<?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-5550264</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:15:53.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I left a (huge) dent here.</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi, I am Tarn. In a nutshell - i'm really like anything else. This little blog is about leaving a mark, sharing little pieces of usless information, especially about music. actually you can sort of call it a music blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108750199953105108</id><published>2004-06-18T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T04:22:36.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG MELTDOWN.</title><summary type='text'>I just had an epiphany. I am going to stop Blogging.You see, I can't really spread music this way. It's silly to presume people will feel the same way I do about songs and it is silly to presume that I can make them, with my words.Other than that, I don't see the point in me blogging anymore (in general). everything I write here seems redundant, except for this last entry whichis important </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108750199953105108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108750199953105108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108750199953105108' title='BLOG MELTDOWN.'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108740093470013897</id><published>2004-06-16T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T00:00:59.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, give me a reason.</title><summary type='text'>Oh, i haven't blogged in a while, but you see there are a thousand things i wantto write, but they all seem redundant, the only people who read this are my friends.And they don't quite fancy my music taste, so i can't even recommend a nice song or a band and feel content, but I always do it anyway, afterall, this is what this blog is about. So, i just realised to my horror i did not introduce</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108740093470013897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108740093470013897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108740093470013897' title='Yes, give me a reason.'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108705127720248755</id><published>2004-06-12T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T01:36:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He only wanted to be happy.</title><summary type='text'>this is called a "boyflag", a secret, or maybe a not so secret code to let the world know you are homosexual. The 8 stripes on the flag represent a component of a community. Somehow, the flag doesn't seem to contain all of the colours, but you get the drift. 1. Hot Pink for Sex 2. Red for Life 3. Orange for Healing 4. Yellow for Sun 5. Green for Nature 6. Turquoise for Art 7. Indigo for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108705127720248755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108705127720248755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108705127720248755' title='He only wanted to be happy.'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108655249061958849</id><published>2004-06-07T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T05:12:07.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words that made me smile today</title><summary type='text'>"The glove compartment is inaccurately namedand everybody knows itso I'm proposing a swift, orderly change'cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm"death cab for cutie - title and registration. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108655249061958849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108655249061958849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108655249061958849' title='words that made me smile today'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108654328413568065</id><published>2004-06-07T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T01:35:43.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>news.</title><summary type='text'>Let's see, Ronald Reagan passed away today and Christiane Amanpour CNN's top war correspondent accidentally blurted out BUSH's name instead of Reagan's, when she mentioned his demise on national television!!goes to show what she was thinking!! haha.i found that funny and just had to share..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108654328413568065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108654328413568065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108654328413568065' title='news.'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108652789356216049</id><published>2004-06-06T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T21:18:13.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zombie</title><summary type='text'>Today, I have nothing to Blog.Besides, nobody likes to read about other people's philosophies.It's boring. Everyone has their own, presuming everyone reflects once in a while and sowhen someone else comes around and shoves their ideas unto people's faces, or casually shares it, people don't like it. I don't like it. well maybe on occasions.Nowadays, I just feel passively bored and actively </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108652789356216049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108652789356216049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108652789356216049' title='zombie'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108625583723721726</id><published>2004-06-03T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T18:09:14.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams do turn into reality and baloons don't just burst.</title><summary type='text'>shuyi and i are women on a mission, after which we will be happy and free. Can you guess what it is?.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108625583723721726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108625583723721726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108625583723721726' title='Dreams do turn into reality and baloons don&apos;t just burst.'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108619064101863711</id><published>2004-06-02T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T23:52:55.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he is a throbber alright. I get one girly entry! i do!</title><summary type='text'> I watched troy with my parents yesterday.I wished I was greek. I wished i lived in medieval times for reasons that havenothing to do with the next few lines, okay maybe a little.But, just think about it for a second,your husband or lover would probably have been a warrior of sorts, sohe would definitely have a hot body! =&gt;and may i just say that if ever there was a woman i would want to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108619064101863711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108619064101863711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108619064101863711' title='he is a throbber alright. I get one girly entry! i do!'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108611426650338180</id><published>2004-06-02T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T02:29:23.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The two sides.</title><summary type='text'>Tarnima, has gone on to the "dark side".(shuyi thinks so too.)yes this is true. Previously,I used to think every single person in this world, was beautifulno matter what, they all looked pleasant. (in terms of their looks)but now,i am quite the bitch and really rude.i criticize pple's looks a lot, and i use harsh words andcliché lines  like "look like shit" or " my ass looks better" and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108611426650338180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108611426650338180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108611426650338180' title='The two sides.'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108590080306428097</id><published>2004-05-30T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T15:19:05.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question.</title><summary type='text'>How do you know when you are an active participant in a game called "friendship of convenience"?what do you think? any opinions?i will tell you mine after you give me yours.I feel very deprived and envious when i read blogs about people's lives overseas,not in the states or australia or U.K. but lesser popular countries likejapan, or sweden or france blabla, life there seems much more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108590080306428097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108590080306428097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108590080306428097' title='Question.'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108557589090071408</id><published>2004-05-26T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T17:09:22.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory Rose.</title><summary type='text'>warning : if you're a "cold" person, don't read the following.                           this is for people, who feel.Let met tell you about a pure music(al) genius that is Sigur Ros,Only my favourite band, right now. They hail from Iceland.They sing in "Hopelandic" - quote "an otherworldly mutation of Icelandic, sung in the falsetto cadence of angels"courtesy of Amazon reviews.and you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108557589090071408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108557589090071408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108557589090071408' title='Victory Rose.'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108542410161659769</id><published>2004-05-25T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T02:41:41.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dream</title><summary type='text'>I want to just take a pair of scissors and chop off my hair to a whole new me.I am sick and tired of looking at the same old boring colour, style..They say, a hair cut can propel, a woman to achieve some of the greatest thingsand also to leave behind a bad past (represented by the hair to be cut off)so she can start afresh. You feel lighter and somehow that feeling is transmitted to your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108542410161659769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108542410161659769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108542410161659769' title='The dream'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108530703739275543</id><published>2004-05-23T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T18:44:29.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle &amp; Sebastian</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't resist. You know how different blogs are an outlet for different things, mine's this, i suppose.okay,you have to listen to Belle &amp; Sebastian. They are amazing songwriters,their lyrics, their songs, their music, just speak to you in every way.I love them and I did not want to fall short as an ardent fan and miss out onpassing on their music to the rest of the world.so take a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108530703739275543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108530703739275543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108530703739275543' title='Belle &amp; Sebastian'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108515990489990050</id><published>2004-05-22T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T01:21:30.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogs</title><summary type='text'>I don't usually blog surf, until i reach the ultimate stage of boredom.(which is rare, by the way haha)by blog surf ( i mean, read random blogs). And i know exactly why blogging is so addictive even if you have nothing concrete to write about or when you have moments of doubt, where you think blogging is the lamest thing ever.(these doubts happen especially after you read some other really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108515990489990050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108515990489990050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108515990489990050' title='blogs'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108506878496491498</id><published>2004-05-20T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T23:59:44.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuyi can be real cute.</title><summary type='text'>Before I start, I'd like everyone to know that Shuyi is the queen of Rnb. she recommends me the best RnB and hiphop songs, because I'm not really into them, butshe really is. I wouldn't call it reflective music, but definitely good for dancing.Thank god for her and the radio, I don't look like a geek at clubs.But,today she really really surprised me.Shuyi: Hey tarn, you know the movie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108506878496491498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108506878496491498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108506878496491498' title='Shuyi can be real cute.'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108498469694538381</id><published>2004-05-20T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T00:40:59.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pho to right.</title><summary type='text'>Incase some of you hadn't noticed, I posted some pictures online, i linked it, look at the section on the right.basically, when i changed to my new laptop, 2000 songs got erased alongwith all the pictures i ever took. (they were all infected with virus)so i could only salvage all these photos from weblogimages.have fun.ps: to friends, who have more pictures, send them to me please.thanks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108498469694538381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108498469694538381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108498469694538381' title='Pho to right.'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108485406973943041</id><published>2004-05-18T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T12:24:56.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Silly piece of information.</title><summary type='text'>So, I found out that the extremely cute guy from "the princess diaries" - Robert Schwartzman (who also played Paul Baldino in his cousin, sophia coppola's directorial debut "Virgin Suicides")is actually the lead singer of the band Rooney!.Yes he wrote the song "blueside"His grandfather Carmine Coppola (francis' and his mother's dad) was a musician.which makes him francis' nephew and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108485406973943041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108485406973943041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108485406973943041' title='A Silly piece of information.'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108471200505829461</id><published>2004-05-16T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T20:53:25.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind matters</title><summary type='text'>After watching 5 seasons of the SATC (sex &amp; the city), i often find myself, thinking of all these stories or articles in my head.Just like SJP (sarah jessica parker) did.I don't know, i think the show, is highly addictive and very witty,but I don't quite like it.it's just not my thang.So anyway, having a marathon of 30 mins of approx. 18 running shows (per season)infiltrates one's brains </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108471200505829461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108471200505829461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108471200505829461' title='Mind matters'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108462270298883719</id><published>2004-05-15T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T20:12:43.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackhole</title><summary type='text'>The unknown is one thing that everyone always wonders about.It intrigues many.Right at this very moment, I am having one of those reflective moments.Hence, the blog.Actually these things can sound dangerously cheesy if no one is having those moments, but I'l risk it.If We are the species who have all these thoughts in our heads, without all our imagination, what world would be living in?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108462270298883719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108462270298883719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108462270298883719' title='Blackhole'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108446669318033661</id><published>2004-05-14T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T01:10:57.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's taking me so long to wake up?</title><summary type='text'>It suddenly dawned on me the other day thatthe things I am interested in are thingslike evolution, archeology, geography, history of culturesand needless to say, music, film, art and i pursued none of theseand chose something i thought i liked.and I used to have doubts about what i was doing.I felt like i was stuck in a rut.but being a PollyAnna, i told myself"i can always pursue my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108446669318033661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108446669318033661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108446669318033661' title='what&apos;s taking me so long to wake up?'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108411788701501033</id><published>2004-05-09T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T23:54:42.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>island-fever</title><summary type='text'> jen leaves in a few hours off, to australia. She's backpacking there.21 days, no one to suddenly call and meet abruptly at night or in the day, - infact at any time!or spontaneously catch a movie!I'm gonna miss her! and i am going to sit here and feel rotten for a loong timebecause the only place I can backpack to, is Pulau Ubin, on wed.yawn.have you ever suffered from island fever? I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108411788701501033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108411788701501033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108411788701501033' title='island-fever'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108404861422221024</id><published>2004-05-09T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T04:40:09.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the reminder</title><summary type='text'>One word = comfortable. that's the way I would describe our conversations.There are friends who often make you feel bad about yourself, and then there are those who will be criticalof you in a way that they'd still manage to lift your spirits by proposing a solution rather than merely stating a flaw.Not only did we grow together as friends. but our friendship, grew too. because you were a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108404861422221024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108404861422221024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108404861422221024' title='Thanks for the reminder'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108387272835852449</id><published>2004-05-07T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T04:09:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't say</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes special words of encouragement don't sound very encouragingwhen you need to feel it the most. everything sounds like accusations and you become more defensive than usual.is that normal?.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108387272835852449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108387272835852449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108387272835852449' title='Can&apos;t say'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108367311188130009</id><published>2004-05-04T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T20:21:31.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Dark the Con of Man</title><summary type='text'>So I have been wanting to read this book for the longest time, andjust like an angel that she is, zhen gave me the present of my life.Actually she lent it to me,but what the heck.'The DaVinci Code" - by Dan Brown.It's my current, fast growing favourite. Zhen herself has become obsessed, with the truth about the "truth".She has been going online to check out historical facts expressed in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108367311188130009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108367311188130009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108367311188130009' title='So Dark the Con of Man'/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108318676913634762</id><published>2004-04-29T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T05:39:15.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note to thyself for the future.One day I will meet someone and we will enlighten eachother (we'd be enlightened and amused.)and grow together as people,by feeding off eachother's souls.We will be adventurously content.Our whole lives, we will live in our enchantment.And we will never be like two strangers turning into dust.only because you asked me today how I wanted it to be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108318676913634762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108318676913634762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108318676913634762' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108289284379203283</id><published>2004-04-25T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T17:18:33.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bop your head a billion times and break out of your zone, every bit of you is awakened.This is sort of an album review, a very late one. but anything to share good music!Muse - Absolution  (a MUST BUY album for hard boppers)you know, radiohead is one of my favourite bands of all times,and people have compared Muse to radiohead, though Matt Bellamy (muse's leadsinger) andThom Yorke (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108289284379203283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108289284379203283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108289284379203283' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108284590267975487</id><published>2004-04-25T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T06:34:44.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and inspiration comes at 6 in the morning, as i begin to rest my eyes.okay so someday we will die  and our ashes will fly from theaeroplane over the sea.and all the people who knew us and we ever knew (difference) will die too and all that will be left of us will be our pictures,sort of marking our territory, "yeah i was here"and a snapshot, does not really represent a person's entire life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108284590267975487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108284590267975487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108284590267975487' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108274390157196461</id><published>2004-04-24T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T02:16:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This blog is dying, but not breathed its last, yet.I have been wanting to write so many things.when i don't write it's often because my thoughts are convolutedand incoherent which will serve no purpose, if shared.also, nothing ever seems appropriate anymore, mainly because my bloghas never been a reflection but more of a messages kinda blog.and seeing how the only people who read it are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108274390157196461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108274390157196461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274390157196461' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108254397053142992</id><published>2004-04-21T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T18:42:28.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love playsshe asked him, "would you die for me?"he said "Would I have to do it today?, would you kill me?"she said "yes"so he said, "then kiss me like you mean it".WHO wants to go see this play with me?make your decisions quick, it ends on the 26th.leave your names, and don't be sneaky because i will hold youto your promise and you know it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108254397053142992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108254397053142992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108254397053142992' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108245028486102649</id><published>2004-04-20T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T16:41:01.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>overwhelmed.do you guys watch THE O.C?It's my current favourite show?the songs they play on the show are awesome.check outphantom planet - california</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108245028486102649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108245028486102649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108245028486102649' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108194276985533618</id><published>2004-04-14T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T19:55:24.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you miss me? A treat at the end of this entryTom's my last paper and I am going to borrow a guitarand strum happy tuneless songs on the rooftop, - Naked.I'm getting wireless in my house on thursday. and yes, I am using someone else's wireless account right now.Yes, you can do that. They were dumb enough not to have encrypted it.My new sacred holy shrine of god of a laptop broke down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108194276985533618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108194276985533618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108194276985533618' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108141546016806788</id><published>2004-04-08T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T17:13:45.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*IMPORTANT NOTICE*Hey, Everyone,I just wanted to say that shooby, yes SHUYI has ANOTHER blog.It's her fourth, one.thefourthoneWhen will this madness end, i wonder! And this won't be her last one either.so watch out for number five,six,seven....infinity.in the years to come.i can imagine her resting her sagging breasts on her computer desk and typing till her phalanges, (the bones </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108141546016806788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108141546016806788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108141546016806788' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108123192504369073</id><published>2004-04-06T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T14:15:17.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My fave top modelDo you guys watch America's top modelwell, my favourite has always been elyse.here's a picture of her.it's exam time, this is all i can afford to do.enjoy:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108123192504369073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108123192504369073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108123192504369073' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108098487512839756</id><published>2004-04-03T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T17:40:12.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rubbwonderishhypocrisy and superficialityhow bad is it?Bad enough, till it gets ingrained in our heads and seems like it is okay,and we know, it is not..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108098487512839756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108098487512839756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108098487512839756' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108045598027893729</id><published>2004-03-28T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T14:42:13.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the dictionary defines white noise asn.Acoustical or electrical noise of which the intensity is the same at all frequencies within a given band.I think i like white noise. Especially when i need to shut something, out.The most annoying sort of rythm in the history of the world,has got to be the sound of people "snoring", it's inconsistent, irregular and it's painful.especially when you're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108045598027893729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108045598027893729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108045598027893729' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108040019743276745</id><published>2004-03-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T23:21:56.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ughhhhoh and sometimes i feel like blogging is the dumbest thing in the worldit's lame. i cringe at the stuff i write.it sounds pretensious, preachy, smarty pant like, sometimes even bimbotic,and uppity.other times, i feel like i'm a genius and that i could give enid blyton a run for her money.(notice how i used a children's book writer).oh well, i just like sharing. be it interesting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108040019743276745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108040019743276745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040019743276745' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108028669602842951</id><published>2004-03-26T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T18:32:28.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been very busy busy busyMy current favourite female vocalist is sia furler. I finally finally realised.her voice has so much attitude, it's crazy.sia sings for zero7 together with sophie barker (love her too) and recently tina dico.i especially like sia.try "blow it away" by her.from her album "healing is difficult"or zero7's "distractions" amazing song, with great vocals.zero7 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108028669602842951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108028669602842951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108028669602842951' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-108009854158311724</id><published>2004-03-24T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T12:47:43.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>books are like people. Each has its own personality and the same one can create different responses and feelings in different people.can be liked by one, and absolutely detested by another.it also broadens our perspectives in many ways.When I'm reading books, there are very very few which can hold my interest till the end.I lose interest in books really fast and move on to another before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108009854158311724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/108009854158311724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108009854158311724' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107996986272705410</id><published>2004-03-22T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T00:19:10.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>daddymaddypuddingandpieI love my dad much muchly and though he'l never read this,i felt, i just had to write this...I know there are a lot of girls in this world who'd like to marry guysjust like their dads.. but I'm not sure, i even deserve a guy like mine. (in a good way)You see,When I tell him something like, me: dad know what? i came in 39th out of 40 pple in my classdad: wow. I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107996986272705410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107996986272705410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996986272705410' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107963024419523508</id><published>2004-03-19T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T01:19:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like shuyi's attitude,she said "I figured, he already thinks he's hot and thinks I think he's hot, so I milked the moment for all its worth and stared at him as long as i could"haha. I'd do the same.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107963024419523508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107963024419523508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107963024419523508' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107962758785104197</id><published>2004-03-19T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T00:36:58.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>....thought, this was neat and wanted to share.There is an arc to grief and it takes years to complete its turn.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107962758785104197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107962758785104197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107962758785104197' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107951415360813163</id><published>2004-03-17T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T17:12:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's featureFrom now on, I am going to feature great sites for all of you to visitand perhaps, learn something new or extend your talents, or be inspired.I'm going to add them to my "links" collection for yourfuture reference.here's one such site that i frequent, and thought i'd share.okay, so some of the pieces are..well uhm...but let's give em a chance to shine. ;-&gt;they obviously </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107951415360813163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107951415360813163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107951415360813163' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107943020395376596</id><published>2004-03-16T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T17:45:46.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we've gotta find another way to make the world go 'round.Hi lenny!! glad yo back. i love reading what you have to say.Hi nadia (heh. now that i know you read this!!)No doubt, writes amazing lyrics sometimes.and i take salvation in their words for now.Our individual roles we think Not so important to the plot The big picture unseen Leaving life in between Destroyed and overwrought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107943020395376596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107943020395376596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107943020395376596' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107937587111049719</id><published>2004-03-16T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T02:40:11.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>updateshey! haven't written in a while.well, there's nothing i wcould write when my inspiration has run dry.so i will let you read thisas i was reading my blog recently, i realised i write about things, that most people already know.i'll bet when you read it, all of you go "oh, that's nothing new, i already knew that" and skip skip skip.it doesn't help, that i often get carried away and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107937587111049719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107937587111049719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107937587111049719' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107889937831240582</id><published>2004-03-10T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T14:21:38.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>human waste plays crucial role in girl's ability to think, well - creatively.you know sometimes when i'm taking a crap, i think of the most intriguing thingsand sometimes, it's rather.uhm. silly.you know when you're running by, thoughts in your head or running by,conversations or events of the day, or hypothetical situations?yeah the toilet has indeed proven to be the best thinking place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107889937831240582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107889937831240582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107889937831240582' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107880571249516864</id><published>2004-03-09T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T12:52:23.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The bus ride.forget french, forget spanish now i really wanna learn mandarinso that i can understand what faye wong is singing.i first got hooked on her rebel-angelic voice and creative music stylingsand her clever use of make up, when my primary school bus driver used to play it on the microschool bus. and those days i used to have chinese mtv.so naturally i tried to find out who she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107880571249516864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107880571249516864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107880571249516864' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107868518870751863</id><published>2004-03-08T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T02:57:09.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>statement of the dayi feel like i didn't say this with enough emphasis the last time i said it"i don't waste time on people who don't care in general, or those who don't care about me. unless i care enough to draw them out of that shell. "and soon, i fear, i might get used to certain things andthat is a sign , to evaluate things a little and a get a better idea ofwhat i'm feeling. what i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107868518870751863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107868518870751863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107868518870751863' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107859470500192638</id><published>2004-03-07T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T01:46:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>experiment part 1i plan to start on this little experiment i have been meaning to carry it out for - ever.i am thinking whether i should start tom.it's going to be tough on me.really really tough.hang on till it's completed.then i promise to elaborate on it.it's going to last for a week.you'l know why i can't carry out any longer than that.okay before i give it away. i will stop.__</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107859470500192638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107859470500192638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107859470500192638' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107833433941901918</id><published>2004-03-04T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T02:32:13.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Positivity is an attitude of the mind  ;-&gt; sound familiar?I want to tell you something,before i start, stereotyping is innate in all of us and difficult to controlso let me be. i am being as unbiased as i can be. honest.If people had a choice to see things the way they could, (which we all do)then I wish everyone would see that theyhave it in them to see the good in everything, if they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107833433941901918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107833433941901918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833433941901918' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107799167816279480</id><published>2004-02-29T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T02:37:22.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good days with MollyMy fishes,orange and black, that's what i named them at first.pretty nazi i know. but then, they i thought them to be too vibrant to have such mundane names. and i am anti-supremacist.plus, they are such an inspiration to me.every morning as i eat breakfast.i stare at goldie and molly.(the days, when i actually am able to wake up before noon and it's a goldfish and a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107799167816279480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107799167816279480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107799167816279480' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107782107169083024</id><published>2004-02-27T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T02:46:34.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sitting here nothing TOODOO.which is your favourite Led Zeppelin song?mine iswhen the levee breaks.awesome awesome song.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107782107169083024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107782107169083024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107782107169083024' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107774079473747631</id><published>2004-02-26T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T04:31:09.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>queer desiresnotice how you will always see an ugly guy with a really pretty girl butnever (or very very very rarely) see a really ugly girl with any guy (ugly fat bald handomse) ever??know why? me neither.i guess it is because girls are nicer creatures who are more openminded andtruly desire inner beauty eventually. guys are too engrossed in surface beauty and just want the nookie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107774079473747631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107774079473747631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107774079473747631' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107756061174709602</id><published>2004-02-24T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T02:27:00.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>are best friends supposed to have these kinda conversations?me: Dear god, please make a miracle happen by ensuring that those wretched kids cancel tuition today so that       shuyi can come for fun-orama in time.  if you grant me this wish, i promise to wash my hair every single day.shuyi: Dear god, please make tarnima not be mad with me,because i liao shuyi hereby promise to          go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107756061174709602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107756061174709602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107756061174709602' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107730199489572945</id><published>2004-02-21T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T02:35:11.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUIZDon't particularly like quizes but did this one anyway1.  You are attracted to those who have split personality, like cold    as ice on the outside, but hot as fire in the heart.2.  In the process of courtship, the approach that would make you    feel irresistable is patience, never give up on you.3.  The impression you would like to give to your lover is optimistic.4.  You don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107730199489572945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107730199489572945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107730199489572945' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107729151513863832</id><published>2004-02-20T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T23:52:08.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>excuse me, but this is a mememememe entry When someone, shows me a lot of love and affectioni will return their love.When people are friendly towards me.they naturally make me feel like being friendly towards them.(though i'll admit, the "dears" and the "darlings" don't sound toosweet to my ears. unless you're an aunt, a grandma or a mom.but i guess i'l have to get used to that.it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107729151513863832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107729151513863832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107729151513863832' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107678764243691698</id><published>2004-02-15T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T04:30:23.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MERRY MERRY VALENTINE!Well, what do singles do on valentine's day?they find their other single friends and hang with them:(cept zhen, whose boyfriend is in thailand)though, i think that Valentine's day should be celebrated with familyi mean, if Valentines day is one that celebrates love, then that would be most apt coz i love them a lot.but my mom's away.dad and grandpa (whose in town </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107678764243691698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107678764243691698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107678764243691698' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107668444627860221</id><published>2004-02-13T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T23:02:36.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just felt like writing somethingfor funi'm gonna erase this later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107668444627860221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107668444627860221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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know i can.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107642824907152310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107642824907152310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107642824907152310' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107641918740920527</id><published>2004-02-10T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:21:34.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random Advertising and a weekly update on myself.now that i have mastered the art of posting pictures i am so tempted to post tonnes of thembut i shall wait for a special ocassion,maybe i'l post pics of tara's play.advertise a bit: Tara (Parames wara) okay fine  i made that upMy friend, Tara Tan (bla.. how plain jane is that). will be acting the role of a proud uppity snooty lil bitch.(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107641918740920527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107641918740920527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107641918740920527' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107641641433010776</id><published>2004-02-10T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T20:35:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OOOoOOoOso i have never done any features on my pals andi think they're brilliant so here's to one of em'this is a mini dedication to jen.i have yet to take magnifique pictures of my otherbrilliant pals so this first.This is my darrrleeng buddy: Jennifer, with a little a la vidal sassoon touch by me.i messed with her fringe, i think she should get bangs.don't you?she's out to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107641641433010776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107641641433010776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107641641433010776' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107624039451708876</id><published>2004-02-08T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T19:41:39.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rrrrrrroooooari've had it with angelfire, who keep cancelling my account for god knows what reason.so too bad if you can't hear the song no more.my mom has invited some more people to our house again, tonight! she's a social butterfly did all of you know?it's not that i mind her being all pally with everyone and trying to save the world and all it's just that shealways has to involve us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107624039451708876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107624039451708876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107624039451708876' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107618476645141001</id><published>2004-02-08T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T04:14:30.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOO hoo,what you are listening to right now isSeason song by Blue Statesit's from the 28 days later soundtrack,one of my favourite movie soundtracks of all time.i know i know, you can thank me later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107618476645141001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107618476645141001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107618476645141001' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107605658643612502</id><published>2004-02-06T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T00:25:23.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And this is what i think, againblogging = writing/typing out thoughts.okay, edited, and re-edited nonetheless, but thoughts for sure.i don't think anyone has the right to question what other people blogunless you are questioning their thoughts.you can't do something like that you just can't.why do i feel like i'm gonna regret saying this.*memories of bad blog reading experience plays*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107605658643612502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107605658643612502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107605658643612502' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107600652062851972</id><published>2004-02-06T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T02:43:42.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm, i was silently echoing your thoughts.a lot of people will pass you by in the street or wherever,and give you the -look-  or  the sort which may not even be a look at allthey may even look at you pitting themselves out to be the high and mighty souls of the universe.(remember you are one little peapsqueek out of what uhm..... 6 billion humans in a world of some 50 billion other species)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107600652062851972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107600652062851972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600652062851972' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107582342455647144</id><published>2004-02-03T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T00:05:26.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>short note to pallies:I'm sitting in my mexican mudhouse and popping cherries (non-stop) into my mouth(no i'm literally doing so) i think i'm addicted to them, they're delicious!who woulda thunk?  couple of centuries ago, they were considered little delicacies for Kings and Queens.(you know you see gladiator type movies with them eating cherries with wine?)it's funny how we've progressed </summary><link 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those usual mundane stuff.so there was no need to publish it.just like this.i think i'm just going throughthe phase where i'm rethinking my blog.but that's the thing about phases.they're just -that-temporary.................................................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107566203823291038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107566203823291038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107566203823291038' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107522413729420694</id><published>2004-01-28T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T01:29:37.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* snippets of a schizo conversation between tardevil and tarangel**take away this bad attitude. please please please. oh well, i can't help it*this is an extrememly boring piece of news about myself buti think i have to say it.you see i always tell myself, *okay this is it.* and i promise and give myself2nd 3rd 4th 5th chances..... but somehow, being me, who is no where near being a world</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107522413729420694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107522413729420694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107522413729420694' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107521415190420968</id><published>2004-01-27T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T23:29:57.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.i realise that I'll always be craving a change and nothing'll ever be enough..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107521415190420968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107521415190420968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107521415190420968' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107505450514948403</id><published>2004-01-26T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T02:16:36.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH what will they discover next?bring me an asshole with a bad attitude, a lousy character, who looks like shitbut smellss absolutely brilliant and fantabulously yummyand i'm all his.look i am not an imbecile. It has been scientifically proven that odour influences physical (sexual) attraction.so spray those smackers away*spritz.spritz.spritz*okay other than the uhm (physicality of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107505450514948403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107505450514948403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107505450514948403' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107493512428794740</id><published>2004-01-24T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T17:15:21.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>teeny peepeethis is a funny poem i found from a poetry sitei hope the author doesn't sue mei simply couldn't find his/her name(user: gnormal)i mean this is really a good read! it's creative!  also can someone tell me what the hell it's supposed to mean?tea pee   somedays i sometimes take to tea in order to release the tea.  to hold it in's to hold my own.  unsure i'm free or bound to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107493512428794740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107493512428794740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107493512428794740' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107488130670416546</id><published>2004-01-24T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T16:19:21.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>story of a fat girl.My mom said that cameroon highlands was like scotland.i feel ill and cheated.i should've gone.anyway, i was watching go go love (a B grade chinese movie about 3 ugly people trying to find love at all the wrong places)hey those aren't my words. that's exactly how arts central advertised the show.okay the B grade was added by me.i don't know what made me stop and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107488130670416546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107488130670416546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107488130670416546' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107485606305453476</id><published>2004-01-23T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T19:26:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what i did today okay i may be a little late but here's wishing everyone a BIG GONG XI FA CAI.those ungrateful rats,after inviting em all to my house for eid, you would expect to get atleast one invitation but nope. nadda!! zilch zippydeedoodeedaa.!JUST KIDDING!!! I still love you all. so relax.anyway, i am cursing myself for not being able to wake up in the morning on thursday. to go</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107485606305453476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107485606305453476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107485606305453476' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107461708864284053</id><published>2004-01-21T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T00:53:51.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this may sound extremely bitchy and immaturebut it's from the heart,sometimes it feels really good to hate someone and it's fun to diss them even if they don't deserve it.i am a saddistic person.i like to torture pple for the fun of it. (mentally)I'm sure pple do it to me too. it's all balanced then... so stop sniggering at me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107461708864284053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107461708864284053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107461708864284053' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107451897593397568</id><published>2004-01-19T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T21:37:19.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>perhaps. what we feel sometimes is all to our own doing.we have the power to steer our feelings whichever way we want it to go. or do we?but we let nature take it's course.because choosing to choose the way you feel often is at the sacrifice of long termhappiness or short term sadness and vice versa.you can talk yourself into sanity. and some peace of mind.it's easier said but i also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107451897593397568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107451897593397568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107451897593397568' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107444173414590709</id><published>2004-01-19T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T00:03:38.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm lost in music.the vines - miss jacksonthey did a cover of outkast's, miss jacksonrecently i've been so busy discovering new music.(i get bored very easily.)and the radio and the clubs have been so busy filling our mindswith r n b, hip-hop ,techno and not to mention teenage punk and heavy metal stuff that i really am sick of those now.i miss listening to all the good ol adult </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107444173414590709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107444173414590709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107444173414590709' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107422786952880946</id><published>2004-01-16T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T12:39:10.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to mi amigos:i recently came up with this theory of reaction in order not to aggravate a situationthis is because, i tend to be argumentative and very offensive in the way i say things.it's the way i say it and what i say too.so i decided to take an approach that'd ensure that the situation is peaceful.i hope this theory of reaction makes me improve upon those qualities.those of you who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107422786952880946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107422786952880946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107422786952880946' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107393064029083205</id><published>2004-01-13T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T02:10:23.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>inspired by some poetry readingIt takes a whole lot of talent to write good poetry.or maybe they're just born with it. (shit, this maybelline thing is getting old).I especially like the kind that is not vague, put things in persepective and is simple all at the same time.The kind that has a stellar ending and that indulges you into some thinking but not to the point where you're uttely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107393064029083205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107393064029083205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107393064029083205' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107362566508982584</id><published>2004-01-09T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T13:22:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ATTENTION!Hey everyone who reads my blog(those i know and also to those i don't) - by the way big HEY to those i don't know.i have a favour to ask of you.you see i've realised this blog is always  about me me me me me me me.today i'm gonna try something differentif you have been reading my blog for sometime now you'd have noticed that i always have this habit of reccommending songs to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107362566508982584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107362566508982584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107362566508982584' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107358425099626195</id><published>2004-01-09T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T02:03:55.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love talking to children. sometimes they will stump you with the most remarkablequestions and the most honest of opinions and sometimes, they will open your eyes to a whole new world and make you believe of the endless possibilities, even of miracles.I've never been more at ease and never felt like such a moron either..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107358425099626195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107358425099626195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107358425099626195' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107355204067820266</id><published>2004-01-08T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T16:55:14.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chop your fingers and fry em'I dreamt of something strange today.I opened my window at night and shot a letter (attached to a rocket) into the sky, possibly to the Martians.(as I had watched Mars Attacks on that day)but you know what landed right back at me?a long, lumpy piece of shit.i wonder what that means?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107355204067820266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107355204067820266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107355204067820266' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107349855458324869</id><published>2004-01-08T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T02:08:27.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...Sometimes i feel like living in a cartoon world. It's seems so colourful and excting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107349855458324869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107349855458324869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107349855458324869' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107347587132429869</id><published>2004-01-07T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T20:02:49.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mind = BodyIt was quite a sight.me, my mother, shuyiall of us twisting our bodies like pretzels.*inhale exhale*:: Inhale,knees akimbo and your arms above your head 90 degrees, stretch your knees, don't lose your balanceone knee in one knee outone leg suspended in mid airhands behind your backshoulders arched, don't look at others,keep your focus, hold onto that breath,stretch, ,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107347587132429869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107347587132429869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107347587132429869' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107316457546586110</id><published>2004-01-04T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T05:20:14.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>are you a survivor?i'm so frivolous with decision making and sometimes i take serious thingstoo lightly. it's a horridhabit to possess when you have to make a life changing decision and stick to it.one wrong move and you're out. that wrong move made by picking a lousy finger.i'm kidding! i wouldn't make life changing decisions by doing that!sheesh what are you people?i do the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107316457546586110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107316457546586110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107316457546586110' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107305310964122773</id><published>2004-01-02T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T22:25:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the women in us.A true classic. lyrical and spiritual masterpiece fromJoni mitchell - both sides nowRows and floes of angel hairAnd ice cream castles in the airAnd feather canyons ev'rywhereI've looked at clouds that wayBut now they only block the sunThey rain and snow on ev'ryoneSo many things I would have doneBut clouds got in my wayI've looked at clouds from both sides now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107305310964122773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107305310964122773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107305310964122773' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107290744271146809</id><published>2004-01-01T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T05:52:53.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A letter to Godalrite, so it wasn't all that great but you know whatnew years eve is just like any other day after all rite?BLA BLA BLA. sheesh i'm such a farce.screw all that!I figure, why do i get so personal? i will die one day and everyone i know will die tooI'll virtually cease to exist. So i won't be anything anymore.that is precisely why i find it so easy to write all these.I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107290744271146809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107290744271146809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107290744271146809' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107286631325278287</id><published>2003-12-31T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T18:27:12.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's pray for a Happy New year.It seems that today might be a very dismalnew year's eve.there is nothing to celebrate or usher in'But i'd rather be out, than stay home and watch theboring t.v shows they have planned.I am going to forget everything and try my utmost best to havefun today.because life's too short to be unhappy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107286631325278287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107286631325278287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107286631325278287' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107261656575440870</id><published>2003-12-28T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T21:27:53.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Here's a realy snazzy website for all of you to visit::Maystar::i Love her site.I recommended it to shuyi a couple of days ago and she seems to have liked it.And she has good taste, so I think all of you will like it too.I chanced upon it when i was surfing for links on how to create your own blogskin.May is the gal who owns the website and her lifestory really reminds me of the girl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107261656575440870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107261656575440870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107261656575440870' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107238560182201365</id><published>2003-12-26T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T04:59:05.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No I Am not going to be egotisticalShakespeare thinks this:"Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. "and he's very right. and in the case he used this (play:Romeo and Juliet, scene: Merutio and Tybalt fight) it was apt.There was a time i would have absolutely 101% agreed with this statement, but now I see a different side to it.On one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107238560182201365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107238560182201365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107238560182201365' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107217513607492488</id><published>2003-12-23T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T18:26:45.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cause you make me feelCause you make me feel wildYou touch my inner smileYou got me in the moodSo come on and make your ruleAnd free meHi everyone, I know i've been gone too long. did you notice?=&lt;anyways. I Feel really exhilarated today.Sue's coming back!! yay! i want to sing her a song when she comes back.I'm gonna watch a movie with my dad again! he's missing my mom (who's outta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107217513607492488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107217513607492488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107217513607492488' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107186910048332416</id><published>2003-12-20T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T05:33:46.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a crazy biyatchyou know sometimes you have one of those days ,where you are having a real lousy moment, you feel grouchy and irritated at everything. well i was feeling exactly like that when i woke up from slumberland a while ago.i got a message from a random person on friendster, who saidhi how are you?well i usually don't reply to these messages because it never gets anywhere and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107186910048332416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107186910048332416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107186910048332416' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107159704983240740</id><published>2003-12-17T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T02:11:10.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hole in my headhas anyone seen the old version of the movie "to kill a mockingbird"?with Gregory Peck? It is an excellent movie, with one of the best displays of Child actingI've ever seen. It is bound to make you tear or atleast sniffle in the end.And if you've read the book, it is even more poignant.You see, the book's ending is like no other ending I've ever read.Human perception is so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107159704983240740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107159704983240740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107159704983240740' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107148660889202721</id><published>2003-12-15T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T19:10:59.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jeux D'enfants ! Today i downloaded 3 more versions of La vie en roseit's just so beautiful, I can't get enough of it.and the movie was .............. enchanting.leaves you in a haze for days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107148660889202721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107148660889202721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107148660889202721' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107122033336882589</id><published>2003-12-12T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T17:25:18.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>................sorry?what did you say?uhmm..... could you repeat that, please?i can't hear you..if you hang out with me often enough you will know that i often use such phrases.why?well i am semi-deaf. and this is not a jokeall my friends refuse to call me when they have problems becausethey don't need a moron on the other end wanting them to repeat their misery.now let me tell you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107122033336882589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107122033336882589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107122033336882589' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107117136339265822</id><published>2003-12-12T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T04:16:15.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can't seeblogger's down. and i can;t see what i'm typing but i'm just going on anyway.i love the 28 days later soundtrack. the music is very relaxing. i d/lede them form blubster.i sleep to it. NOT cuz it's boring but it's so soothing.. u should try em.especially these songs, i don't know if this is the correct artist or heading but it goes like this1.in the house - in a heartbeat.2.in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107117136339265822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107117136339265822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107117136339265822' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107107747381102574</id><published>2003-12-11T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T01:41:35.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's on my side now...today's outing was with Zhen, my darleeng palu see today i eagerly wanted to go to Queensway shopping centre to buy a pair of jeans and browse aroundhere were my buys:a pair of earringsa belt2 tank tops.(the jeans were ugly)hmm they were all really cheap and i was a happy bunny.then we went to eat at Ikea, the swedish meatball place and had a sumptuous meal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107107747381102574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107107747381102574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107107747381102574' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107083792495863959</id><published>2003-12-08T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T06:59:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SANDYPOOP!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUHAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUHAPPY BIRTHDAY HAPPY BIRTHDAYHAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUi wanted to do this earlier but blogger was down I swear!! hahaanyway you don't like mushy so i am not gonna do mushy this time aroundsee you soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107083792495863959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107083792495863959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107083792495863959' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107072804998736413</id><published>2003-12-07T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T00:29:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>every girl would agree that jewel's song "foolish games" was a splendid song.but after she changed her image and became all commercial with that wretched wretched song "intuition"i detest her. she has sold her sould to the devils of showbizz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107072804998736413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107072804998736413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107072804998736413' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107070515903451278</id><published>2003-12-06T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T23:31:12.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes, we've got to sing out of key....i love to torture myself with depressing movies sometimes.u see yesterday i decided to watch the godfather series(a prized possession in our household)all over again1 was missing (someone borrowed it)2 was awesome (the best in my opinion)and i never watched 3 before so decided to have my own little marathonand watched 2 again and 3 for the first</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107070515903451278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107070515903451278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107070515903451278' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550264.post-107039903999204145</id><published>2003-12-03T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T08:38:13.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>story/ of/ a/ girl/ (i don't think i'm going to be writing a sequel to this one, so this is it)There was once this girl named Blue whose world was like a snow globe, it was perfect and that was all she knew. She never felt any concrete form of grief, emotional pain, depression or utter sadness and hollowness. Maybe only mild versions of such emotions, in her own childish way. Nonetheless </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107039903999204145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5550264/posts/default/107039903999204145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://longstalkings.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107039903999204145' title=''/><author><name>tern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16459004894539204602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
