extremely enjoyable to blog about Chris Evans, so any excuse for a post is welcome? I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so obsessed. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yeah, I know I am posting a tad too much for a day. But I am simply trying to make my day just a little bit more tolerable. The toilet bowls at work are so blah. I wish they will STFU. It makes me sick. It literally makes me so very physically sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flush flush, vigorously flush*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-736032116228286001?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/736032116228286001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/736032116228286001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/thats-right-bitches-i-have-crossbow.html' title='&quot;That&apos;s right bitches. I &lt;strike&gt;have&lt;/strike&gt; got a crossbow.&quot;'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-8133111220897216767</id><published>2011-08-10T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T14:26:21.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn.</title><content type='html'>Battle of the non-Alpha males over who is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just so sooner watch Red Skull fight Voldemort over whose baldness is more badass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remain, as always, underwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I love Scrubs. They have the best witty sarcasm. At first, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-8133111220897216767?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8133111220897216767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8133111220897216767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/yawn.html' title='Yawn.'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-5412894221219791935</id><published>2011-08-10T09:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T09:42:34.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Extended Weekend</title><content type='html'>Felt so utterly morose as I got to work this morning. I kinda hate coming to work now. Hate seeing some of the faces here at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am not a lazy person who just wants to mope around at home all day doing nothing but sleep and eat. Although everyone fantasizes about that at one point or another, right? I have responsibilities and I get that. I am not against working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that I am one of those lucky people who actually loves their job. Something that makes them feel more useful. More alive. I do not like those people. I am very jealous of them. Currently, I feel "more deader" than the fossil carcass of a cockroach which has been dead for a thousand years. I don't know. I heard that cockroaches have been around since the beginning of time. I wonder how they deal with being a cockroach. Do they feel fulfilled? Have they ever wanted more but just not sure how to go about next? What is their game plan in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years. Two years of working full-time and I am already losing my marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I feel nauseous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-5412894221219791935?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5412894221219791935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5412894221219791935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/goodbye-extended-weekend.html' title='Goodbye Extended Weekend'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4009294725742492645</id><published>2011-08-08T17:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T14:26:33.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aforementioned Jensen. Who I Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" src="http://youtube.com/v/eqQpRZxapIg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The description for this video pretty much sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Chris Evans as Jensen in the greatest scene from the very underrated, The Losers"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the girls from work believed me at first when I told them that this is Chris Evans, of Captain America &lt;strike&gt;his body is just simply inexplicably way too hot&lt;/strike&gt; fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versatility in an actor is always something that is very impressive to me. &lt;strike&gt;Not to mention Chris Evans' body is just simply inexplicably way too hot.&lt;/strike&gt; Takes a lot for an actor to shade his pretty boy image for a bit and do something like that, especially when there are no guarantees that a character like that will be well-received. But it turned out okay, IMO. Chris Evans really worked it here. And The Losers is actually a rather decent movie, totally agree with the underrated description, with a pretty solid cast base. None of the big names (debatable now with the release of Captain America and the imminent release of The Avengers next year), but all good actors who delivered, and delivered well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you have not watched Captain America yet, do it! Almost the entire cinema was leaning forward, and there was actually an audible gasp, when Steve Rogers showed off his Captain America body for the first time, even though it was shown all over the trailers already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it rather sad that Captain America had to contend with being without any female contact for so long. With a body like that, he deserves to get laid. &lt;strike&gt;Over and over and over... And  over again.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since the last Captain America related post, I have since came to the conclusion that my brains would probably implode while watching The Avengers next year. What with all the sheer, unadulterated, hot male awesomeness. I just hope it happens AFTER I am done watching Ah Bale in The Dark Knight Rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so disappointed with myself. At my age, I SHOULD NOT be lusting after hot men like that. But I am. It's so unacceptable. I blame my parents completely. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4009294725742492645?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4009294725742492645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4009294725742492645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/jensen-losers.html' title='The Aforementioned Jensen. Who I Love.'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-6498728201706554957</id><published>2011-08-08T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T02:46:09.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Jensen</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"That's right bitches. I have a crossbow."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-6498728201706554957?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6498728201706554957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6498728201706554957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-jensen.html' title='I Love Jensen'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-6059240880092046469</id><published>2011-08-03T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T11:37:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics That Really Mean A Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Shut up, I'm wrong, I know, but we can't talk about it&lt;br /&gt;All of the wars we won but we're still walking home&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me your reasons for all my bad intentions"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Augustana, Hotel Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No better and no worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got lost&lt;br /&gt;Every river that I've tried to cross&lt;br /&gt;And every door I ever tried was locked&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Coldplay, Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You take this hand&lt;br /&gt;You take this heart&lt;br /&gt;Stir my bones from a thousand miles apart&lt;br /&gt;It feels so cold without you&lt;br /&gt;Like it's ten shades of winter&lt;br /&gt;And I need the sun"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- OneRepublic, Won't Stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The broken clock is a comfort&lt;br /&gt;It helps me sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time&lt;br /&gt;I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts&lt;br /&gt;I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Lifehouse, Broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs like that never gets old. Even when I am 60, I know I will still be listening to them. Now I understand a little why my parents are always listening to old songs that I find boring. Maybe I will soon be just like my parents who are always listening to old songs, and think that all those "hip music" that kids listen to are just noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the definitive song that REALLY means a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s Friday, Friday&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get down on Friday&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Friday&lt;br /&gt;Gettin’ down on Friday&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-6059240880092046469?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6059240880092046469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6059240880092046469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/lyrics-that-really-mean-shit.html' title='Lyrics That Really Mean A Shit'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4028297533588358050</id><published>2011-08-03T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:28:13.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usually It's The Ones That Matters The Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Sometimes a person really don't know how to feel when the people she trusts and always believes are the ones who knows her the best amongst anyone else questions her on something that they should really know better about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Apart from a deep sense of disappointment, there is pretty much nothing I can do. Or rather not have the energy to do. What's the point? I am quite tired of constantly having to explain myself just to make the rest of the world more peaceful, at my own expense. If you don't know what kind of person I am, then maybe it's really because you don't get me after all. I can do a million good things but do one bad thing, and still be the bad person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;If you think I have high expectations of certain people, that is because I think those people are deserving of high expectations. When I have no expectations at all, do you think I even care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So does it make you feel better, knowing that I am still a good person after all? Or does it make you feel guilty because you were wrong about me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;But whatever it is, it just feels like in a matter of a few sentences, things have suddenly shifted and may never be the same again. There are really certain actions transpired, that cannot be undone. Certain words said, that will not be taken back. Certain feelings felt, that may never be forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I hope I am wrong eventually. But this is how I feel right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4028297533588358050?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4028297533588358050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4028297533588358050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/usually-its-ones-that-matters-most.html' title='Usually It&apos;s The Ones That Matters The Most'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-3065313385002252271</id><published>2011-08-02T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:12:35.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain America'ed!</title><content type='html'>Finally a show that allows Chris Evans to show some of his acting chops. Ever since I watched Cellular, where Jason Statham ruthlessly stole his limelight by being so incredibly badass in such an extravagantly sexy way. Fantastic 4 was oummm, so let's not go into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain America is not a perfect movie. There are just too many good movies out there, again not every movie is Inception (yes, I am still extremely mind-boggled whenever I think about Inception) but I like how the whole movie just falls together. One thing in particular is how it connects Steve Rogers to the Stark family, which would make perfect sense when both Captain America and Iron Man appear together in The Avengers. Although I am still wondering how Thor would fall into place in all of this hot men mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hugo Weaving is awesome as per usual. I really feel this raging urge to shout "V For Vendetta" whenever I hear his voice. One of the most distinct, quality voices in the industry! Is it weird that I find him more attractive as Red Skull than as Johann Schmidt (smi-tch!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Lee Jones is not too bad too, every time he comes on screen, something amusing is bound to happen. Oh noes! I guess we are seeing a pattern here, where Chris Evans seems to always be shadowed by some other more charismatic actor. But then maybe that's the whole point of him being cast as Captain America in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking body though. And I had a lot of fun just watching him bash up everyone and their mother with his frisbee, which seems to be having an identity crisis where it thinks it is actually a boomerang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, let's do BATTLE OF THE BODIES aka Battle Of The Hot Chris-es!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src ="http://img834.imageshack.us/img834/5020/thorhp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thor needs to cultivate this deep intense expression to go with his fierce body and hot-blooded persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/6505/captainamericaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unattractive-nice-guy-turns-into-hunk-but-is-still-awkward-because-he-ALWAYS-forgets-how-hot-he-had-become-Cinderella look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is hotter? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come my BFF is also call Chris, but he don't have this kind of body? HOW COME?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-3065313385002252271?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3065313385002252271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3065313385002252271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/captain-americaed.html' title='Captain America&apos;ed!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-2662524114309457480</id><published>2011-08-02T10:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T10:03:29.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20072012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-2662524114309457480?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2662524114309457480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2662524114309457480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/20072012.html' title='20072012'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-8753371999724640341</id><published>2011-08-01T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T17:53:24.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buay Tahan!</title><content type='html'>I don't like to say negative things about other people's parents because I think most parents are noble people. Sacrificing and giving their all for their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet with all due respect, I want to say, I REALLY think your parents are really knn kan farking suay for having a stupid kid like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-8753371999724640341?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8753371999724640341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8753371999724640341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/08/buay-tahan.html' title='Buay Tahan!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1876948162103545126</id><published>2011-07-26T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T01:35:45.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep.</title><content type='html'>Feeling troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though a decision has been made, it is still going to take time. Can't and not gonna rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, some things are not just a snap of the fingers, and it can be scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like this I really wish I am still a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish some fucktards would stop behaving like toilet bowls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1876948162103545126?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1876948162103545126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1876948162103545126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/07/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep.'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-6246065248191576877</id><published>2011-07-21T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T12:40:34.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst</title><content type='html'>Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take me away&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;Just take me away"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-6246065248191576877?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6246065248191576877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6246065248191576877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/07/sigh.html' title='Angst'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-3133993972390248221</id><published>2011-07-21T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:05:48.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right?</title><content type='html'>Let's be daring for a change and choose the path we really want to, instead of the one everyone else says is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we really get so lost that we have no clue if we will get back on the right track again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst that can happen? We find our way again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-3133993972390248221?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3133993972390248221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3133993972390248221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/07/right.html' title='Right?'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-2546453603716941554</id><published>2011-07-20T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T23:42:03.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Plate</title><content type='html'>Things that are constantly on my mind nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doing my job properly yet not being coaxed/hoodwinked/bullied into doing things that are not under my purview, without creating any hostile feelings (which is damn near impossible because people are so petty nowadays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to separate personal feelings with job professionalism yet maintaining a comfortable distance to prevent situations of colleagues taking advantage of any degree of familiarity by overstepping their boundaries and displaying inappropriate behaviour at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striking a balance between being an understanding superior to my staff yet not compromising on my authority.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This plate is getting a little too heavy to carry. Feeling the burden through and through. There is only so many holidays I can take to get a respite from all of this, no matter how temporary it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some divine intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-2546453603716941554?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2546453603716941554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2546453603716941554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-plate.html' title='My Plate'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-930296166227832899</id><published>2011-07-19T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T12:23:21.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Try To Change What Is Not Yours To Fix</title><content type='html'>I feel so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am generally one who is not very good with all those unspecific and complex rules of the "society", although I do try to just go with the norm and as I grow older, slowly start to simply accept even if I don't always understand what the hell is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I simply cannot stand it when I have to compromise my own sense of balance and peace of mind just so that someone else can feel better. Even if that person is deemed to be more superior in the whole scheme of social class distribution, which I think is rubbish anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social rules are made up by those who think that they are superior to control those who aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not accept these rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only care about myself and how I feel. Big surprise. If we don't play the same game, why should I go by your rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me the fuck alone and go play in your own pen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-930296166227832899?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/930296166227832899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/930296166227832899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-try-to-change-what-is-not-yours-to.html' title='Don&apos;t Try To Change What Is Not Yours To Fix'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-234717263091988519</id><published>2011-07-12T12:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T13:00:52.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformer-ed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/9301/beegd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="400" src="http://img36.imageshack.us/img36/9301/beegd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeeeeee! Still like him the best in the 3rd movie! Those deep, piercing blue eyes! Those powerful arms! The out of sync sense of humour. So adorable! What is not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad when the Decepticon wanted to kill him, and he was looking at Sam with those sad eyes. Booo!!! Bad Decepticons! BAAAD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the reviews for the movie are quite mixed, but personally, I like it. People need to stop nitpicking on the plot and just concentrate on the fact that this is simply a movie for some good old fun and entertainment. So what if the plot is shallow? This is not Inception, there is no need to think so much. Just watch it for the effects, the humour, and overall, everything just looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am really starting to find Sam really irritating. He was kinda cute in the first one, second one saw him growing more into his own, so it was nice. But in this one, he seemed a little over the top, borderlining on becoming annoying with his whiny, hysterical behaviour. Why was he mad at Bee for having his own life when in the second movie, he was so eager for Bee to leave him to his own "normal" life? Selfish human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that said, I cannot think of anyone else better to play the lead guy in the Transformers series. So I really hope they won't try to plonk someone else in, rumours have Jason Statham (???) in the running. Seriously??? Just because he was the Transporter does not mean he will do well in another "Trans" movie. I don't care who he is canoodling. It is WEIRD to think of him acting in Transformers. We already have Optimus Prime, we do not need another alpha male crowding the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's either you get Shia LaBeouf back, or not do another movie altogether. I was already very uncomfortable with the Rose-woman, who seemed so out of place in the movie. I am not a fan of Megan Fox, but if you want to replace a major character, get someone better or, in a similar vine, don't get anyone at all. I just don't feel like Sam and Carly had an actual connection, definitely not like what Sam and Mikaela had. I think it would be better if Sam loses the love of his life i.e. Mikaela, and became really depressed, then had to pick himself up again because of some ridiculous ploy that the Decepticons have again to harm humans. But oh well, what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are also rumours that Dark Of The Moon is the last Transformers movie, so who knows? It's hard to say, really. Like everyone thought we saw the last of Wolverine in The Last Stand, but Hugh Jackman came back with that Wolverine movie. I also still don't really understand what is the deal with Vin Diesel and the Fast &amp; Furious movies. And don't get me started on the Predator series. So maybe they would come back with Decepticons Return, or Dark Autobots, or or or Autobots vs. Decepticons. Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this turned out to be a longer post than I thought. So I shall stop. No spellcheck. And oh! I thought Optimus Prime was really cool too. He really suits the whole 独臂战侠 personna! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-234717263091988519?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/234717263091988519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/234717263091988519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/07/transformer-ed.html' title='Transformer-ed'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-5260119991535187476</id><published>2011-06-30T10:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:27:37.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img191.imageshack.us/img191/8501/discrimination.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even need to ask why? When you are being so, erm, suggestive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-5260119991535187476?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5260119991535187476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5260119991535187476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/06/haha.html' title='Haha!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1219049074469188708</id><published>2011-06-28T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T17:31:47.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lacklustre Effort</title><content type='html'>I don't know what happened. I just stopped finding time to blog. I blame it on iPad. But then again, I hardly spend time on it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I am really busy with. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I REALLY, like REALLY, want to watch Dong Yi. But embarking on a 60 over episode drama takes some dedication that I just cannot spare right now. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Secret Garden. What's the fuss about ey? I really don't know. Maybe I should really try to finish watching it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1219049074469188708?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1219049074469188708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1219049074469188708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/06/lacklustre-effort.html' title='A Lacklustre Effort'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-6214922742138768387</id><published>2011-06-13T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T01:04:20.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To 15 Wonderful Years... And Counting!</title><content type='html'>Back to Swiss Cottage for Yoko's pre-wedding video shoot yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the memories of us as kids just came back in such a rush. It was indeed a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few hours, we donned the familiar turquoise skirts, that I had grown to love so much in my years as a Swiss student, and it was almost like the old times. Walking around together, laughing together, having fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed in the past 12 years since we left Swiss. The school building has changed, all of us has changed, even the neighbourhood has changed, but one thing hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were always together back then, we are still always together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far along I may have come from that sulky-looking fat girl who always wore a t-shirt underneath her shirt because she was somehow afraid that people could see her bra (so silly I know!), my friendship with the girls has never changed. I have learnt so much from them throughout the years, not just about the world around us but also about myself. They are my pillars of support in whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are the most valuable gift that I have gotten from my time in Swiss Cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkies. My friends, my companions, my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=_blank href="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/8428/backtoswiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/8428/backtoswiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-6214922742138768387?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6214922742138768387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6214922742138768387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-15-wonderful-years-and-counting.html' title='To 15 Wonderful Years... And Counting!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1240229972629864859</id><published>2011-06-05T02:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T13:51:50.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Rehearsal.Kung Fu Panda 2.Heal The World.Beerhouse</title><content type='html'>What a fruitful Saturday! If I do say so myself! Seldom do I spend Saturdays outside of home, not lazing and rolling around in my bed like a pig wallowing around in mud, whiling away the time on my laptop the entire day, doing gawd knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to be out and about on a Saturday with different activities to fill up my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wedding  Rehearsal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up damn early for a Saturday and met up with Lyn for Chris &amp; Cindy's wedding rehearsal at The Cathedral of the Good Shepherd, which we are participating as the bridemaids. It's very rare that I get to be a part of a wedding for a couple who are both close friends of mine. I had been classmates with both of them during different phases of my life, Cindy in poly and Chris during our degree program, so I feel exceptionally happy that they are tying the knot this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in a church on a weekend morning and I have to say the tranquility is very comforting. I can see why a lot of Catholics and Christians like to seek refuge in a church when they are feeling lost or when they need some peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned a lot about the procedures of a Catholic wedding. It's very interesting and different from the Chinese weddings that I am used to. I am looking forward to walking down the aisle as a bridesmaid, and being a part of two of my closest friends' matrimonial celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kung Fu Panda 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding rehearsal, I had about five hours to kill before going for the Heal The World concert, which I made the last minute decision to attend. Luckily Chris and Cindy made plans to watch KFP2 with Chris' friends, and they invited me along. I am glad they did. Although I was the only new person in the group, they made me feel really welcome and I had fun chatting and watching the movie with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I LOVE the movie! Kung Fu Panda 2 is GREAT! Seldom do you find a sequel that is better than the original, but KFP2 does just that. For those that have not watch the movie, I urge you to just do it! It's worth it! But don't bother going for the 3D though. Because after a while, you just get so absorbed in the story, whether it is 3D or not just don't make a difference anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heal The World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately after the movie, I made my way to Expo, not wanting to be late for the concert, but it turns out that my worry was not warranted. I actually had to wait for about an hour to get into Max Pavilion and another half an hour before the concert starts. The queue was massive! Good thing I had my iPad2 to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP! I bought the pad! I bought it! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, it was a last minute decision to attend the concert, I only bought the ticket on Friday. I just wasn't sure if I wanted to go just for MBlaq, considering it's one out of five groups, and I JUST bought the ticket for Korean Music Wave, and the iPad2 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in attending the concert, one of my biggest peeve is re-ignited. Crazy, screaming fans. Can't stand them. Feel like clogging everyone of them on the head until they shut the fark up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's wrong with sitting down properly and enjoying a concert then clapping at the appropriate times, like in a musical or a circus. It's ironic that people behave more like clowns and animals at a concert than at a circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, nothing I can do about it since I love Kpop, and this is something that comes with it. I just have to tolerate and pray hard that it does not turn me into a murderous maniac. Those kids just seem sooooooooo easy... Sooooooooo easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And MBlaq is not too shabby at all! I really did enjoyed their performance. The singing was pretty solid and the dancing was better than I expected. Superb fan service too. When Lee Joon half-heartedly lifted his top in the first song, I was thinking hey maybe this guy is finally sick of showing off his body, but nooooooooo. He actually ripped it clean apart during the next song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I almost lost my eardrums in the crazy, shrill fan screeching that ensued for quite a while after said ripping. Thanks Lee Joon. THANKS! Are you gonna pay for my hearing aid? You think I am still young like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my own fangirl moment occurred with the third song because they sang "You Are My +", which I love but thought they would not sing because it's not even an official single or anything. Pleasant surprise. I love it so much that I just sat there and looked at them dreamily with glazed eyes throughout the entire song. It was a lovely moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dude of the night goes to... G.O.! He is just so good-looking! Especially without his mustache. I am so glad that he decided to get rid of the thing. There's something very smothering about his eyes that makes him very sexy. Even when he's all sweaty from all that performing. I really think he is way better looking than Lee Joon, so I don't understand why a lot of fans seem to think that Lee Joon is the major sex appeal in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are on the topic, I have to say I have absolutely no clue what is going on with Lee Joon's hair. It's probably not apparent because I always seem to be picking on him, but he is actually my favourite member of MBlaq. Somewhere along the lines of ripping his shirt, trying to look Rain-like yet unable to hide his innate dorkiness, and dancing SNSD in shorts and heels, he just grew on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get really annoyed when stupid things happen to him. Now I am giving him the benefit of the doubt that he did not voluntarily allow his hair to become like that. I like to think that it is Rain's way of keeping his fellas in check. I suspect he was responsible for G.O.'s mustache too. Like, you know, by allocating them unappealing facial hair and ridiculous haircuts, it consolidates his position as the king of the pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I do so love Kpop. Because I can say frivolous things like that and have a good laugh. I don't know why I enjoy such things, but I just do. Don't judge me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a little disappointed that they did not sing "Cry", but all's good. I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beerhouse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mblaq's performance, I left (sorry T-ara!) because I had to rush to meet the Pinkies at our favourite neighbourhood KTV pub, Beerhouse! A little singing, card games, conversation, laughter and my usual $8 coca cola makes a wonderful chillaxing end to my busy, yet fulfilling Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: No checks on this post because I am freaking tired right now. And hungry too. Bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Lazy to write about the other groups' performances, but Gahi from After School is soooooooooooooooooooo beautiful! I kinda like After School because I only two of their songs so can't say I am a fan, but Gahi is really soooooooooooooooooooo beautiful. Like a goddess. Seriously, she is absolutely what I imagined Venus would look like. So lucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1240229972629864859?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1240229972629864859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1240229972629864859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/06/wedding-rehearsalkung-fu-panda-2heal.html' title='Wedding Rehearsal.Kung Fu Panda 2.Heal The World.Beerhouse'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-8710335196636316073</id><published>2011-06-02T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:43:22.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?_?</title><content type='html'>Is it June already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did May?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-puzzled-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-8710335196636316073?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8710335196636316073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8710335196636316073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='?_?'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-8823692940649114991</id><published>2011-05-23T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:39:15.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently Watching...</title><content type='html'>Chosun Police. Which is kinda like CSI, Joseon-era style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They use calligraphy brushes to dust for prints and put their solutions in gourd bottles. And just in case you are thinking what kind of solutions they use, it's all made from natural stuffs. For instance to test for blood stains, they use a solution made out of some herbs and spices which will make all blood stains appear even after washing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they even have a interrogation room, complete with a space for the cop or the witness to spy on the criminal, like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img715.imageshack.us/img715/6299/interrogationroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if this is really how they do it back in the Joseon days, but I think it's a really nice touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-8823692940649114991?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8823692940649114991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8823692940649114991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/currently-watching.html' title='Currently Watching...'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-3165503046732184923</id><published>2011-05-19T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:04:12.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Of The Day #11</title><content type='html'>Can't stand those asswipes who 见高就攀, 见低就踩！ 天作孽尤可恕，人作孽不可活!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better watch out, what goes around comes around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-3165503046732184923?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3165503046732184923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3165503046732184923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/thought-of-day-11.html' title='Thought Of The Day #11'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4520863819891492463</id><published>2011-05-19T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:14:40.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am...</title><content type='html'>Barely holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I won't go down like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4520863819891492463?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4520863819891492463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4520863819891492463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am.html' title='I Am...'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-2702012382423205959</id><published>2011-05-15T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T01:44:16.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>...do I always feel so angry and frustrated about so many things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are even none of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. I have issues man. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-2702012382423205959?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2702012382423205959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2702012382423205959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/why.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4458373002933400785</id><published>2011-05-11T02:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T02:59:49.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Bottom Of My Selfish Heart... Really.</title><content type='html'>Seriously I had it with all the bullshit behaviour because of GE. It was something that I have to tolerate before the GE, because such exchanges of opinions are necessary for people to make an informed decision, but now that it's over, can we just move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't support any party and I honestly don't think I have the time or energy to get all worked up over anyone. I rather spend all that time and energy on my loved ones or try learning new things to upgrade myself so that those SCARY FOREIGN TALENTS WON'T COME AND TAKE AWAY MY JOB! OMFG! WHAT SHOULD I DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with this obsessive fear that they will snatch ALL OF OUR JOBS? Please! Most Singaporeans are so elitist that they wouldn't just take any job anyway, either salary not high enough, benefits not extensive enough, location not good enough, or company name not pretty enough. I cannot count how many times I hear someone say that they want to work overseas because they feel that they will be happier and can make a better living than in Singapore. So if you don't want something and someone else takes it, then suddenly they are thieves? And do you think if you really go overseas, people won't despise you like you despise the foreign talents here? And I really cannot believe how harsh some people are being. Calling them all sorts of names and telling them to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE TRY TO REMEMBER THAT MOST OF US ARE DESCENDANTS OF IMMIGRANTS WHO ALSO CAME HERE TO SEEK A BETTER LIFE. You think those villagers from the fishing village very happy to see our grandfather and grandmother come here, cut their trees and steal their fish? If they had gotten really dulan and used their fishing spears to chase our ancestors out, you think you will even be here saying all these things today? You may just turn out to be, God forbid, a/an (insert derogatory racial slur here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone think I am selfish or that I don't love my country, so be it. Who can really claim that their motives are not entirely self-serving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people who supports the Opposition oh-so-wholeheartedly, can you honestly say that you are not using them to vent out your own personal frustrations against the Government? Can you honestly say that you REALLY just want to fight for a better life for the rest of your fellow countrymen who, in your eyes, are suffering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your reasons are self-serving, then just admit it. I will respect you all the more for it. Don't pretend to get all holy-preachy on the people who supports PAP, accusing them of not loving their country just because they choose to support the party that they feel can offer them better living options, albeit at a high cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those who kept saying that people who vote for PAP better not complain about crowded trains or whatever shit, I have one question. Does this mean I can slap you the next time I see you sitting on a public bench built by our Government aka PAP? Or when you go to the library to borrow a free book? And you better make sure you donate your growth package to charity too. The money is soiled with corruption! Don't use! It will taint your pure soul of moral righteousness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also do not agree with the idea of having a by-election for Potong Pasir. The lost was sad, I feel for Mr Chiam See Tong and hope he take this chance to get a very, very well-deserved rest, but the people had a chance and although it was close, the majority did voted for a change. It is what it is. Singapore is known for our strict laws, and this is something good. If a petition really pushed through for a by-election today, tomorrow we will have more and more people trying to play it fast and loose with the rules, because hey if something like election results can be vetoed if enough people supports it, why not I try to petition for something else too? Before you know it, we will be back in the 70s when gangsters collect protection money everywhere, and flies hover all around our food WHILE we are eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also if PAP agrees to something like that, which probably will never happen, what is to say that they won't try to push for a by-election for Aljunied too? Or even Hougang? One person down is one opponent's advantage to victory, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't be too smug, PAP supporters! Stop calling Opposition supporters ungrateful or ignorant! You think you are so smart? Open your eyes! Our government is not perfect. Yes, they have done a lot of good; clean and safe streets, a somewhat good education system, exposure to global influences and all the trappings of a great metropolitan. Growing up here, there are a lot of opportunities for learning and the cultivation of personal development, and I am appreciative of that. But no one can deny that our government really seems to enjoy making citizens pay. In the past few years, it's like their favourite pastime is to erect ERP gantries, raise GST, parking, housing, anything that comes with a price tag, you name it, they increase it. And more and more people find themselves severely unable to cope because what they earn just cannot catch up to the fast rising prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the reason why we need the Opposition. Not to oppose every single policy or to tear apart everything that was built up before, but to keep a balance and to put things in better perspective. To say the things that is on everyone's mind, but not talked about due to whatever reason be it fear or just lack of opportunity. We may not be suffering a lot as compared to some other countries, but I think what a lot of people need is to be given a chance to take in a breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't say I am not disturbed that they earn more a day than what my whole family spend in a week. Also, things like ridiculously unqualified parliament members, a particular government-related entity unreasonably terminating an opposition party supporter, callously leaving an opposition's ward to its own devices immediately after the elections, all these things are just not right. PAP, now is the time when you can choose to be gracious and show the citizens that you can live up to your promises, whether to thank your supporters for believing in you, or to prove the people who don't believe in you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that perhaps the problem is that PAP is too "elite" while the Opposition is too "heartlander". They don't really understand each other's starting and ending point. And I agree. I really do. If only the two can find someway to mesh and communicate better. There are so many good people in both PAP and Opposition. We ARE in the 21st century, there are so many things that were not even thought of in the past made possible today. Is it really so difficult or so terrible for opposing parties to work together and help the people? Are we all not standing on the same earth and breathing the same air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really just trying to be as rational and reasonable as possible. It is just frustrating to me when people defy logic and common sense and start acting crazy. There is really no point in having a good government when the people are turning on each other. There is no need to love the person next to you, you just have to be civil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: If you don't agree with me or any of the things I have posted here, I am all ears. It's always enlightening to hear different views, and learn in the process. But if all you want to do is flame me because I have a different perspective, then just fuck off, ok. I don't care who you support. I don't have patience for people like that anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4458373002933400785?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4458373002933400785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4458373002933400785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/from-bottom-of-my-selfish-heart-really.html' title='From The Bottom Of My Selfish Heart... Really.'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-6050310103090852455</id><published>2011-05-10T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:22:05.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Is Fun When You Are Able To Understand And Feel So Smart!</title><content type='html'>Currently attending an Excel course provided by company. So interesting! Excel is seriously one of the most amazing Microsoft programs that I have ever used!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight is first lesson for Korean class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a grand day of learning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=IF(AND(COURSE=Excel,COURSE=KOREAN),"YAAY!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-6050310103090852455?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6050310103090852455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6050310103090852455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/learning-is-fun-when-you-are-able-to.html' title='Learning Is Fun When You Are Able To Understand And Feel So Smart!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-3866253021690381088</id><published>2011-05-09T08:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:51:48.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Music Wave</title><content type='html'>Transaction completed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section T14 Row 13 Seat 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-3866253021690381088?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3866253021690381088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3866253021690381088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/korean-music-wave.html' title='Korean Music Wave'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1933141138460969106</id><published>2011-05-06T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:11:30.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Eve Of The General Elections...</title><content type='html'>I am too lazy to do a blog post, but I have said plenty on Facebook so I shall just post whatever I have posted on Facebook, which represents how I feel, without any prejudice against anyone or any party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Opposition is needed to keep things in perspective and in check. No arguments there. But there is no need to fight, esp. not amongst ourselves. That's the thing that bothers me the most. We are not against each other. Everyone just have a different idea of what a good government is and how they provide for us. There is no need to despise or personally attack someone who don't share the same opinion as you. Hating only makes life miserable esp. when you hate something that is part of your daily life and will always somehow be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a reason why I don't really like to read newspapers and prefer the Internet. You are right. I an surprised that there are still people who think that there is absolute freedom of speech anywhere. That's why I feel that there is no true justice in this world. Everyone needs to look at everything with an open mind and not take their frustrations out at people who disagrees with their views. They are not the enemy, just people who have a different perspective. Some people sees a govt whose hobby is to raise GST, erect ERP gantries, take our money and waste it on frivolous things. While others see one that gives them a clean country, safe streets, exposure to a somewhat good education system and global influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coin always has two sides."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something from the email discussions I had with friends who are able to participate without letting personal beliefs get in the way of differing views. Something that I have learnt to appreciate A LOT since this whole GE thing started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"People are going against each other because of differing political views. It’s quite sad. We should be united to push for a better government, and not turn on each other. That’s why I don’t like to discuss politics. If I say I don’t agree with PAP’s policies, the people who support PAP will say I am ungrateful. If I say  I don’t agree with Opposition’s points, people who support Opposition will say I don’t care about my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no winning de loh. I am really just someone who sees both good and bad of both PAP and Opposition. And I spoke to a lot of people who are like that too. And honestly, we feel oppressed by those people who are so extreme in their views, that they don’t respect our perspective. Do you know that someone I know who supports opposition call me ignorant and stupid? Then I just walk away from him. Although next day he come and apologise to me, but the damage is already done. I don’t care about other people, but you are my friend, so I want to share with you. I love my country too. And I respect people who bothers to fight for a better life here. But don’t turn on the people who are neutral because they don’t agree with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ignorant, I know a long time ago our govt is not fair. I had a tutor who used to work for Straits Times, he told us a lot of things about how govt control the media. He once wrote a neutral analysis about the change of society and government influences on media and freedom of speech in Singapore, then his editor don’t allow it to be printed because it’s deemed as offensive to govt. I think we should learn from people like him. He never say anything bad about govt at all. He just shared his experiences and tell us to make our own judgments instead of blindly following the media."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in conclusion, another FB post, which will be the last of what I have to say about this GE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Perhaps. But some I feel just wants to fight about something. A person's love for his or her country is not measured by how much you win an argument with someone who don't agree with you. Not posting anything on FB about GE does not mean I don't love my country or that I have no views. It just means that I don't like to fight with people who will call me names for having my own perspective."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1933141138460969106?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1933141138460969106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1933141138460969106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-eve-of-general-elections.html' title='On The Eve Of The General Elections...'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-7628076256284520959</id><published>2011-05-06T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T02:13:38.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After 7</title><content type='html'>Sanity shall resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-7628076256284520959?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7628076256284520959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7628076256284520959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/after-7.html' title='After 7'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-6811736007726796515</id><published>2011-05-05T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:07:37.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dear Participant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for registering for the course “Navigating Korean I”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pleased to inform you that the course is confirmed to commence as scheduled. Details are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Course -          Navigating Korean I&lt;br /&gt;*Date -            10 May to 19 July 2011, once a week on Tuesday evenings&lt;br /&gt;*Time -            7.00pm to 9.30pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second attempt at picking up Korean! At a better place this time with a better curriculum (it's NUS Extension hor!) and, fingers crossed, better teacher. Did not like the weirdo I got the last time. Hope I can do some major "navigate Korean" soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-6811736007726796515?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6811736007726796515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6811736007726796515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/notice.html' title='Notice'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4883741308076569026</id><published>2011-05-05T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:55:07.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Of The Day  #1</title><content type='html'>“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.” - Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do ancient people always say the most awesome shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me THINK! OMG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4883741308076569026?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4883741308076569026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4883741308076569026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/quote-of-day-1.html' title='Quote Of The Day  #1'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1355767621622211364</id><published>2011-05-04T17:17:00.089+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:30:29.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5:56 and I managed to kill all that boring time! Feels like a tiny [insert random sports term describing when players does some awesome shit and everyone cheers]</title><content type='html'>I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have like 43 minutes to kill before I can &lt;strike&gt;charge&lt;/strike&gt; get out of the office &lt;strike&gt;like a cow with a fire burning her arse&lt;/strike&gt;. Meeting the girls to celebrate FK's birthday, which is tomorrow. Looking forward to it so much. I love my Pinkies very much. Even though I know they probably don't love me as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with my colleague, Pat, today during our shopping-lunch (that is when we skip lunch to do some quick shopping, opting to wolf down packed lunches, today it's Subway, in the office afterwards) and the topic of interest vs. careers came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She concluded that she would be great in a customer service role while I, well, I being clueless as to what my forte in life is replied, "I think I would make a great general, releasing all my pent-up frustration and anger through screaming orders at people." And we both had a good laugh out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I really have no idea what for me a good career make. I sorta always wanted to be a teacher, but I honestly doubt my abilities to remain patient and caring in the face of children who may be impossible to teach, because let's face it, there are a lot of dumbshit kids in this world just waiting to screw adults over. Not being judgmental, just stating an observation I have from my 28 years, a significant portion of that as a dumbshit kid myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am pretty sure about one thing. I cannot mix my interests and my career, because I would probably either get really frustrated and/or lose my interest entirely sooner or later. The joys of having hobbies and pastimes is the sheer bliss of indulging in them after a tiring/stressful/annoying day at work, which feels so much more magnified because you felt so fucked up in the moments leading up to it. Maybe I am an oddball here, but it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless we are talking about a career in singing. Or acting. Or clowning. I would love being any of those things. Except that I am not a particularly great singer, I do okay, I guess, just not great, and I don't think I will excel at being an actress or a clown as I feel severe anxiety if I have to talk in front of a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Pat did mention that she thinks that I am a very logical and analytical person, which would be great in a role related to system process analysis. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words are very foreign to me. I have heard many terms used to describe me. Temperamental, friendly, loud, easy-going, grouchy, funny, &lt;strike&gt;bitch,&lt;/strike&gt; etc, etc, but logical and analytical? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like things to make sense to me. I don't consider myself as a stupid person, hence if there is something I cannot rationalise out in my mind in any way, then it is something beyond my level of understanding so it would essentially be redundant for me to even try to comprehend it any further. But then again, I am a ridiculous person with a random abundance of peculiar, wayward thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I really have no idea, so whatever. Although a system process analyst sounds really cool, doesn't it? Or system analysis processor? That sounds like a proper job too. One that brings in a lot of the big bucks. Right, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1355767621622211364?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1355767621622211364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1355767621622211364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/556-and-i-managed-to-kill-all-that.html' title='5:56 and I managed to kill all that boring time! Feels like a tiny [insert random sports term describing when players does some awesome shit and everyone cheers]'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-5277504793010134017</id><published>2011-05-04T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T16:05:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you but I love it when it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something about the feeling of being encloaked within as the pattering of the water hits earth with the distant rumbling of the thunder outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorms are the best. Nothing like being buried under the sheets while the skies rage against whatever pent up frustration it has for the humankind in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least that's what it feels like to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining afternoon with a cup of tea. An elusive moment of bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I am at home right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-5277504793010134017?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5277504793010134017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5277504793010134017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/rain.html' title='It&apos;s Raining'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-3791141580367753199</id><published>2011-05-03T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T17:43:11.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>As humans, we sometimes just want to believe the good things about people even though the bad is right there, glaring at you. We even try to seek out the good just so we don't have to believe the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it may seem naive, but I think that it's actually a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it keeps people in a place where things are still nice and wonderful. The saddest thing about growing up is that we slowly lose touch with our innocence and become so cynical and skeptical about everything around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I still want to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-3791141580367753199?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3791141580367753199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/3791141580367753199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-6718482079888487004</id><published>2011-05-03T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:54:56.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been  Up To During The Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/8765/starcraft2n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got around to playing this game! It's been a while since I spent more than 2 hours on a non-frivolous game. *cues Diner Dash music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not a hardcore gamer at all. The last "serious" game I played was Warcraft III: Reign Of Chaos. I just have this thing for Blizzard's games, which unlike other games, does not leave me confused and frustrated. Can't wait to go home tonight to continue my campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jim Raynor is awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-6718482079888487004?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6718482079888487004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6718482079888487004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-ive-been-up-to-during-long-weekend.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been  Up To During The Long Weekend'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-7414772553310171677</id><published>2011-04-29T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:49:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>信念</title><content type='html'>人活着并不是为了逞一时志气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;岂能尽如人意 但求无愧于心&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-7414772553310171677?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7414772553310171677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7414772553310171677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_29.html' title='信念'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-6337675681213040994</id><published>2011-04-28T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:19:11.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daily Hallyu Hour</title><content type='html'>Oh Joy! The day just got a little better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://events.insing.com/feature/korean-music-wave-2011-hits-town-in-july/id-e0e63400" target="_blank"&gt;Korean Music Wave 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the chance to catch Big Bang live and see if they are really all that. Jasu told me her colleague went for their concert in Korea and it was so good. I would really like to up their &lt;a href="http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/02/invasion-of-single-eyelid-bishounens.html" target="_blank"&gt;final score&lt;/a&gt; because Jasu was very indignant how Big Bang can get the lowest score, and I feel quite bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who is this &lt;a href="http://www.allkpop.com/2011/04/jang-geun-suk-and-snsd-top-oricon-daily-singles-chart" target="_blank"&gt;Jang Geun Suk&lt;/a&gt; person? He seems to be all over the place recently. I vaguely know that he's in that Mary Live Outside or something drama. But I haven't watched it yet. Maybe I should ey, he looks really... pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-6337675681213040994?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6337675681213040994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/6337675681213040994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-daily-hallyu-hour.html' title='My Daily Hallyu Hour'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-8789638688082297361</id><published>2011-04-28T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:49:54.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring It On</title><content type='html'>Why does everyone and their grandfather wants to give me advice that I did not sought for? Are they interested to know where they can shove their advice up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am decided. I am not going to crawl into a hole and hide even if it means going into a nasty, underhanded, dirty fight. I will not be sorry to my integrity or my principles. I am already fat and have rapidly aging looks that are only pleasant at best, a clear conscience is all I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-8789638688082297361?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8789638688082297361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/8789638688082297361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/04/bring-it-on.html' title='Bring It On'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-5492503704703933692</id><published>2011-04-28T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T02:54:49.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>忌</title><content type='html'>我还是做不到像一些人那么阴险, 无耻。没有关系! 至少，我对得起自己的良心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总有一次, 天会收你。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-5492503704703933692?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5492503704703933692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5492503704703933692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_28.html' title='忌'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-5590243826218476231</id><published>2011-04-27T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T12:44:38.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yaay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target=_blank href="http://www.allkpop.com/2011/04/shinee-to-perform-at-abbey-road-studios-in-london-to-celebrate-their-japanese-debut"&gt;SHINee to perform at Abbey Road Studios in London to celebrate their Japanese debut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are GOING PLACES! Feel so proud for them that they are getting this kind of recognition. I do not know anything about this famous studio, but getting invited to perform in London is a big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blast, boys! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-5590243826218476231?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5590243826218476231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/5590243826218476231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-yaay.html' title='Oh Yaay!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-4495825574758133855</id><published>2011-04-27T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T12:36:02.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I...</title><content type='html'>...really be that manipulative and hypocritical person who does not say what she really feels and just present an opinion that she knows for sure will be well-received, possibly resulting in being placed in a positive light yet feeling like a piece of crapshit because she knows that it is very, very wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I am thinking maybe I can be. If just to make life a little easier, a little simpler. It's tiring to have to pretend just to stay relevant. But maybe it's just so much easier than fighting against the current everyday just to hold on to a little bit of principle and conscience, then feeling like a broken, ragged doll at the end of the day every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to be that person. I would despise myself so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality of an adult is still something I find difficult to take in in entirety. Little wonder why I choose to immerse myself in everything remotely opposite of my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-4495825574758133855?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4495825574758133855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/4495825574758133855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-i.html' title='Can I...'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-1625313059520747196</id><published>2011-04-26T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:56:46.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake Gyllenhal.Source Code</title><content type='html'>Watched Source Code yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual Jake Gyllenhaal is so awesome. He is like some box office Viagra, any movie he's in is bound to get at least some kudos. I wonder what it's like to be able to do anything and people always say you are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img864.imageshack.us/img864/5294/jakegyllenhaalsourcecodks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that. You never know such a combination of dorkish intelligence and suave boyishness can co-exist in such an unexpected package. Yes, I am talking about his body. He really does not give off the aura of someone who has a body like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img860.imageshack.us/img860/2270/c958ejakegyllenhaalshir.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-1625313059520747196?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1625313059520747196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/1625313059520747196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/04/jake-gyllenhalsource-code.html' title='Jake Gyllenhal.Source Code'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-2484329229812648106</id><published>2011-04-25T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:13:33.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's The Humble Pie?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, why are there people out there who are so full of themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe their shit don't stink and their fart smells like Chanel, but if I shoot them with a gun, they still die, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why in the world are they so arrogant? It's a sad day for Humility who just choked on a dust bunny and coughed it's lungs out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-2484329229812648106?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2484329229812648106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/2484329229812648106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/04/wheres-humble-pie.html' title='Where&apos;s The Humble Pie?'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-7657809749857444180</id><published>2011-04-25T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:27:18.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Wot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" src="http://youtube.com/v/RnLbxpPdzfE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I don't know what this boy is up to nowadays. But I guess it's a consolation that he still looks manly doing this. Especially in comparison to Key. No one, and I mean NO ONE can out-diva Key!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-7657809749857444180?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7657809749857444180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7657809749857444180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/04/say-wot.html' title='Say Wot?'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-7189820582646246130</id><published>2011-04-24T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T17:00:28.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>宫锁心玉</title><content type='html'>Currently watching this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img820.imageshack.us/img820/8017/gongt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, never thought this day will come, but I am actually watching and recommending a show from China. People who knows me well knows that I am a fan of historical shows; and people who knows me better knows my love-hate relationship with anything China. Love the history, but the people, erm, not so much. Love the products because they are so affordable, but always skeptical about the quality I am getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, this show is nice! It's about a modern day woman named Qing Chuan who accidentally time-travels to the Qing Dynasty during the reign of Emperor Kangxi, who I heard was a really great emperor, right into the thick of the palace politics and struggle for power. In the midst of trying to adapt her modern beliefs and behaviour in a time entirely different from her own, she also has to deal with scheming concubines, mercenary servants, as well as being torn between two princes contending for her affections and the emperor's trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love such plots! Especially when it's set in the ancient times. People in history just seems so much more fascinating. Probably because they don't waste their time sitting around, hitting away at board with 105 keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thoroughly enjoy the love story arc with Qing Chuan and the two princes, namely Prince 4 and Prince 8. There is another dude who is totally in love with her, but we all know he is just a minor distraction. There have been lots of comparisons with Boys Over Flowers, and I totally agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing Chuan initially likes Prince 4, with his quiet, deeply intelligent demeanor, and despises Prince 8 who is essentially a spoiled brat who bullies his way into whatever he pleases. But she will later fall for Prince 8, though I am not sure how yet. I am still at the point of the story where I think Prince 4 is better, although it's clear right from the beginning that there is this unyielding, cruel streak about him. Oh well, dark streak or not, I am forever a Hanazawa Rui supporter. Just gotta like the quiet, tortured soul types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, if you have time, give it a watch. It's a pretty well-paced show without too many boring moments. The leading lady is rather adorable and somehow manages to make the character of a modern day woman adapting so quickly to life as a palace maid believable. And while I don't find the two princes particularly handsome or charming, the scenes with Qing Chuan and Prince 4 always make me feel a little whimsical, while those of her with Prince 8 always makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing the show lacks though is the mind-blowing strategical schemes that Queen Seon Deok had. I am always cheering and/or applauding while I was watching QSD. Now that is some good television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Just for the record, I have nothing against China. My grandparents were immigrants from China, so by default of direct lineage, China is sort of considered my ancestral land. And I love those Hong Kong shows about ancient China. I find the landscape beautiful and the stories fascinating. I just have more unpleasant experiences with people from China than I care to remember. Try getting stuck at an immigration customs full of China people and you will know what I mean. But that said, I also understand how people can be really discriminating towards them. I am constantly being mistaken as being from China, and some of the incidents I had were not so pleasant. People can be really rude and arrogant towards you if they think you are from China. So well, I guess I am both sides of the coin. What to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-7189820582646246130?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7189820582646246130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7189820582646246130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_24.html' title='宫锁心玉'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12677581.post-7167510596715807048</id><published>2011-04-23T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:49:57.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Saturday!</title><content type='html'>It's been a few days since I last blogged. Quite a change from the two or three posts a day frivolity that I indulged in for the past couple of months. I figured that since I hit the 1000-post mark, which was sort of a personal goal ever since I discovered I had about 900 over posts in February, I should really just bring it down a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I kept meaning to blog about my Taipei trip. But the sheer volume of photos to go through just feels taxing. Feels like I am working and that is not what I and this blog is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I have such trivial whims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, currently watching Modern Family and Better With You, both fairly recent sitcoms that I managed to watch a little during my flight to Taipei. Gotta love SIA; they even have SHINee's album in their music collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to catch up with "western" stuffs for a change. I've been so into Korean entertainment recently that I feel disassociated with all the other things that I love. I used to be so up-to-date with the latest movies, music, shows and entertainment whatnots. Hollywood gossips were like a second language to me. Nowadays I can barely remember to read allkpop.com at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what growing up does to you, you don't really have time for everything you love to do. Favourite activities inevitably turning into pastimes that you hardly find yourself having the time to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good example for me is going for shows. I cannot remember the last time I saw a concert, musical, play or artistic performance that is not a free invite. Something that I actually wanted to watch and set out to purchase a ticket for. There is always something, a reason or an excuse to just skip it. An appointment or just sheer tiredness. And this is something I am really looking to change. I am always looking at the Sistic website for things to go for. I just don't know why I am always procrastinating on actually buying a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, but I do love holidays. Gives a person the chance to discover new things and helps to remind her of all the things that she loves to do which she has not done in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling is something that will always be a top for me, something that I will never put away and have no time for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter tomorrow! If you celebrate Easter. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12677581-7167510596715807048?l=keiia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7167510596715807048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12677581/posts/default/7167510596715807048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keiia.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-saturday.html' title='Good Saturday!'/><author><name>Keiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982812371602105758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/3044/81875096ho.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
