<?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-3918630</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:06:22.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drops.of.jupiter</title><subtitle type='html'>''i've been watching your world from afar. i've been trying to be where you are. i've been secretly falling apart...''</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918630.post-113444141193999314</id><published>2005-12-12T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:36:51.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>incredibly long time since i blogged. i figured i only come here when i'm uber bored. it's only 1030am and i'm feeling lost and undirected thinking about what i should do for the rest of the day. waiting for pple to reply me, but obviously there's something wrong with their body clock. just done reading Q&amp;A - everyone should go read it cos it's damn good. it's hard to find a good read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/113444141193999314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/113444141193999314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113444141193999314' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-112420512557762976</id><published>2005-08-16T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T08:12:05.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm things are not looking very well for yours truly these days. i can feel that everything is slipping away from me. my confidence level is declining, im losing my sense of security, im getting paranoid blah blah blah. yeah and im getting really competitive, though not outwardly showing though. i've known for a fact that i never did like to lose, but it was all a matter of how i took the failure</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112420512557762976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112420512557762976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_08_14_archive.html#112420512557762976' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-112384989165308485</id><published>2005-08-12T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T05:31:31.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sighh. feeling like crap. well dont ask me why, probably a serious bout of pms. though thats really just an excuse anyway. its the time again when i reflect upon my life and think its unbelievably messed up. and being the great egotistical proud arrogant person that i am, i find no necessity in divulging anything here. pardon my outrage. ------&gt;OUT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112384989165308485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112384989165308485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112384989165308485' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-112338651330068682</id><published>2005-08-06T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T20:48:33.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"sunday morning rain is falling, steal some covers share some skin..."its not a bad sunday morning, or rather, its a not-bad sunday morning. im having good rest at home! this week has been quite a long a dreary one so i totally deserve all the rest i can have =) lets see - on wednesday headed down to town with teh and geri for a belated birthday celebration. went to fish &amp; co at wheelock to chomp</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112338651330068682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112338651330068682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112338651330068682' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-112294409536602278</id><published>2005-08-01T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T17:54:55.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its a tuesday morning (time check: 8.50am) and im at home! ta-daaaa im on mc. haha. just the normal stuff, flu and blocked nose and body ache and whatnot. but you know what, getting sick doesnt give you the excuse not to study - which is absolutely disgusting. hence its a vicious cycle, you're sick but you have to study cos you're missing out lessons, then bcos you gotta study you get more sick, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112294409536602278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112294409536602278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112294409536602278' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-112274293129073021</id><published>2005-07-30T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T10:02:11.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG.wait ah. im in this state of trauma. i just tored the plastic of that green box. and now im gonna open it. okay now i just slid the green box to find a white box. haha. and the white box says "designed by apple in california". ok so now i open the box (its like opening a book) and TA-DAAA! there you go, my green mini! i mean like, OMG. im so sorry i cant even synthesize exactly what i wanna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112274293129073021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112274293129073021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112274293129073021' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-112220610092952676</id><published>2005-07-24T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T04:55:00.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just came back from a swim. i always liked swimming alone - it gives me this incredible sense of tranquility and peacefulness. i guess i like spending time with myself occasionally. helps me to recollect my thoughts. went for zpop concert yesterday! with chuan, ck, grace, wq and oli. haha felt a little silly initially cos it seemed as though we were following in the footsteps of those crazy fans.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112220610092952676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112220610092952676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112220610092952676' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-112178652088197990</id><published>2005-07-19T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T08:22:00.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont you think blogs are scary things? i think so. i used to lurveeeee blog-reading and poking my nose into everyone's lives, regardless of whether i know them or not.  but now, no thanks. its freaking amazing how people can say a nice hi in the morning and type some crap on their blogs at night. pisses the hell outta me. and just for the record, myopia doesnt get you anywhere - metaphorically, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112178652088197990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112178652088197990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112178652088197990' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-112156453694764468</id><published>2005-07-16T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T18:42:16.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay i have to conclude that my room is in a TOTAL MESS. it's like a war-torn area, though abit too colourful to be as such. there are so many papers around, that i could probably sell them to the rag-and-bone ah pek for more than 50 dollars. i just cleared my table, but its still an eyesore to me. there're sooooo many things on my table, mostly unnecessary stuff. and i realised that i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112156453694764468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112156453694764468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112156453694764468' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-112133412561355163</id><published>2005-07-14T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T02:43:21.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah the week is almost over! was quite a good day...ended school early and could take some time to go out. the day started out well, chuan surprised me with a little gift. a kenzo summer perfume sample! haha it was quite cute, and actually he didnt give it to me. his mom did. thanks! =) well was glad to hear that his appointment at the chiropractor went well. i was so excited to know that his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112133412561355163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112133412561355163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112133412561355163' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-112100253923799089</id><published>2005-07-10T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T06:35:39.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Journey of Faithwent museum visiting with FELYNA today. absolutely delighting. the fact that im going out with her after a long long long time. since triceratops time. and the fact that we're going to some high class cultured refined place like LE MUSEUM. haha. so we went there, walking across cavanagh bridge while fel was complaining about why i wasnt a guy. and i've made her promise that she'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112100253923799089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112100253923799089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112100253923799089' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-112081960266568875</id><published>2005-07-08T03:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T06:00:24.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There Is No Gene For The Human Spirit"I not only think that we will tamper with Mother Nature, I think Mother wants us to."have been watching the movie Gattaca the past 2 days during GP lesson. i thought it was quite incredible, amazingly intriguingly captivating. It wouldnt have been one which I would choose to watch at the cinemas, but im glad i caught it. The show is set in years later in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112081960266568875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112081960266568875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112081960266568875' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-112072835194056578</id><published>2005-07-07T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T02:25:51.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wooohooo! as you can see i did something to the woman with the whip haha. (actually, the image has a title - "a white night in paris") well, I didnt do it. mel did it haha. see the picture its all nice and orange and fuschia. haha yay. thanks mel :) i resolved to learn html so that i can add more designs to this boring thingy. lets just see how it goes.hmm so the big hooha over the ioc session is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112072835194056578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112072835194056578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112072835194056578' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-112058010333293457</id><published>2005-07-05T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T09:15:03.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha after reading chuan's brother's bloggie was inspired to post again. omg i just realised im such an unentertaining boring lousy uninteresting blogger. i want fans for my blog haha. i want to be the next www.xiaxue.blogspot.com hahahha. ok maybe not thats like WOAH already. i shall just attempt to de-bore this webpage a little. hopefully give it a facelift as well. so if there are any good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112058010333293457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/112058010333293457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112058010333293457' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-111310463679490907</id><published>2005-04-09T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T20:43:56.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for the first time in my life, i've realised that i've not been doing the right things. i've been doing things that i think would make me happy but in fact, these are the things that wont bring true happiness. it's just like you're happy bcos you've resisted chocolate to stay slim, but true happiness comes from devouring the forbidden food. sorry for the lousy analogy, it just happens that i just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/111310463679490907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/111310463679490907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111310463679490907' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-111296591117911686</id><published>2005-04-08T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T06:11:51.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"zip-a-dee-doo-da. zip-a-dee-day. my-oh-my what a wonderful day"conveniently took the morning off from school today. yeah guess thats quite a change cos back in sn i probably wont ever do that. feels nice though not having to drag myself out of bed before day breaks. went over to his place in the morning where we wanted to play pingpong but couldnt find the bats. and we couldnt find racquets to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/111296591117911686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/111296591117911686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111296591117911686' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-111206158203521966</id><published>2005-03-28T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:59:42.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dinner at marche was unexpectedly interesting and amusing, not to mention tummy-turning hilarious. our sudden bouts of laughter brought unwelcomed stares from the lady at the next table, i could tell from where i was seated. but that was all in the name of fun and joy. all the little updates of life stories made me reflect on what i've been doing with my life. its unfair how pple judge the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/111206158203521966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/111206158203521966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111206158203521966' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-111130828170825369</id><published>2005-03-20T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T00:44:41.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its the last day of the march hols! well not exactly happening this past week, mainly mugging and training. yep im staying home for the whole of today to get some proper work done =) yay i feel good when i've done work. but there's still quite alot to cover considering the little time i have now. but oh well, whats done has been done. and whats not will just have to wait. im just scared for gp </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/111130828170825369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/111130828170825369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111130828170825369' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-111020061156165129</id><published>2005-03-07T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T05:03:31.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh here i come again. heh after another round of blog-reading i decided to just ink out some thoughts bogging me down recently, whether or not anyone's gonna read this. oh well, though secretly i hope someone does and comes chivalrously to my rescue. lol.today was a half day. but it was more like a full though. ironically compared to the example of the half-full, or if you like, the half-empty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/111020061156165129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/111020061156165129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111020061156165129' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-110605425403791799</id><published>2005-01-18T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T05:17:34.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oohhh its a tuesday. haha like whats so interesting man. sch has started for hmm...3 weeks? ya and this is the first post for 2005! ok after this i'll get back to work. -groans-the new year has been....alright. im sorry, i dont have that great a vocab. alright is the only word that comes to mind. had quite some fun recently, all of a sudden the class became quite high and crazy haha. but i like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/110605425403791799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/110605425403791799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110605425403791799' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-110198022379380789</id><published>2004-12-02T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T01:37:03.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh im back again. been in a blogging mood since a few days ago. oh well just got home from his place. we were supposed to get some homework done. i got started but havent finished so im gonna continue at home later. supposed to go for tj meeting later but decided not to since i was feeling quite tired and there's trg tmr in the morning as well. he's off to trg and i guess i get to spend some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/110198022379380789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/110198022379380789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110198022379380789' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-107460790549673708</id><published>2004-01-20T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T06:14:26.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OOOHHHH! i'm back.. haha. sorry been mia for so long. haven't been in blogging mood really. i'm tired!!!! had training today. yupp. tmr's cny eve! yeahh i'm excited. but it's kinda sad cos i can't go back to sn and i've got no new clothes or anything. what a sad new year. mannnnnnn. i wanna start whining....hwa chong's been fine. yeah fine's the word. still trying to get used to the new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/107460790549673708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/107460790549673708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107460790549673708' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-107292830387651265</id><published>2003-12-31T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T19:39:56.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aahhh it's 2004! hmmm can't believe the year's over just like that. just had a family gathering early this morning. (it's only 11am now, you can imagine how early that was) had all my four of my aunts in the house. correction. they're grandaunts. yepp. luckily was up early otherwise i'll moan and groan for the rest of the day.countdown was pretty fun last night. didn't expect anything anyway. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/107292830387651265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/107292830387651265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107292830387651265' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-107261348558989378</id><published>2003-12-28T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T04:12:53.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12 days of christmas!hmmm haven't been blogging since i came back. anyway aussie was great! it's been a long time since i had time with my family. yepp this whole year has been crazy. felt quite bad having to neglect my family and all. yepp but the trip really made up for all that. had lots of fun! my brother really cracked me up. sometimes wonder if he's really eighteen. and my dad's really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/107261348558989378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/107261348558989378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107261348558989378' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-107111008153454405</id><published>2003-12-10T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T18:35:45.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH YES! It's a bea-YOO-tee-ful Thursday morning! Is it thursday? ah yes. i think so. i've totally lost track of the days ever since the hols started. and for once it's not raining! It's bright and cheery! haha. i love sunny mornings. They just make my day! I have a date later with my gf! haha. my darling fel. yepp gonna whack some balls later. haha. my abs hurt. owwww. i can't do a proper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/107111008153454405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/107111008153454405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107111008153454405' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-107053755294331336</id><published>2003-12-04T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T03:33:28.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can't believe the number of bimbotic beings present in our society. a total turn-off. oh anyway, another home-staying day! hohoho. no am not pleased. feel as if "i have no purpose in life". as quoted. fel was sweet enough to call me at the peak of my boredom and she sang:i just called to say how are youi just called to say how much i carei just called to say i love youand i mean it from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/107053755294331336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/107053755294331336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107053755294331336' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-107029497741181929</id><published>2003-12-01T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T08:10:29.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it feels so weird having nothing to do at home. this is my first day of the hols staying at home the ENTIRE day. woah. feels good. i want more of this. but not too much that it makes me sick and fat. talking about getting sick, i AM sick. my throat's itchy and sore, and my joints hurt like mad. i feel like an old woman awaiting death. grrr. nope no fever now. it has to be that day when we played </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/107029497741181929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/107029497741181929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107029497741181929' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106972605402582987</id><published>2003-11-24T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T18:08:17.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>said i'd be back, didn't i?yippie. the past few days have been not bad. went for farewell camp last weekend and it was totally amazing. farewell camp - the idea of it wasn't very nice. it's like the last time we're spending the night in school. too bad we couldn't sleep at the hockey pitch. but at least we managed to stay up the whole night, talking at the cybercafe, watching daybreak. the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106972605402582987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106972605402582987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106972605402582987' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106888347460888493</id><published>2003-11-14T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T00:06:05.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came online just to blog! How's that. Haha. I think the gloomy skies and the impending thunderstorm gave me the inspiration. My blog isn't dead. It's in the state of dormancy. Just like the tiny sword bean seed that is waiting to germinate. Look what biology has done to me.Am learning about Hilter and his evil acts now. Find this guy rather amusing. Was watching something on discovery that day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106888347460888493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106888347460888493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106888347460888493' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106656607926464571</id><published>2003-10-19T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T05:21:19.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i don't know whythings go wrong they don't go rightit's painful just to seepeople staring mocking mesometimes i don't know whyi have to take this lonely ridei've done my best for thembut no one does anything for mechorus: but everything's in your hands my Godplease take good care of medon't test me beyond what i cannot reachplease take good care of mesometimes i'm just too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106656607926464571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106656607926464571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106656607926464571' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106656522150872243</id><published>2003-10-19T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T05:07:01.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sudden urge to blog. maybe it's too much chinese. but i've not even done that for more than fifteen minutes. oh well.listening to jay chou's new cd. ok not really new. it's been out for a while. thanks to brenda i got hold of it now. yay. it's alright. needs more time to get used to the new songs. been quite a busy week. for the past two days. all the rushing to jcs. the thing about open houses</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106656522150872243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106656522150872243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106656522150872243' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106499622255140942</id><published>2003-10-01T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T01:17:02.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was watching Spin just now. yeah Spin remember? Before they had Moulmein High, Lightyears and what-have-you. It's really funny now, cos those people in there look geeky. Since that show is at least three years old I think. The plot was like super shallow too. This girl neglecting her best friend's feelings blah blah blah. "But you're the top girl, the smartest, the most popular...Everyone liked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106499622255140942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106499622255140942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106499622255140942' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106499473902025913</id><published>2003-10-01T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T00:52:18.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel utterly dumb hanging on. To not be appreciated or thought about when I have given so much. So much that it has made me cried numerous times. Somehow things always managed to find their own way out. But this time it didn't. You know what? If you're not moving on, I am. Goodbye. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106499473902025913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106499473902025913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106499473902025913' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106484920934292706</id><published>2003-09-29T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T08:26:49.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>14 more hours to liberation. That doesn't seem very long. Like I spend six hours sleeping. And then 8 hours. And then it's party time. Somehow or rather, the idea of it doesn't seem very appealing anymore. Liberation is only temporary. With that comes fear and trepidation. The pressure is on. Really. For the first time in my life, I finally understand what's pressure. It's not the kind when you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106484920934292706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106484920934292706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106484920934292706' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106476106617838258</id><published>2003-09-28T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T07:57:45.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's 2250. just thought that i would report the time for a start. was watching bridging minds. somehow i think last year's was better. oh well. still a normal debate after all. haven't been feeling too good these days. not as in sick. but yeah just sad. and crapped up. not sure really what is it though. maybe i do know but i choose to ignore it. oh well. but i feel rather suffocated now. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106476106617838258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106476106617838258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106476106617838258' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106465197472056885</id><published>2003-09-27T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T01:39:34.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A hundred days had made me oldersince the last time that I saw your pretty faceA thousand lights had made me colderand I don’t think I can look at this the sameBut all the miles had separateThey disappeared now when I’m dreaming of your faceI’m here without you babybut you're still on my lonely mindI think about you babyand I dream about you all the timeI’m here without you babybut </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106465197472056885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106465197472056885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106465197472056885' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106455720918749257</id><published>2003-09-25T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T23:22:58.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm surprised this thing hasn't closed down yet. cos i haven't blogged for a long time. yeah didn't really felt like it. didn't think there was a need to. not like there's a need to now. just felt like typing something here. crap. what am i doing online. prelims aren't over yet. two weeks down. two more days to go. which means four and a half more days of studying. not like i'm not gonna study </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106455720918749257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106455720918749257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106455720918749257' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106291505918313530</id><published>2003-09-06T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T23:10:59.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I knew that this moment would come in timeThat I'd have to let go and watch you flyI know you're coming back so why am I dying inside Are you searching for words that you can't findTrying to hide your emotions but eyes don't lieGuess there's no easy way to say goodbye So I'll be standing at the edge of the earthHoping that someday you'll come back againI'll be standing at the edge of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106291505918313530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106291505918313530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106291505918313530' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106291373409764912</id><published>2003-09-06T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T22:48:54.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apologies to those who have been disappointed everytime you come here and find nothing worth reading. The mood for blogging haven't really found its place within me these days. Sometimes i find it really silly doing this. Venting frustrations and sharing joy with this inanimate object. Goes to show how society has changed people's concepts of communicating. Oh well. This is not an attempt to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106291373409764912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106291373409764912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106291373409764912' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106164929726009427</id><published>2003-08-23T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T07:35:13.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just got this from an email.Loving is not how you forget but how you forgivenot how you listen but how you understandnot what you see but how you feeland not how you let go but how you hold on.Sometimes the one you love turns out to be the one who hurts you the most, and sometimes the friend who takes you into his arms and cries when you cryturn out to be the love you never knew you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106164929726009427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106164929726009427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106164929726009427' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106069568187745363</id><published>2003-08-12T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T06:41:21.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's nothing left for me to say. i've run out of words lately. just hope that God will pull you through. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106069568187745363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106069568187745363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106069568187745363' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-106043231092822258</id><published>2003-08-09T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T05:31:50.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm. Haven't blogged for quite a while. Have been online but didn't bother to blog. Let's see. National Day. The parade just ended. Kinda touched while watching it - when the whole nation just unites to show our strength and might. Pity couldn't see the pretty fireworks from where I stay. Fireworks are pretty things. Beautiful. Though I don't really like the sound they make. But they're really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106043231092822258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/106043231092822258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106043231092822258' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-105965999764325023</id><published>2003-07-31T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T06:59:57.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gee. i haven't been so happy for a long time. seriously. amazing what birthdays can do. haha. i'm so happy i can't stop smiling. eeks. haha. sounds silly. but oh well, let me be silly for just this once. =)thanks to all for everything! yepps. it's wonderful to know that people care. all the messages since 1130 last night. now i know why they say true friendships last till the end of time. yes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105965999764325023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105965999764325023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105965999764325023' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-105948319457551322</id><published>2003-07-29T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T05:53:14.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU'RE STILL THE ONEWhen I first saw you, I saw love. And thefirst time you touched me, I felt love. Andafter all this time, you're still the one I love.Looks like we made itLook how far we've come my babyWe mighta took the long wayWe knew we'd get there somedayThey said, "I bet they'll never make it"But just look at us holing onWe're still together still going strong You're still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105948319457551322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105948319457551322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105948319457551322' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-105931832713942004</id><published>2003-07-27T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T08:05:27.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like family gatherings. They're so...happy. Yes yes. They make one feel so comfortable and good. Especially when you have it at your own home. Then all the people chatting heartily, the television sets booming, kids running around trying to kill each other etc. I like the idea. Oh yes. And the FOOD. Glorious, wondrous food. Food, fun, family. Hmm. Maybe I can try applying for the post of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105931832713942004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105931832713942004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105931832713942004' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-105903211575702813</id><published>2003-07-24T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T00:35:15.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It pains her to see you like that. And she just sits around, thinking how to help. But there's nothing she can do, but to pray that you'll hang on. Hang on to your faith, hang on to the promises made. She's not sure if she can take it any longer. Many times she's felt like she's on the verge of breaking, on the verge of giving up. But you pulled her back just in time to save her from drifting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105903211575702813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105903211575702813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105903211575702813' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-105845771220452471</id><published>2003-07-17T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T09:03:40.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm. The week is almost over. Was an eventful one I guess. Oh well, shan't elaborate on all. Would probably take up like two hours for me to type all here.So here we are. At the end of the road. Today officially marked the last day of season for SN B Div Netball. We've made it. Not exactly to our goal. But we've pulled through and we've survived. Seriously I never thought we would. Netball has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105845771220452471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105845771220452471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105845771220452471' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-105818597546372959</id><published>2003-07-14T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T05:32:55.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling really down now. i wonder why i still hold on to you. the times when you said you need me are just times when you feel lonely. this is silly. you're never gonna read this. probably cos i don't even mean a thing. i know i don't. but why do i still keep on hoping that something might work out? that things might just change? you're just leading me on. and i'm just deluding myself. whatever. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105818597546372959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105818597546372959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105818597546372959' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-105791661870657875</id><published>2003-07-11T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T02:44:09.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I needed you so desperately To come to me and talk to me To take my heart and hand into your comfort zone Where I'm not alone or lonely Well would you take the time to be my friend Cause in the end that's all there is There's love the eternal bond between us Would you be there When the lights are down low and I'm feeling insecure With this bed so big and cold only memories to hold </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105791661870657875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105791661870657875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105791661870657875' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-105791636654296739</id><published>2003-07-11T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T02:39:26.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm. Haven't been here for a while. Been kinda tired this whole week. So much has happened. And there's more coming up. Thank God there's still a time like this for me to take a breather. This two days have really been emotional for us. Guess we just have to move on and not live in the past. Sometimes I really don't know how to make people happy. Not as in boot-licking, but that of cheering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105791636654296739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105791636654296739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105791636654296739' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-105741584428443891</id><published>2003-07-05T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T07:37:24.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm scared. Petrified. Perturbed. Whatever. I'm just so afraid of everything around me. It's distressing to see how everything's changing. How everyone's changing. And how I'm changing too. I label myself as adaptable in self-character-analysis quizes. But what is this constant recoiling whenever something bad happens. Or something new has. The world seems so unfamiliar all of a sudden. I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105741584428443891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105741584428443891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105741584428443891' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-105697932268725704</id><published>2003-06-30T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T06:22:23.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know they say if you love somebodyYou should set them free (so they say)But it sure is hard to doYeah, it sure is hard to doAnd I know they say if they don't come back againThen it's meant to be ( so they say)But those words ain't pulling me throughCos I'm still in love with youI spend each day here waiting for a miracleBut it's just you and me going through the mill(climbin' up a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105697932268725704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105697932268725704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105697932268725704' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-105686692843290002</id><published>2003-06-28T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T23:08:48.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess if I were to die tomorrow, my biggest regret would be never having the chance to tell people how much I love them. I've never been a person of words. Sure, sometimes I talk like nobody's business. But I don't show much of my true feelings through my words. I guess that's one big character flaw. So to those who are a part of my life, thank you. You'll always be a part of me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105686692843290002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105686692843290002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105686692843290002' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-105678310333481511</id><published>2003-06-27T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T23:51:43.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to have your life end at fifteen years of age. that's really...urgh. i mean, fifteen? didn't really know who she was. thought she was just someone i didn't know. then i went to check. and i saw her photo. there she was, all smiles, like she really enjoyed life. they say she was a happy girl. i've seen her around. maybe even talked to her before a couple of times. and now, she's gone. brought me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105678310333481511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/105678310333481511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105678310333481511' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-95984130</id><published>2003-06-24T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T08:49:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm all blistered and ached again. It's the time of the week where I just go on and on about how gruelling training is. Today wasn't that bad. Just that we all got a shock when IJ came down again. And nobody knew about it. And all the time from 10am to 2pm today I was checking the weather forecast, which led me to believe that there would be "storms with thunder" in the afternoon in the Northern </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95984130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95984130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95984130' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-95918010</id><published>2003-06-22T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T09:16:03.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Good afternoon everyone. We're flying at 26,000 feet, moving up to thirty thousand feet, and then we've got clear skies all the way to Las Vegas, and right now we're bringin you some in-flight entertainment. One of our first-class passengers has written a song inspired by one of our coach passengers, and since we let our first-class passengers do pretty much whatever they want, here he is."I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95918010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95918010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95918010' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-95913999</id><published>2003-06-22T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T05:48:36.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like I don't belong here. Being ostracised by the rest of the population. It really suffocates me to accommodate these suppressed emotions within me. True, friends and family are supposed to be there to listen to your constant letout of discontentment over a certain issue, share the same gaiety whenever something goes right. But, this is the time when I have only me and myself.  - God, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95913999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95913999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95913999' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-95794027</id><published>2003-06-18T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T18:56:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick and tired of this happening again and again. It doesn't pay to be kind, really. Don't expect too much when you're only prepared to give this little. Sometimes I really do not know what you want. Or what you're thinking. I wish I could rip your heart out to see what's inside. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95794027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95794027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95794027' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-95793936</id><published>2003-06-18T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T19:02:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Combined trainings are finally over. Yeah. IJ came over these two days to train with us. Four-hour trainings for two consecutive days are not recommended. They make your body produce too much lactic acid which eventually builds up in your thighs, your calves, your arms, wherever that can happen that is. And then for the next two days you go around letting out this constipated groan whenever you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95793936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95793936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95793936' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-95756771</id><published>2003-06-17T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T08:52:35.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walk blindly to the light and reach out for his hand Don't ask any questions and don't try to understand Open up your mind and then open up your heart And you will see that you and me aren't very far apart 'Cause I believe that love is the answer I believe that love will find the way Violence is spread worldwide and there are families on the street And we sell drugs to children now oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95756771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95756771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95756771' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-95653816</id><published>2003-06-13T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T07:13:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Underneath the moonlight, people sipping red wine and nibbling on strawberries. A solitary piece of cloud drifts in the vast nightsky, with the shimmering stars as its chaperone. The night breeze whispers past silently. Then my heart started racing and my mind was in a whirl. I got all fidgety and was at a loss for words. My hands were trembling even before I noticed them. A thousand questions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95653816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95653816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95653816' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-95623759</id><published>2003-06-13T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T03:04:54.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shu liying and esther followed me home today. Yes. They literally followed me home. They wanted to go somewhere after school today but couldn't think of where to go and cos they were on a low budget. And so they decided to come to my house since I was with them. Was pleading so hard for them not to come since I was totally unprepared. But they ended up here anyway. Haha. Just slacked around. Ate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95623759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95623759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95623759' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-95587030</id><published>2003-06-12T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T05:33:36.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sweet smell of rain still lingers in the room. The cool breeze brushes across my cheeks, my neck, my hair, a feeling that I've never felt for such a long time. Sitting here reminiscing the past and hoping for the future, my mind is a myriad of images, all vying to search for its stage to present its best or worst to its one and only audience. i struggle to break free, but the horrendous </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95587030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95587030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95587030' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-95507967</id><published>2003-06-10T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T08:03:44.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been out for -pauses and counts- 15.5 hours. woah. pretty long huh. found myself in school at seven this morning in school sitting at the upper concourse and listening to a menopausal woman rambling on and on about how important it is to take your temperature. then it was off for physics prac. which was pretty ok. except for the fact that my values seem a little off. ok well maybe they're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95507967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95507967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95507967' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-95443953</id><published>2003-06-08T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T18:21:12.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where You Lead I Will FollowKnowing you the way I doI only wanna be with youAnd I will goto the ends of the earth,'cause darling, to me that's what you're worthWhere You LeadI will followAnywhere that you tell me toIf you need-If you need me to be with youI will followWhere you leadIf you're out on the roadFeelin' lonely and so coldAll you have to do is call my nameAnd I'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95443953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95443953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95443953' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-95403566</id><published>2003-06-07T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T03:12:01.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi people. i'm not rebecca. okay just popped by and i would like to CURSE this particular maths tutor who did 5 questions in one and a half hours. he charges $130 per month, 4 times weekly. He claims to be a top student. but i don't think so. therefore, those of you out there who are going to attend tuition with a guy who fits the description above, BEWARE. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95403566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/95403566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95403566' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-94985017</id><published>2003-05-28T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T05:12:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chinese is simply driving me cra-zee i tell you. totally sick of it. can't stand looking at those horrid worksheets anymore. i need a break! hello? somehow i wish the chinese teachers would read this. lao shi men! wo men hao lei! ke yi bu yao you mo ni kao ma? haha. sorry. that was crap. just needed to de-stress.ooh went to hcjc yesterday for their investiture. pretty cool. yeah. the ceremony </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94985017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94985017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94985017' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-94984845</id><published>2003-05-28T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T05:05:09.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the court is our stage.a solitary figure stands there.eyes fixed on her actors.puppets. robots. that's who they are.numbed and unfeeling.oblivious to the world. they only have to put up a good show. that's all they need. to survive the day. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94984845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94984845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94984845' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-94854251</id><published>2003-05-25T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T01:06:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love my pufferfish. you never fail to make me smile everytime. =)you're da best. *poof*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94854251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94854251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94854251' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-94854218</id><published>2003-05-25T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T01:05:22.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>letter to a friend:i've known you for long. and i've seen you grown. but now, i sit here and think and am in awe of how much you've changed. i don't want to hurt you with my words. maybe it's just a figment of my imagination. maybe it's just me who's changing. but to see you falling like that stabs me right through my heart. no longer the simple person you are anymore. but someone who stops at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94854218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94854218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94854218' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-94818091</id><published>2003-05-23T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T22:58:45.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm a bad bad bad bad conversationist. seriously. i mean, i can't even keep up with a simple conversation with people. maybe it hasn't got anything to do with conversing, maybe it's just i'm not pro-active enough. too passive. but haven't you been in this awkward situation whereby you're alone with someone you know, yet you have absolutely nothing to talk about? it just feels so weird. i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94818091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94818091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94818091' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-94534534</id><published>2003-05-18T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T06:21:55.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wish i could rip your heart open so that i can see what's inside.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94534534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94534534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94534534' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-94445183</id><published>2003-05-16T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T05:30:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>amazing how a single outing of merely two hours can show you the ugly side of a modern society. maybe i'm over-reacting. but it just irked me to see such behaviour. two girls, probably still unsure of their sexuality, donning the supposedly simple in virtue blue uniforms which they have successfully transformed into maternity dresses, walked hand-in-hand in the midst of headturners, as though </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94445183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94445183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94445183' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-94382146</id><published>2003-05-15T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T03:44:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haven't ranted here much ever since my comp crashed some time ago. getting the public-holiday syndrome again. maddened by the fact that on such a bright and sunny day like that i'm not out but stuck at home with braincell-killing work to do. but then, looking forward to later. matrix reloaded sneaks! yepp. somehow managed to get tickets for it. not really into this kind of shows, but it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94382146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94382146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94382146' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-94195232</id><published>2003-05-12T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T03:34:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pardon me fel. but i've gotta sing this once again! rejoice in the Lord always...and again i say rejoice.sorting photos are fun. and i even got paid for it. one quarter cup of strawberry smoothie. how's that. haha.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94195232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/94195232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94195232' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-93593793</id><published>2003-05-01T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T06:48:28.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shopping is absolutely tiring. it's our shopping and eating day. yes. six hours in town. continuous walking. mum and i were trying to burn off our calories after lunch at fish &amp; co. yummy. and then she forced me to go look for my grad gown. which was actually quite fun. haha. didn't manage to get anything. but at least we tried. =) made my new specs! yay. i like it a lot! but think i look kinda </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/93593793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/93593793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93593793' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-93295295</id><published>2003-04-26T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T07:06:46.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well in case you've failed to noticein case you've failed to seethis is my heart, bleeding before you.this is me down on my knees. these foolish games are tearing me apartand your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.you're breaking my heart. jewel-foolish games. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/93295295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/93295295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93295295' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-93171626</id><published>2003-04-24T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T04:42:37.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need some space. not literally. but space. breathing space. i don't want to be tied down anymore. there's no sense in it. nothing. but just a matter of obligation and dependence. so why is this still going on? go away.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/93171626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/93171626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93171626' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-93041487</id><published>2003-04-22T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T06:18:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes it takes the dark to teach us to walk in God's light.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/93041487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/93041487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93041487' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-92920990</id><published>2003-04-19T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T01:48:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She decided that like her, he was born and brought up in Singapore. Like hers, her name bore the chic hyphen. Wu-er - she still did not know what he looked like - was the sole recipient of all the love and longing that her young, ardent heart was capable of. She wrote:"There is a place I want to go to, but I don't know where There is someone I want to meet, but I don't know who."Hers was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92920990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92920990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92920990' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-92772413</id><published>2003-04-17T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T04:51:03.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay finally got my photos uploaded! but there's like only 4. haha pathetic. didn't manage to scan all. just picked a few. shall scan more next time. yup. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92772413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92772413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92772413' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-92522272</id><published>2003-04-13T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T00:55:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>reminded of the things you said.those things that you wrote. brings back a tear or two. but don't think i'll fall.i cannot give you this much.if you don't give me any at all.wish you could understand.but i know you don't.simply bcos,you don't know me anymore.it's raining. again. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92522272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92522272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92522272' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-92519925</id><published>2003-04-12T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T23:35:59.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's frustrating when you have feelings bottled up inside of you and yet you don't know just how to express them. how hard it is to want to say something without people thinking you're screwed, crazy, or pathetic. in case you're still wondering, i'm talking about yours truly. how i envy those who can just write endlessly about their thoughts and feelings without repeating themselves or any of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92519925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92519925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92519925' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-92519271</id><published>2003-04-12T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T02:29:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been too long and I'm lost without you So what am I gonna do, said I've been needin' you, wantin' you Wonderin' if you're the same and who's been with you Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes i miss you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92519271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92519271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92519271' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-92421167</id><published>2003-04-11T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T04:33:19.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's boom's bday today. his 21st bday. yup. he's got a bbq at his hse. but told dad i'd pass. and so did my bro. time really flies. he's 21 already? woah.  feel a bit guilty not going. after all we all used to be good friends. but now that we're all grown up, we have our own worlds and lives. yup. looks like the pp club is gonna die at our generation. sad, but true. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92421167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92421167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92421167' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-92294781</id><published>2003-04-09T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T08:21:00.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe...it wasn't such a good idea to get my com fixed after all. in case you've not noticed, i've not been online fer two days! lol. nearly fell out of my chair (which is half-broken already) when i saw all the assignments to do. man. and like half of them are related to either sars or the war. why do we have to be reminded of such depressing stuff/ sigh.anyway. tmr seems like it's gonna be an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92294781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92294781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92294781' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-92077432</id><published>2003-04-05T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T22:50:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of all the things I believe in I just want to get it over with tears from behind my eyes but I do not cry Counting the days that past me by I've been searching deep down in my soul Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old Looks like I'm starting all over again The last three years were just pretend and I say Goodbye to you Goodbye to everything I thought I knew You were the one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92077432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92077432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92077432' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-92077281</id><published>2003-04-05T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T22:42:18.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's a sunday! yup. the sun is shining and butterflies are flying. crap. what am i doing. haha. so you must have guessed. i'm bored. studying chem now. or rather, i was studying chem. until i stopped for lunch and then coming online. just promised myself i would 1)study hard, 2)stop coming online so often, 3)stop using my phone too often. haha yup. hols have been extended. as everyone should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92077281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/92077281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92077281' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-91846360</id><published>2003-04-02T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T07:10:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. didn't think reality tv could make me this excited. with pple like christi. urgh. such an emotional bucket. can't believe he actually chose her. goodness. is he blind or sth. was so angry i got up and started hitting my tv set with my bolster. not to mention my mum actually said "sh*t" when he announced her name. haha. it's gettin interesting...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91846360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91846360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91846360' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-91769596</id><published>2003-04-01T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T05:34:08.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yikes. my hair is short. don't like it now. it was ok when i just stepped out of the salon. and now it looks terrible. okok maybe not that bad. but it's really short. i look like a little girl. haha.tears of the sun is good. yeah. didn't expect it to be so good. thought it was gonna be some boring war story. but apparently not. i've never really put much thought into the iraq war until when i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91769596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91769596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91769596' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-91711177</id><published>2003-03-31T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T07:23:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she's everything you wantshe's everything you needshe's everything inside of you that you wish you could beshe says all the right things at exactly the right timeand i mean nothing to you and i just know why. my version of vertical horizon's everything you want.i never had a place in your heart, right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91711177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91711177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91711177' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-91704738</id><published>2003-03-31T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T07:04:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weee/// just got back from fel's house. had a pretty fulfilling day. well, maybe not. not that i achieved anything great though. just that finally i've been out of the house to venture somewhere further than j8. haha. slacked around at her place. planned to watch vcds but couldn't decide on one so might as well don't watch. baked muffins!!! blueberry ones! haha damn nice. rite...don't look at me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91704738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91704738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91704738' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-91632693</id><published>2003-03-29T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T19:55:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damaged - tlcI know I'm kinda strange, to you sometimesDon't always say, what's on my mindYou know that I've been hurt, by some guyBut I don't wanna mess up this timeAnd I really really really careAnd I really really really want youAnd I think I'm kinda scaredCos I don't want to lose youIf you really really really careThen maybe you can hang throughI hope you understandIt's nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91632693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91632693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91632693' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-91581588</id><published>2003-03-28T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T19:41:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pooh. third day into the april hols. and miraculously, i'm still surviving! -applauses- so now, i have like 7 more days to go? yeah 7 days of rotting at home. dad just called to make sure that i'm not out. and was going on and on about how contagious sars can be. as if i don't know that already. yep. brought back all my books from school. and they're just like collecting dust in one corner of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91581588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91581588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91581588' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-91482451</id><published>2003-03-27T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T07:04:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the world is in a big mess with so many things happening now. you never thought you could be affected huh? well now you do. and now i do too. people suffering, dying, mourning for the loved ones. it's just so depressing to see what's happening around us these days. so before anything happens, take a moment to show your loved ones how much you really love them. before it's too late. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91482451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91482451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91482451' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-91184032</id><published>2003-03-22T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T08:47:01.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scarred by the words you said.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91184032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/91184032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91184032' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-90927929</id><published>2003-03-18T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T07:47:33.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was going to write a long entry yesterday. but dunno why somehow i didn't post it. just got back from ruth's house. am so so tired. my legs feel...weird. yeah. like they're not mine anymore. guess that happens when you don't train for a week. haha yeah. i wonder how things will be like when we stop training. which is like soon. yeah probably in a month's time. nationals are gonna start next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/90927929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/90927929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90927929' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-90855901</id><published>2003-03-17T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T06:48:09.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/90855901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/90855901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90855901' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-90588909</id><published>2003-03-12T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T07:01:27.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh. everything is falling apart. again. and this time. it's not just me imagining things. i have been warned.  yes i have. not as though i didn't expect it. just that i didn't expect it to come so early. argh. i better buck up. i must. i wouldn't dare imagine the consequences if i don't. but how. i've tried countless times but i just can't. [[someone save me.]]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/90588909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/90588909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90588909' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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-3918630.post-90392296</id><published>2003-03-08T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T23:50:32.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've never felt so much for the need to be alone before. i seriously have no idea wat's happening to me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/90392296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918630/posts/default/90392296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rui_zenith.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90392296' title=''/><author><name>rui</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08121819579573958828</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>
