<?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-19320628</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:26:17.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sock factory</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113708556765015115</id><published>2006-01-13T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T01:11:20.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playa</title><content type='html'>i never liked to share.&lt;br /&gt;what does it take for you to place me first,&lt;br /&gt;just for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fight with the other responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not here to take you away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113708556765015115?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113708556765015115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113708556765015115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113708556765015115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113708556765015115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2006/01/playa.html' title='playa'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113544779501760131</id><published>2005-12-25T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T02:09:55.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pringles</title><content type='html'>Christmas, by the hump&lt;br /&gt;@ Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says&lt;br /&gt;(Baby)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113544779501760131?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113544779501760131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113544779501760131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113544779501760131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113544779501760131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/pringles.html' title='pringles'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113527145209459552</id><published>2005-12-23T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T02:30:01.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noose</title><content type='html'>I passed my basic. In a matter of 15 minutes in fact. It's equivalent to the time I dedicated to my theory book. 1 for 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at the YCK busstop talking to Shalane. We spent an hour at the busstop talking. We must really be very talkative and lazy people. We were also making wild guesses to which of the learning-bikers was Wei. Shalane still makes me want to slap her. That's very normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was K-Gardens with Va Mike Dith Sam Wyn! Yay, cheap stuff. It was like only 8 bucks or 9? Gardens has the real deals lah. I'm such a gardener. I even work there! Speaking of which, we had dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va is a mic hogger&lt;br /&gt;Va is a mike hogger&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.E.A.M went home early cos they were ill. &lt;br /&gt;(So cute, fall ill also must sick together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marn &amp; Ramen are very cute people too. &lt;br /&gt;I bit Marny plant! It was red and painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas said I looked cute &amp; retro! :] :] :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW NICE IT FEELS TO BE COMPLIMENTED?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-star for my boss :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Sticky Rice&lt;br /&gt;Take note: &lt;br /&gt;- Wyn asks embarrassing questions&lt;br /&gt;- I am to shop for a penis at eBay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Sammoo's place to play Monopoly. I was bankrupt after I landed on Sam's hotel. I had to pay freakin $1150! (&amp;@*$(#*$)*#@%!!?!!) And Sam collected all the free parking. Guess what, I wasn't the first to go bankrupt - Marny plant was. She and Ramen spent their honeymoon in jail together (with Dips). And when Ramen managed to ditch her alone in the jail, he even dropped by to visit her! So cute! And he even offered to shared money with Marnyplant. Awww :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sent us home. Wah seh. &lt;br /&gt;My friends are growing up&lt;br /&gt;I never bluff you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT @ 2.29AM&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SHERYLDINE&lt;br /&gt;She's probably the most lovable at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113527145209459552?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113527145209459552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113527145209459552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113527145209459552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113527145209459552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/noose.html' title='noose'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113526864228028643</id><published>2005-12-23T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T00:24:03.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Claryce's blog:</title><content type='html'>"What does love mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." Rebecca- age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." Karl - age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." Chrissy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." Bobby - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," Nikka - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." Noelle - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." Tommy â€“ age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." Elaine-age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." Chris - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." Mark - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you want to see him first thing in the morning and the last thing before you close your eyes at night" Winifred - age 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you want to walk life's journey with him but yet will let him go if his destination differs from yours." Stella - age 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You shouldn't ever have to "try" if it's love. love's difficult. but it shouldn't be THAT difficult. strip away the beauty. strip away the physical. and she's still the only one you have eyes for." Claryce - age 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the last part was like, uncalled for. Haha but oh no, it makes sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113526864228028643?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113526864228028643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113526864228028643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113526864228028643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113526864228028643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-claryces-blog.html' title='From Claryce&apos;s blog:'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113522300435451870</id><published>2005-12-22T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:43:24.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run for your life</title><content type='html'>I'm about to take my basic theory test and I've like only read through the book like maybe 1.5 times. Doesn't matter, everyone says its damn easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torturous, to sleep with,&lt;br /&gt;my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made 2 xmas cards. There were supposed to be more, but I'm lazy. And I've got no stamps nor envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;Xmas is coming and dang, please I pray nobody spends it with me.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope noone else spends it off for me&lt;br /&gt;How much do I have to pay for some peace and happiness? &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've not felt this way in a loong loong time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;33 font Arial, and some other things&lt;br /&gt;Humans are getting so difficult nowadays&lt;br /&gt;No wonder the need for the an armageddon&lt;br /&gt;I hope it kills everybody, because that's what it's supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matchbook romance \ in transit(for you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113522300435451870?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113522300435451870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113522300435451870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113522300435451870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113522300435451870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/run-for-your-life.html' title='run for your life'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113517707656710402</id><published>2005-12-21T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:15:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helena</title><content type='html'>To me, it totally made sense to 'wtf'. Because I have every say to my every right to my every thought. Because nobody ever EVER EVERRR listens. When I roll, and when some (big) part of me dies inside, you will feel sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it don't matter whether anyone does anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;I am always right. YES, I AM.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really care anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add on.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, please. Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you like never before.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter if I tried. You just can't please.&lt;br /&gt;In our little story, you say I play the bleeding bitch, &lt;br /&gt;I say, you take the role of the knife in my throat. &lt;br /&gt;Cut quickly, ...silently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because nobody will ever think I'm right&lt;br /&gt;Just because you reach them before I do&lt;br /&gt;Because you've got a good story&lt;br /&gt;Because you're always the cutesy good guy&lt;br /&gt;Because they barely know you&lt;br /&gt;Because there are things they ought to know&lt;br /&gt;Because you should reconsider the fact that,&lt;br /&gt;these are my friends. and hey, what exactly did you tell them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I do not feel misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;I am just fucking pissed off and that inside me, it's all dead.&lt;br /&gt;We're all dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fucking okay, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am and everything in me wants to be the one you wanted me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taking back sunday \ your own disaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113517707656710402?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113517707656710402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113517707656710402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113517707656710402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113517707656710402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/helena.html' title='helena'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113514795432348146</id><published>2005-12-21T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T15:02:21.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>genocide</title><content type='html'>That's so cheap.&lt;br /&gt;What a fuggin' pain in the ass you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once said, always said. &lt;br /&gt;I will hold the past over your head. &lt;br /&gt;I'll speak my mind whenever i feel slighted. &lt;br /&gt;I am hellbent on extracting all of my revenge. &lt;br /&gt;Take heart, sweetheart, or I will take it from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul oakenfold \ zoo york&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113514795432348146?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113514795432348146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113514795432348146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113514795432348146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113514795432348146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/genocide.html' title='genocide'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113492115286582655</id><published>2005-12-18T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T23:52:32.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ghostown</title><content type='html'>"Will you still kiss me when I'm 80 years old, with no teeth, rotten teeth and bad breath?"&lt;br /&gt;"YEESSSS!! ME TOO OKAY!"&lt;br /&gt;"eeyurrr... NO WAY MAN!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113492115286582655?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113492115286582655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113492115286582655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113492115286582655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113492115286582655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/ghostown.html' title='ghostown'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113464689373225672</id><published>2005-12-15T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:57:05.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sticky</title><content type='html'>It's a crime I never told you about the diamonds in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be too long for my heart might just stop someday. You were looking but I couldn't find cause I didn't know they had come for you on ships of gold to take you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be too long for my heart might just stop someday. Outside the sky lit up and I didn't know what I would say when they came for you on ships of gold to take you away. I just watched you leave I never spoke a word &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll show them what we're made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 4500 starhub reward points. What would I exchange them for? Before they expire in February. I'm considering an Xbox which I would have to top up for with another 250 bucks. No room for negotiation with the Man, I have far too many gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The root to depressing blogs. It must be the ghostride that love sat them through, probably. When they realise they are missing out as a singular instead of plural. Is this why I've been deliriously satisfied with myself; Because I missed the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury, or wear as jewellery"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dashboard confessional \ hands down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113464689373225672?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113464689373225672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113464689373225672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113464689373225672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113464689373225672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/sticky.html' title='sticky'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113456731972531515</id><published>2005-12-14T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:35:19.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ego has landed</title><content type='html'>Cause I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I've been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key and I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me and even though there's no way of knowing where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you, &lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you to be my escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passwords are not foulproof. Whatever. You got in through your slow connection and my sources, congrats. Just know that I am in no state to blog in public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I am feeling lousy. I hate it when my ego's been messed with. I am impatient and short tempered. I bet you didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't be perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113456731972531515?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113456731972531515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113456731972531515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113456731972531515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113456731972531515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/ego-has-landed.html' title='the ego has landed'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113456658356324623</id><published>2005-12-14T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:23:03.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super sadist</title><content type='html'>Super angry&lt;br /&gt;Super hated&lt;br /&gt;Super evil&lt;br /&gt;Super serrated&lt;br /&gt;Super guitar&lt;br /&gt;Super faded&lt;br /&gt;Never sad, sad, sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super hated&lt;br /&gt;Super sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;Super sedated&lt;br /&gt;The super sadist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps his hands in his mouth that's gold plated&lt;br /&gt;Hates himself more and more cause he's made it&lt;br /&gt;Super evil&lt;br /&gt;Super jaded&lt;br /&gt;Never sad, sad, sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super hated&lt;br /&gt;Super sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;Super sedated&lt;br /&gt;The super sadist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super hi-tech&lt;br /&gt;Super paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Super ego&lt;br /&gt;Super hate-pro&lt;br /&gt;Super cautious&lt;br /&gt;Super nauseous&lt;br /&gt;Never sad, sad, sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super all-gone&lt;br /&gt;Super hold on&lt;br /&gt;Super ego&lt;br /&gt;Super phenomenon&lt;br /&gt;Super destroy&lt;br /&gt;Super small boy&lt;br /&gt;Never sad, sad, sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super asshole&lt;br /&gt;Super nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack off jill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to fuck off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113456658356324623?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113456658356324623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113456658356324623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113456658356324623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113456658356324623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/super-sadist.html' title='super sadist'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113454462641701353</id><published>2005-12-14T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:21:48.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the boob article</title><content type='html'>I figured the boob phenomenon. My boob phenomenon. It's as simple as when I put on weight, it all goes to the boob and when I lose weight, it goes off somewhere else. I don't know whether it is a compliment when someone comments that I am well-endowed because it sure doesn't sound like a compliment the way they say it. Hey hey, but here goes; Damn right they're better than yours. What I have, you don't! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie Review:&lt;br /&gt;Caught 2 shows consecutively in 2 nights. Saw II and Perhaps Love. Saw II was marvellous but not as fabulous as the first. As for Perhaps Love, I just didn't get the purpose of the plot at all. Towards the end it was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EH! KIN LEH!!!! KAO BEIIIIIIIII....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recruit section:&lt;br /&gt;Sticky Rice @ Gardens called me out for a trial session this Friday evening.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. I am prone to breaking bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Selection:&lt;br /&gt;Jodie Picoult, The Pact&lt;br /&gt;(no, not chicklit! hoorah~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have a wishlist to begin with but yes,&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a lousy handphone. Please give me a lousy handphone.&lt;br /&gt;The lousy handphone I have in mind is nokia's 6030.&lt;br /&gt;No more flip phones. I no love flip phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VGO FAN IS ME!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the most senseless and random VGO products start appearing in my house! VGO vacuum, VGO pillow, VGO face radiator, VGO massage chair, VGO face steamer and maybe somemore VGO products lurking around the house. So I say, VGO FAN IS ME! WHY, MOMMY WHY? JUST GIMME THE MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownie orders are closing this week! Please place any orders soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the strokes \ someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113454462641701353?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113454462641701353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113454462641701353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113454462641701353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113454462641701353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/boob-article.html' title='the boob article'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113432272426781598</id><published>2005-12-12T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T01:41:00.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slithroat</title><content type='html'>Whachu gon' do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk?&lt;br /&gt;My mother has alotta junk inside her trunk. It's like a flea market.&lt;br /&gt;But all her junk becomes my funk. They're mine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Baking session part the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liting works hard at slicing the brownsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/destroyimp/bake1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pack the brownies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/destroyimp/bake2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while......&lt;br /&gt;KANINA! I tired. I sit down. I read. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/destroyimp/bake3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/destroyimp/bake4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take picture with dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/destroyimp/bake5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also update pictures on apronacademy.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First customer: Geof&lt;br /&gt;First runner up: Becks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 'ilovesourpuss' because I am sourpuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the strokes \ juicebox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113432272426781598?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113432272426781598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113432272426781598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113432272426781598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113432272426781598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/slithroat.html' title='slithroat'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113394011399096989</id><published>2005-12-09T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T02:58:41.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jay chou in translation</title><content type='html'>For the Jay Chou-ish:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jaychoustudio.com/jaychoustudio/Translations_Scripts/HairLikeSnow.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little deaf on the right ear, from the heavy bass. That's what I got for myself after a night at the Herstory party. I don't know about you but I think Zouk is a cold place. And I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed of my disobedience&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed of my inability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I'm trying, I don't even like it&lt;br /&gt;I just lie to get to your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm staying there just for a while&lt;br /&gt;I can't think 'cause I'm just way too tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I spoke the words but never&lt;br /&gt;Gave a thought to what they all could mean"&lt;br /&gt;brand new \ play crack the sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113394011399096989?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113394011399096989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113394011399096989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113394011399096989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113394011399096989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/jay-chou-in-translation.html' title='jay chou in translation'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113388451547734621</id><published>2005-12-06T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T00:04:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom</title><content type='html'>Prom was &lt;u&gt;delicious&lt;/u&gt;. Not referring to the food, but in general. 5th of December was probably the most hectic day of the year. It started off with waking up at 11am to sign up for basic theory test at SSDC with Wei. Thanks Birdsome for fetching us there! :) Lugging 2 heavy bags around with me, not mentioning how inconvenient it was, I was dead beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I headed for Raffles Town Club's busstop, it was pouring so I sat there for abit until I decided to brave the rain and walk 100m under the fat rain drops into RTC. When I arrived, I was the earliest. After waiting for a while, Emily arrived and I dined with her. Then the rest arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hotel suite, fooled around like girls gone wild before we got going. I did my brows at FEP. I prefer threading still, it's faster and nicer. Then I headed to Holland V to get Yazid to do my hair. He did a Monroe for me; because it has a 'chi-chi' effect (whatever that means haha). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back and did make up for each other, the girly what-have-yous. A total girls' room. Bras all over the place, screaming, yelling, panties. Gosh, I never thought I'd live to see such a feminine sight. After lots and LOTSA hustle and bustle, these girls decided that they were finally ready for prom and finally we headed for Hyatt. Smallpants was already there waiting for me and she gave me mini presents :] Thanks babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was pretty lame. Boring. Noone to check out. I have to note that Esdy looked really Valensi-ish. And I would not agree to take his blazor and shades off. I had to have them on y'know!!! And then I realised that I looked more like some sort of a Monroe alien terminator :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I am right. Meet the M.A.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/destroyimp/promdee.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/destroyimp/prommich.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afterprom party at Cocco was overwhelmingly crowded. Well, duh! Its Cosy Crowded Coccolatte. It wasn't too bad because it was like the last NY event and the DJ didn't decide to change his mind and play some annoying progressive house tracks to annoy the shit outta everyone's minds. Not so good because my dress was dropping but Keowbin came to my rescue because he lent me his tee :) I heart Keowbin, my mistaken smallie boyfriend who dances with me even though london bridge is falling down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/mooncakeacademy/slideshow?.dir=/c047&amp;.src=ph"&gt;... and prom pictures were really unflattering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post post prom was back in our hotel, girly emo pillow talk :) Esdy the 'I LOVE NY' came later to try to be part of the girl gang. But he ended up farting (More than I even know)! Morning was very much like, DONCHA WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS HOT LIKE ME! RAVE YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!!!! Be unglam when no one is looking baby!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, room service is SUCH A LUXURY. And I have crazy friends like Emily Peng whose father was real nice to us, so hotel didn't cost us a bomb. &lt;3 Oh girls, when will we meet up like this again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like when I got home from this whole prom, post prom, post post prom rendezvous, I came home feeling like 'Hey I'm back to reality. Welcome back to Mundane Mud Life'. Hit me real bad and I spent my day once again, sprawled on mommy's bed, watching the same VCDs over and over again. And each time I do that, I fall in love over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taiwanese heart throb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONCHA WISH YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS HOT LIKE ME!!&lt;br /&gt;..... DONCHA!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;deathcab for cutie \ lightness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113388451547734621?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113388451547734621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113388451547734621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113388451547734621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113388451547734621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/prom.html' title='prom'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113363929584243246</id><published>2005-12-04T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T03:49:20.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the apron academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3220/97/1600/taabaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3220/97/320/taabaw.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please support!&lt;br /&gt;Best is if you could repost on your blog too :]&lt;br /&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/destroyimp/taabaw.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://apronacademy.blogspot.com/&gt;AND LINK ME!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, huis frank is your friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113363929584243246?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113363929584243246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113363929584243246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113363929584243246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113363929584243246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/12/apron-academy.html' title='the apron academy'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113328053936985097</id><published>2005-11-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T15:27:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.herstory.ws/bazar/uploads/images/11198022192.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're 11 months old, we figure that it has been long enough for us to have given birth to a baby and fed it for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we're 11 months old, we are still crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy In Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for manicure and pedicure today! A whooping candy-sickly-shocking pink on my fingers' and gothic purple on my toes'. No way would they match my prom dress but I do not care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a first timer at Voxy, I wore covered shoes. The lady at Voxy then told me that it will spoil my nails because they take approximately 2 hours to dry completely. So poor ladybird combed the whole of taka and lucky plaza to find cheap slippers. After an hour, she came back with a pair of pseudo birks that costs only $9. Thanks ladybird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a playlist of Christmas songs to keep my heart warm and fuzzzzzzy :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY APOLOGIES OKAY! THIS WHOLE FREAKIN CHUNK IS A TOTAL SELF-ABSORBED ENTRY WHERE I TALK ABOUT THINGS YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW. :D (but its okay because you read it anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fess up, Huis. Tell them what have you been doing. &lt;br /&gt;Tell them you have been watching S.H.E. taiwanese drama serials on dvds shamelessly for the past few days. Tell them that you actually enjoy it. Tell them you are in love with Ella + BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yeah lah. I do.&lt;br /&gt;Closet Ah Lians are the most hip hop happening people in town today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;more than you will ever know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my chemical romance \ all i want for christmas is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113328053936985097?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113328053936985097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113328053936985097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113328053936985097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113328053936985097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/11/xmas.html' title='xmas'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113319713289080553</id><published>2005-11-29T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T01:11:02.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dope</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I can tie my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v637/destroyimp/tiehair.jpg" border=1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://metromix.chicagotribune.com/movies/sns-chickenlittle-musicvid-qt,0,2978288.quicktime?coll=mmx-home_features"&gt;Chicken Little&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.magda-gallery.com/ang/missvanang.htm"&gt;masterpieces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my Monday by sitting in front of the good ol' telly eating bananas, had dinner at Food Republic which was good (so was the price! #@&amp;*$!%*), had a mini stroll at botanical gardens, then ice cream at Sixth Avenue and then visited little Wynnie at her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was also spent in front of the trusty Philips watching dvds after dvds, then had dinner with Vern Wei and Queenie. Pau and Claryce left early but I was truly entertained with Claryce's previous Hotel 81 adventure stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there are six billion people in the world, more or less&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me feel quite small&lt;br /&gt;but you're the one i love the most of all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;damien rice \ cannonball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113319713289080553?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113319713289080553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113319713289080553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113319713289080553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113319713289080553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/11/dope.html' title='dope'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113310717320001277</id><published>2005-11-27T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:01:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ballerina</title><content type='html'>'True' by Spandau Ballet reminds me of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- candlelight dinner&lt;br /&gt;- slowdancing barefooted&lt;br /&gt;- rose petals&lt;br /&gt;- satin sheets&lt;br /&gt;- slow sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not shitting you. If you hear it, you'd know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are times when people get so caught up in their relationships that they neglect their friends. So what happens when the relationship fails but they are forgotten. Who do they turn to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;Please do not neglect friendships;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the lucksmiths \ smokers in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113310717320001277?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113310717320001277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113310717320001277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113310717320001277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113310717320001277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/11/ballerina.html' title='ballerina'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113303474663887796</id><published>2005-11-27T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T03:54:04.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mistique</title><content type='html'>There are just some dance moves you have to keep within the 4 walls of your bedroom. Just not meant for the dancefloors and not meant to be seen. Dance moves like that? I have a plenty. After sitting at the desk for about 6 months, I have lost art of dancefloors. Huis cannot dance anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, clubbing makes me tired; age is catching up with me. It's about time Huis learns to consume more alcohol and not be a wuss. Everyone seems to be holding on to a cigarette lately. They must be feeling rich and tired of living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also concluded that, guys cannot dance well &lt;br /&gt;And girls that do, are hot hot HOT property&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home from J's party, I received a horrible news. My classmate's mother had just passed away last evening. What was I doing when it happened? I was fretting over my wardrobe. What was I doing when my classmate was wailing her eyes out over the death of a kin? I was dancing with the girl friends, sweating all over each other and making merry. I may be oblivious but the idea of death always scares me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I like to complain about my bimbo of a mother, I can't imagine what I'd do without her. Same goes for my father. Even so, I have not shown appreciation for them because I let pride get in the way. At least I admit to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe he won't find out what I know &lt;br /&gt;you were the last good thing about this part of town"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fall out boy \ grand autumn theft&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113303474663887796?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113303474663887796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113303474663887796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113303474663887796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113303474663887796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/11/mistique.html' title='mistique'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320628.post-113298124937695601</id><published>2005-11-26T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T13:01:09.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>congratulations!</title><content type='html'>The url redirect from roister.blogspot is so much like &lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/crimsonroom.html"&gt;crimson room&lt;/a&gt; right? And this blog is not going to be all that private. I am running away because I brought it upon myself. It's okay because I think that mookfactory sounds really cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320628-113298124937695601?l=roister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/feeds/113298124937695601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320628&amp;postID=113298124937695601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113298124937695601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320628/posts/default/113298124937695601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roister.blogspot.com/2005/11/congratulations.html' title='congratulations!'/><author><name>huis</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Orq2au1l-TA/SggK03G9oDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OcT5pMt5R4M/S220/F1000017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
