<?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-20364619</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:45:02.769+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fading Dream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-116868181231208414</id><published>2007-01-13T17:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:21:13.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays in Hong Kong &gt; Day 3</title><content type='html'>This morning I had to wake earlier to get my visa into China. It was done fairly quickly and the photo I took turned out pretty good too, a good sign? Then Olivia and I went to MacDonalds next door. Really love the milk tea there, getting a hot one for a change this morning. Haha ther person gave me a weird look when I asked for 8 sugars XP Then we went to Admiralty to wait for the boys, but it turns out I had told them the wrong station O_O Luckily it was only one station off, hehe... We got on the bus to Ocean Park, it wasn't very crowded today. Chris' has the cutest Chinese dialect I have ever heard!!=^_^= Cat is 'miu', Cantonese/Mandarin is 'mao', Vietnamese is 'meow' and English is...'cat' -.- The four of us spent all bus ride meowing at each other, so fun :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing in Ocean Park was through a souvenir shop, where we found heaps of cute toys, but everything was (as expected) very very expensive. The boys hadn't eaten breakfast yet so we went to look for MacDonalds because everything else was (again) very very expensive. We went up four really really long escalators and took some nice scenic photos. It tooks aaaaaaages ro find MacDonalds. We were getting so many vague/wrong directions, but finally we got there. After lunch, we didn't want to go on any rides just in case we threw up, so we went to the Jellyfish exhibition. We took a long road that gave us a nice view of the sea. Along the way there was this wall and Maiki's like "go! climb it, climb it!" while the other two were like "nonono!!!" But I did anyway and I cut my hand on it... On the way down my hair flopped in my face and I couldn't tell where the floor was because it was around the same colour as the wall and I'm like "oh shit, where's the floor?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out we had taken a really long, sceninc path to nowhere. We wanted to see the jellyfish, seals and pands, and the path Olivia had led us on led us to none of these places. But we handed the map around and eventually Chris led us to the Sea Jelly Spectacular, which was. Absolutely beautiful. Jellyfish are one of my favourite animals, and there I was in a house full of them!! Some jellyfish were as big as a bowling ball and a metre of trailings while others are smaller than your pinky nail and almost transparent. After coming out we took the cable car back down to the other side of Ocean Park to see the pandas. It was then I discovered Chris and Maiki had vertigo. They tell me more boys have vertigo than girls, but they are the only boys I know that are afraid of heights while I know heaps of girls that are afraid of heights. Otherwise the ride was a wonderful experience, the wind blowing through and the scenery travelling below you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Park was really empty today, so we didn't even have to line up to see the pandas. There are two pandas in Ocean Park; An An, a 20-year-old male and Jia Jia, a 28-year-old female. 30 in panda years is equivalent to a human of 80 years! So all Jia Jia did was sleep, and An An wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia started to get really quiet and distant and along the way she started sniffing and crying. The three of us wondered what was wrong, but we all thought she was just down and needed some discretion. But one person down, especially the person who was usually the loudest dampened the atmosphere for everyone else. We tried to give her time to herself so we were scared to do anything with her, and it was quite disturbing to just hear her sniffing and crying as you were walking along, trying to pretend as if you couldn't hear it. I started getting angry at her because I really believe you shouldn't be sad on someone's birthday and it was ruining Maiki's 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pandas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-116868181231208414?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/116868181231208414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=116868181231208414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/116868181231208414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/116868181231208414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2007/01/holidays-in-hong-kong-day-3.html' title='Holidays in Hong Kong &gt; Day 3'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-116604314236060375</id><published>2006-12-14T04:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T06:52:22.553+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays in Hong Kong &gt; Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I woke up rather late at 10:30, when we were meant to leave the house -.-" and they came early so we ended up being half an hour late. We went to the new building in Mong Kok, the Lancaster Tower, for breakfast, but everything was too expensive, so Aunty Wendy took us to Yum-Cha. It was a bit of a disappointment because it wansn't the type with people pushing trolleys around, but there aren't too many of those anymore. There was a discount if we ordered before noon, so Aunty ordered all these random dishes. Chris couldn't eat much; he doesn't eat pork because of religious reasons, won't eat any seafood, and won't try anything he hasn't had before, which limited his meal to one dish, and tea. What's the point of going to foreign countries to live off MacDonald's and KFC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because we took so long at breakfast, we cut out a chunk of shopping time, not to mention afterwards when we were looking for the street market of Temple Street. We found the street but not the markets. Haha, when I found the right way to go, I dramatically pointed my hand in the direction - - - and whacked some old guy in the head while I was at it too X_X So embarrassing!!! I apologised and ran away. But we somehow ended up in a different suburb because all the suburbs are all close together, so instead of wandering aimlessly around, we took the MTR back, and went to the Ladies Street markets instead, which is basically the same anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They were so excited to get started. Chris and Maiki bought so much stuff, while Olivia and I didn't buy so much. I felt a bit noobish because I hadn't done any haggling for a year (my honour is worth $7 TW ^^""") but as I said before (have I?) it felt good to be back. Olivia and Maiki's 'thing' is the Monokuro Boo pigs, and I pointed out almost every single merchandise, so much that they sort of got over it...oops :P Maiki was still wanting the huge seal toy he saw in Mannings yesterday but he couldn't find any today. He's the type where he'll want something, but not want to buy it, but the more he looks at it, the more he'll want to buy it, and probably end up buying it anyway. On the other hand, Chris is a very decisive shopper, he wants something, snap, he'll buy it immediately, if he doesn't want it, snap, move on. I'm the type that if I want something, I don't want to buy it, but if I'm not holding it, I'll keep on wanting it, and if I'm holding it, the less I want to buy it. I bought a huuuuuuuge zippo, which I'll somehow engrave and give to my dad as a present. Also Death Note stickers, and a big panda sticker for Eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After the long Ladies Street everyone was tired and hungry, and Chris and Maiki had a big handful of bags. I wanted to take them to a HK style cafe restaurant, but we ended up going to Pizza Hut, and it was completely awesome!!! All four of us ended up getting the spaghetti bolognaise meals. Liv and I kept on jinxing (saying the same things at the same time) each other while ordering, I think we freaked out the waiter XD Olivia finished all her soup first and got full quickly, so I ate half her spaghetti for her, and when we went downstairs, I was already getting hungry XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maiki was still looking for a DS so we looked at a lot of electronics shops. In one of the buildings we went into, I met Judy! She was working in a jewelry stores I was looking at. It was good to see her again, she was very different from a few years before, prettier now. One of the first things he said to me was that I was much fatter than before T_T Haha...oh well, too lazy to diet ^^ And then...somehow I was conned into buying a $300HKD ring (about $50AUS) X_X As Olivia says, it is now a symbol of how easily I can be guilt-tripped *sigh*. But at least I have the promise from her that I get a necklace from her for my birthday. Silver King jewelry is really kool V(^_^)V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Afterwards we went to another building wherethere were a lot of cute toys and hardcore clothing. I really missed the busy-ness of Hong Kong, where every turn is filled with all these pretty/shiny/distracting/interesting gadgets. Olivia found this really kool store called Dracula that sold lolita cosplay costumes *drool* if only if only... In the next building we went to, Maiki gave up on his DS because it was too expensive for him, and Chris bought a while load of games. I bought the whole set of Death Note manga!! AHHHHH!!!!!! So happy ^________________^ Olivia was so funny, every time Maiki looked at a girl, even in a passing glance, she would whack him. It was just the funniest thing to see when he said "hey, boots" then Olivia would swing a huge plastic bag filled with her shopping and whack him in the stomach. Chris had trouble with his Traveller's card, when he looked at his account balance it read $8 O_O But he did manage to withdraw about $8000HKD so... On the street someone rang me and told me I had dropped my passport!! I freaked out since my mum had somehow misplaced mine at home. Turns out it was Judy pulling a prank. More trouble at home, Dad was looking at my identification card to China and it had expired. Good thing we found out early rather than too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Reading back, I've been complaining a lot about Chris (this is copied from my hand-written diary, and I've made some changes from paper to computer). Funnily enough, Maiki and I get along really well, some aspects of us are really similar, and we can have a lot of fun together. Have you ever felt an urge to do something completely out of line, and sometimes downright dangerous for no reason at all? Not to show off or anything, just to feel what it would be like to do it? I'm not suicidal (no, really, I'm not), but sometimes when I'm leaning over the edge of a balcony, I look down and wonder if I would be able to jump down and land properly, or what would be my emotions and feelings of the air rushing pass me. Or when I'm sitting in the car with the window down as I'm looking at the ground speeding beneath me, I suddenly get this urge to jump out the window and see if I'm invincible. But I'm also realistic, I fear the consequences, it's like I want to test my mortality, to what extent do I exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But every time, I step away from the balcony, I close the window, I'm too burdened to die yet. Do you fear dying or death? What do you think lies after life? In Christianity, it's either heaven or hell of some sort; in Buddhism, the wheel of life turns into another life, and such in other religions. For Agnostics and Aetheists, what lies after life? Eternal sleep, haunting of places on earth, an alternate universe, becoming a spirit that watches over the people that still live, torture to pay for the sins you've committed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The point of going through all that was the stranges urges I get. Things such as, suddenly go "meow" randomly, or want to hug, bite, kiss, pat, scratch, scream, etc. With Maiki, I've felt the urge to hug (to feel his jacket), bite (to see him jump), kiss (to see what the shape of my lip gloss would be like on his cheek). The brackets are the excuses for these urges, because there are no reasons for these unreasonable wants. I feel no romantic feeling towards him, I just want to feel. (If Olivia ever reads this I'll probably have my face scratched out X_X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Probably for the same reason for this love/hate relationship I have with so many people, one of them Chris. I hate closed minds, and cannot tolerate stupidity in others, that is why I'm always pushing for perfection. In a way, the harsher I am on something, it means the more I like it, because if I didn't care about it, I wouldn't care about what it was like. To describe Chris in seven words would be: lots of heart and not much thought. I am told I am logical, practical and realistic to the point of cold-hearted, and he is pretty much the opposite, "Do what your heart tells you". He is very passionate, and sometimes I can share that, and sometimes I can't, and my need to be alone confuses and frustrates him and his need for constant reassurance and demonstration of our 'love'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We're still childrean, I don't know what he's thinking, but I don't know what I'm living for yet, or what I want from this relationship (or any) yet. If i already know all this, wouldn't everything be so boring?I can take as much time as I want of my personal journey to wherever, but if affects my time spent with him, but it's so hard not to be selfish, it's human nature. As much as I cannot tolerate selfishness in others, I'm aware of my own selfishness. But he seems to bring it all out of me, and in some way, it's because I love him that I let him see this side of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I say he's better with someone else, but then again I don't think I'm ready to let him go yet. I act a little differently around him, and I think he doesn't like the more boyish and independent side of me. As a couple, we're both giving, but we don't like to take. I really hate it when he puts me in front of everything else, because it's like he's creating his life around me, and I have to compensate for everything he'll be missing out on, and that I have to do the same for him. I can do what I want, when I want, with who I want, that's why I think he should act the same. He's a little offended when he threatens to do things with/look at other girls that he knows Maiki would earn a smack from Olivia, but I just shrug and say "sure, do whatever, I don't care". It's not that I completely don't care, but it doesn't affect us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~K~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-116604314236060375?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/116604314236060375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=116604314236060375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/116604314236060375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/116604314236060375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidays-in-hong-kong-day-2.html' title='Holidays in Hong Kong &gt; Day 2'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-116572131686979091</id><published>2006-12-10T13:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T13:29:27.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays in Hong Kong &gt; Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to the annoying polyphonic of YMCA, closed it and then went back to sleep z_Z. Olivia had to go to Wan Chai today to get her HKID card done, so we had to wake up early. It feels good to be back in Hong Kong, and to move slowly at my own pace, watching all those busy Hongkies rush past me. Everything works faster in Hong Kong; trains go faster, even escalators go faster. After dropping Olivia off at the Immigration Tower, I went to Lok Fu to wait for the two boys. At the station I found a manga store with all of Death Note and the rest of Hunter X Hunter @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Olivia wasn't with us, we went to smaller shopping centres first, Tai Koo. Chris wanted to get his phone first thing but I didn't want to take them to the street markets yet. During the walk around Tai Koo, I started getting a really bad stomachache, until I gave up and went home to take medicine, to find we had a box of Panadol but no Panadol inside, so I just sat and watched television. Sitting in a ball really does help. My dad came home to get something and got me some medicine, also showing me there was Panadol in the medicine cupboard, I was just blind ^^". The three of us spent the next few hours playing Nintendo DS and Neopets. Maiki is a maths freak (Albie, he beat your times on maths o.o) But I beat him on High and Low ^__^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an intense nagging session I agreed to take them to Mong Kok tomorrow, and we would go to the electronics street right now. On the MTR the three of us played Paper, Scissor, Rock and thumbwars all the way to Mong Kok - yes we were really bored. We picked up Olivia along the way, she had been shopping ahead of time at Mong Kok with her parents and they had bought a whole load of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Aplieu Street, Chris immediately began his search for the cheapest price on his phone, and soon I was getting extremely bored. Chris bought his phone at 8:30, when we should have nearly finished dinner, and we couldn't find a DS for Maiki. We went to Festival Walk for dinner (KFC). They found a gaming shop that sold DSs, and said they would go back and get it after eating, but it was closed by the time they got back. Aunty Wendy took them back home and Olivia and I took the MTR home. On the way, we went high for no reason and started making up stupid games and talking/laughing really loudly. The people around us seemed embarrassed but we were having too much fun to care. At first we were playing Paper, Scissor, Rock, and then we played this game where one person had to slap the back of the other persons hand, and the other person had to try not get hit, a reflex game. Then we upgraded the game to waving our hands madly around... AND it was 11:15 by the time we got home, good thing my dad doesn't worry as much as my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~K~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-116572131686979091?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/116572131686979091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=116572131686979091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/116572131686979091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/116572131686979091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidays-in-hong-kong-day-1.html' title='Holidays in Hong Kong &gt; Day 1'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-116560088699819539</id><published>2006-12-09T02:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T13:29:01.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays in Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Holidays had just started and already I'm off to Hong Kong with Chris, Olivia and Maiki. It's meant to be a relaxing holiday but these few days have been so hectic from all the shopping, I'm so tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday 02/12/2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chris gave me my Christmas/birthday/New Years present, a watch. It's a very nice watch, a very pretty one, but personally, truthfully, I don't really like it. (Just really wanted to say it somewhere, at least I can be truthful somewhere.) Although it's a digital watch, it's hard to read because the numbers are made of dots, and the buttons are hard to use. He got the word 'aishiteru' engraved on the top which is really sweet, but apart from for matching clothes, I seriously wouldn't want to wear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This really makes me wonder if he knows me well enough to choose something I don't like. Maybe it's because I act differently around him, but this doesn't really boost my confidence factor -.- Now I wonder what he was actually feeling when I gave him my birthday present to him. Is this all our relationship is based on? Good intentions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's made out of leather, and it's frickin huge it gets in the way and sticks to my skin uncomfortably when it's hot. Not to mention it's white, and knowing me, it will get dirty so easily. At first he wouldn't give it to me until the last day of his stay in Hong Kong, so I kept on guessing. I got Liv to guess too, but after a while she gave up and called him, but promised him she wouldn't tell me. After a day or so I gave up guessing. All heart and no thought. It's a very nice watch, but not a watch for me. All I really wanted as a present from him was a soft toy :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday 03/12/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aftera threat from my mum that if I didn't clean my room before the holidays she would so it for me (in other words chuck everything on the floor in the bin), so I finally cleaned (most of) my room since probably the beginning of the year. The last night in my room for the year was spoilt by a mosquito biting me on the arm in the night, so I moved downstairs to sleep. Mum insisted on taking my phone sim to the random friend staying in our house, so I didn't have an alarm clock, and instead of waking at 6:30, I woke at 7:30 when I was actually meant to leave the house. For some reason, my sister and I always argue with our mum on the morning any of us are due for a plane flight, and this morning was no exception. And I ended up getting my whole phone taken away and was late to the airport. Ironically, the two people who thought would have the most problems had the least, and the two people who thought would have the least problems had the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maiki arrived first because his mum thought it would take them an hour and a half to reach the airport, when in actual fact it was only twenty minutes, so he got there about an hour early. Chris arrived next, then me, then Olivia. She was going to be on time, but on the highway, she realised she had forgotten her phone, so her brother had to go back home, grab her phone and back to the airport. We lined up and checked in. I went on a shopping spree last year so I didn't want to buy too much this year; my luggage was 15kg, Chris' was 9kg, Liv's was 8kg and Maiki's was 7kg (geez did they just have an empty suitcase?!) Haha when we had to scan our luggage through, Maiki and I were told to take off our belts O_O because it was metal while going through the metal-scanner. Everyone was pretty excited but I wasn't that enthused, particularly because of my late night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because we had checked in fairly late we didn't get all our seats together. Liv, Maiki and Chris had consecutive seats and I was two rows behind them, so Chris swapped the seat with the person next to me. I slept for the first 20 minutes, sprawled out on the table (like in English classes), ate, watched some movies, played some games, played some more games, slept a bit more, watched Love at First Note, ate, watched Pirates of the Caribean 2, missing the last minute of the movie, and that was the whole plane trip. Just as the plane was landing, a little boy near me threw up, poor kid, he was nearly there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We had an hour and a half in Taipei airport to waste, so we wandered around the few shops there since there weren't enough time to go out of the airport. Found some funny magnets and that was about it. Waited a bit in the transfer lounge and onto the next plane already! Again, I got a seat away from the other three, but it was a good thing it was me. The flight was only an hour and a half long so I didn't want Chris to move, even though I had two empty seats next to me. To me, it felt really good sitting by myself. Maybe it's the brief sense of freedom and independence, because in Australia I had all these people (mainly mum mother and sister) nagging at me, and in Hong Kong I would have to baby-sit three people all older than me. School ending was really quite relieving. Upon getting my tests back (I didn't do too badly this term) I looked at the things I wrote, and I know if i was made to resit the exam for one reason or another, I would not have been able to make a serious effort, I was just so relaxed for the end of grade 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haha...he came after all. Just when I was relaxing his head popped up beside me. Sometimes I feel so bad that I'm his girlfriend because I can be so moody. One moment I'm all tackle-hug and one moment later I'm like DON'T TOUCH ME!!! I can say it's my OCD, but I don't know. My moods change really quickly for no apparent reason, and it sort of freaks him out. Hell it freaks me out too. Like I'll be laughing and then suddenly frown and bite him really hard. I know he's very tolerant and patient to my mood swings and whimsical wants, but when he wnts something and I don't feel like it, I just don't respond or brush him off. It's like he can do better, have better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well anyway, back to the airport, my mum lost my Hong Kong Identification cardso I had to line up with everyone else with my passport. Met my dad for the first time in a year. To me, he had changed a lot. Everyone around me constantly changes, but I could always count on that when I go back to Hong Kong, my dad and my house would stay generally the same. My house is the same, but my dad isn't. Probably the years taking it's toll on him. Funny, my dad is an alcoholic, my mum a chain smoker, my sister...is just annoying, and they wonder how I turned out to be such a fucked-up kid. Another lesson to verify that "nothing lasts forever". At least his personality is more or less the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He drove Chris and Maiki up to my relative's place, dropped them off, and then we went home. Watched some television and then went to sleep, end of day one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~K~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-116560088699819539?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/116560088699819539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=116560088699819539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/116560088699819539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/116560088699819539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidays-in-hong-kong.html' title='Holidays in Hong Kong'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-116477536177449939</id><published>2006-11-29T13:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:16:35.440+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Albie Week!!!</title><content type='html'>After weeks of anticipation, Albie finally arrived to Brisbane. In the midst of all my exams, here's something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrived on Friday night, right after my Chemistry exam. We were both weren't tired so we bummed around, and played StepMania and LittleFighter on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to DreamWorld. Olivia couldn't come because she needed to study, so we didn't go to SeaWorld after all. Albie drove (the car ride was really smooth too) and Gold Coast was closer than I thought it would be, especially with Albie driving at 140 :P Pity we couldn't get in touch with Joseph up there, because I lost his mobile phone number :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/1600/398507/PB250006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/320/911256/PB250006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing we did in DreamWorld was go see the tigers. Actually, we went to The Tower Of Terror first. The day we went was very un-crowded, so the lines were fairly short. A 10 line-up, a 10 second ride. Seems the older you get, the more unimpressive theme parks become. But the tigers were kool :P There were two gold and one white Bengal tigers. They did some tricks, and the white one, being the older one, was a little more choosy about which tricks it would do. After the first trick or so it ignored everyone and just sat XP hehe, like me. Me and Alb worked out the best photo strategies: 1. Albie reaches over the top of everyone in the front to take photos, or 2. I jump on him in a piggy-back and take the photo :) whichever works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food in theme parks is like food in airports, disgustingly expensive and expensively disgusting. I wanted to watch a show on snakes, so we bought the food and kidnapped the tray, and went to look for the show, but by the time we got there the show had finished, and we didn't really want to go in a place full of animals with a tray of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/1600/713447/PB250033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/320/177880/PB250033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside there were random kangaroos hopping about, scruffy bunch. We went to the snake house, but most of it was closed under construction, so we looked at all the sleepy snakes and lizards outside. We saw the trees of koalas, sleepy things, just like Koala :P I wanted to cuddle a koala but it costed $4 so I couldn't be bothered. Don't you think koalas should have soft fur? I mean just looking at it makes you think they have soft fluffy fur, but in reality..... and they stink. Haha as Albie said, "because all Koala does is sleep, all the energy goes to making his hair soft" XP (the picture is a ninja koala - doesn't it look like it's just about to pull out a sword/stick and suddenly fell asleep?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to the birdwalk, an open area for birds to fly around with a net at the top so they don't fly away. There were a few weird looking birds and a sleepy Tasmanian Devil in a log. Then we went into the nocturnal house where there were a few owls and such, some possums, and a very ninja sugar glider. It was the smallest sugar glider, and it was the fastest little thing I'd ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming out from the Australian Wildlife we went to the Wiggles Farmyard right next door. The little lamb was sooooooo soft and furry ^____^ And for some reason there were two llamas as well (has anyone ever had llama meat before?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/1600/608555/PB250062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/320/104847/PB250062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the area with all the rides in it. Albie really liked the Claw and we went on it twice. The first few swings made a really comfortable sensation, like rocking on a boat or a swing. When we came off we felt pretty dizzy, but it was quite fun. Then we went on the Vortex (aka Gravitron) twice, so Alb could take a photo of me upside down. Haha we came out feeling a bit sick, so we just sat outside for a while. If a drunk person went into the Vortex, would he come out twice as drunk, or completely undrunk? (Albie surfing upside down!!!! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/1600/103835/PB250067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/320/561434/PB250067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/1600/200430/PB250068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/320/666302/PB250068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit, we went to the iMax Theatre to watch a show on Bears. The introduction was really kool, of the constellation of Ursa moving around and coming down to Earth. It was really quite interesting, with cute footage of baby bears and other bears. In addition to the comfortable seats and air-conditioning, we were quite content to just stay put. Since the Icecream parlor was right next door, we had icecream too!! After that we went on some more rides, like the Cyclone (rollercoaster) and Wipeout (essentially a machine that spins you around). The Cyclone was alright, not amazingly good. And the Wipeout hurt because the harnesses weren't on tight enough it bounced you around a bit. I was more concentrating on staying in the chair than the ride spinning me around. It started slowing down back to the start and Albie said "hmm, end of the ride." Then it suddenly flipped us backwards and the funniest thing of the day was Albie yelling "Ow my groin!!!!" I laughed for the remainder of the ride, and I think the machine operator thought I was a bit weird but hey XD (For all of you who don't find it funny, it was a you-had-to-be-there moment) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was nearly closing time and so we rushed over to the Giant Drop for one last ride. It took you up...and up...and up....and up... You couldn't look up and you couldn't look down, but you had quite a nice view. It was the suspense that was the scariest thing. It kept us up there for what felt like ages, although it was probably less than a minute. Everyone felt scared up there, haha even Albie said he wanted to go home XP You know in Giant Drops during the first second of it going down it feels like you're floating? Well, this one didn't have that particular feature. Straight down....and end. When I got off the back of my pants were soaked, probably because the guy before had gotten wet from the Log Ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/1600/183708/PB250081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/320/377210/PB250081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My frozen coke shop was closed, so we slowly made our way to the exit as well. I went inside the Tiger merchandise shop, and really wanted to buy this toy tiger, but then didn't have enough money. We left with Churros @^__^@ Yup and that was the end of our day. Albie got home and spent half an hour putting sticky tape around two 5c coins so it would be the same size as a two dollar coin, and couldn't wait to try it out on an unsuspecting vending machine, since it didn't work on the vending machines in DreamWorld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of Albie's playtime in Brisbane because he had to work. We went to the city and played DDR with Chris and Olivia. Haha I spent the whole day (actually the whole week) vainly trying to get him to be ticklish, and jumping on him for piggy-back rides XP We played 20 minutes of pool, then watched Borat at the cinemas. To those people who want to watch it, it's funny, in a really sick way. Afterwards Liv went to work and the three of us went back to my house, where we watched The Departed. The intro was 20 minutes, and by that time I had fallen asleep and Chris was playing on his Nintendo DS. So we all gave up really trying to watch and played on his DS. According to that it says I have a brain age of 25 !!! V(^_^)V We ordered pizza from Pizza Hut and watched the Japanese movie of Death Note. It was alright. And then an episode of Family Guy and Chris had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lift to school, did my ITS exam, it went alright. Did nothing, went home. Then spent half the night procrastinating from studying for my maths exam. We opened a big packet of chips and between us we finished it (although I probably ate more than him) hehe I was trying to get him to eat more and more XP We played a few games of some form of Pictionary (draw pictures for the other person to guess the movie), but I hadn't seen most of the movies Albie drew. Then a few games of hangman - I was two words short of using the entire alphabet on a word, and it was only four letters long too T_T A few more games of Mr Squiggle, then I went to study. Albie gave me a crash course in solving maximum and minimum problems, and he probably thinks I'm so stupid because it took me about three hours to do six problems :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both tired from the late night, and my test was in the morning. I reckon I did a little better than last term, but still not that optimistic about the results. Everyone came out of the exam relieved and happy that exams were over. I spent the rest of the day reading, then went home. Chris came over and had dinner, and we just bummed around for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albie's last morning!!!! I gave him a picture that I drew *cough* traced :P and he gave me an official copy of Thank God You're Here!!! Hehe I'll be watching that XD Arigatou Albie!!! He drove me to school for the last time (T_T)/~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First two periods of school was year assembly, of which I slept through half of it, and then I went to Sister and slept for the rest of it. During morning tea I came back home and here I am! Albie's plane leaves for Melbourne in about 10 minutes right now, BAI ALBIE!!! MISS YOU LOTS ALREADY!!!! Safe trip! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/1600/868739/PB250069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7761/2038/320/458342/PB250069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~K~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-116477536177449939?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/116477536177449939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=116477536177449939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/116477536177449939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/116477536177449939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/11/albie-week.html' title='Albie Week!!!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115910808821454407</id><published>2006-09-24T23:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:40:31.810+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherlyn's 16th Birthday Parties + Holidays</title><content type='html'>The official date of Sherlyn's birthday is the 18th of September, but we seemed to have so many parties. (I know this is a late post, but hey, better late than never. Please take notice, this is LAST holidays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7761/2038/1600/DSC00192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7761/2038/320/DSC00192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Monday was the last day of stand down and none of us had any exams left, so we crashed her house for an azn bake day (where we did no baking at all!). We had spring rolls from her deep fryer (her very own MacDonalds!) and we were trying to make sushi (as if we hadn't learnt from our last sushi adventure) but sushi just doesn't seem to work for us. We ended up rolling rice and adding seasoning. Still tasted awesome though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also Stephen Chou movie day, and we watched Sixty Million Dollar Man. I love Stephen Chou's older films, classical him. And we watched Undercover Brother. Not something I would usually watch but really funny (if not a little strange but what isn't nowadays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a mini contest of who could throw random tennis balls over the huge wall next to Sherlyn's tennis court, and a mini competition of a game of ball throwing that Liv made up on the spot. Not even she knew what the point of it was so after a while we went back inside to play Hide The Penis. Really, we come up with all these strange games. Hide The Penis is essentially someone draws a penis on a piece of paper, and someone else has to really quickly draw it into something else so it doesn't look like a penis. The person who can't is either the most uncreative or the most dirty-minded because they can't see it as anything else but a penis. Seems I was both because I couldn't do it, heh... Before the party disassembled we had a game of I Never, which was some people sitting on the floor or at a table with 10 fingers down. Someone starts the game by saying for example "&lt;em&gt;I never&lt;/em&gt; have been bungee jumping" and whoever has been takes a finger away and you lose when all your fingers are out of the game. In other words, it's a game to see who's the most boring person :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7761/2038/1600/DSC00198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7761/2038/320/DSC00198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school, at morning tea we all brough some food and shared it around. Then at lunchtime we showed her the secret movie we made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet ANOTHER birthday party! This time, it was ice-skating at Acacia Ridge (that's almost an hour by bus). Even Bob came!!! Ice-skating was rather fun, but the rink was strangely not cold, and since we were the first ones in the session, the ice completely smooth. I stacked it about 5 times in the first 5 minutes! Now i've got bruises and grazes all over my arms and knees. Most of us were over skating in about an hour, so we spent heaps of time taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went back to her place and burnt her art. Olivia and Sherlyn have the same art teacher that they both equally hate especially because she's racist against us azns X( And she didn't like her art so we burnt the whole damn lot in her tennis court. Bob had to go, then we watched another movie and Chris and I went home, and everyone else slept over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Charlene's birthday party this time at K. It wasn't that fun because most of the people there I didn't know so I mostly just sat and watched. Afterwards they went to play pool, and Liv and I walked around the empty car park. We found a park nearby and stuffed around for a little bit, but it was a little creepy because of all the trees around and it was really dark. We found two shopping trolleys at the top of the car park, I jumped in one of them and Liv pushed me to the other end. Then I got off and tried to get Liv in the other one but she wouldn't so I jumped in again. But this time halfway across the lot she let go and the whole trolley nearly flipped when it hit the edge of the pavement. Crazy child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another bake day (this time we actually baked) at Olivia's house with us two and Chris. We bought the ingredients at Woolworths plus that Sara Lee cake mix I think it was, and made lunch and dessert ^__^ The pasta was delicious, but I'm still not quite sure why we bought a pizza base, since all we did was put cheese on it, and it turned out really bad too. But the cake was super yummy!!! @^_^@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Eric and we strolled around the city and Botanical Gardens, chatted and caught up. It's really nice spending time with people you don't see often and just laze the day away. We had pancakes *drool* and ice cream!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Chris' house to update myself on some Naruto and Bleach. And we made pancakes!! They didn't turn out 100% ^^"....but we ate them anyway XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Chinese school and guzheng again, and I went home myself this time, stopping by the city and played some DDR with Pasky. When I got home I realised...I forgot my key. I sat outside my house for about half an hour, and my mum wouldn't pick up her phone. Left with no choice, I ran Ann, who lived in the suburb next to me, but she wasn't home, so I rang Sherlyn who lived in another suburb next to me. Luckily, she was home so I walked the 25mins to her house. I love free-loading at her house because it's so rich XDXD We ate, bummed around on the computer, I did her Chinese school homework for her but it wasn't hard and I was free-loading after all XP and we watched another Stephen Chou movie. It was around 9 when I was certain my mum had forgotten I existed and was ready to go to sleep at Sherlyn's place that my mum rang back. Of all days, she had forgotten her phone that day X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bake day!! (we're all going to be fat -.-) At my house this time. Using real ingredients instead of a baking mix. We downloaded a recipe for sponge cake off the internet and went out shopping. It was pretty fun making the cake, and it went all nicely until we got to the bit when it said hand-mix, but it wouldn't mix properly so we used the electrical mixer again. BIG MISTAKE The whole mixture flopped back down, no matter how hard we tried to save it. And then another crisis, my oven wouldn't work!! So we had to drive over to Olivia's house to use her oven. But it turned out yummy anyway ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday+Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just worked. They put me on a long shift pricing stock. It was my first long shift, so I didn't know when to break. I was hungry, but everyone was still working...so I kept on working too ^^ It was almost the end of my shift when they let me out for lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I met Pasky in the city and we bummed around for a bit, taking passport photos for Chris. They turned out really scary T_T And we annoyed a shop owner of a hat store by trying on all these hats and taking photos but not buying anything XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habourtown ahoy! Chris, Weldon, Olivia and I went to Habourtown to go shopping. I didn't end up buying anything, but it was fun all the same ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an IT conference in QUT (a university) and Olivia, Sherlyn and I were part of it. The teachers made us think it was really big, but it was only a small meeting. We ran out of time, so we didn't get to say all that we needed to. But we all got free bags and pens!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And term IV begins T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115910808821454407?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115910808821454407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115910808821454407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115910808821454407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115910808821454407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/09/sherlyns-16th-birthday-parties.html' title='Sherlyn&apos;s 16th Birthday Parties + Holidays'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115910609028853757</id><published>2006-09-24T23:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:54:50.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin</title><content type='html'>Went to Justin's place in the city last Tuesday after work. He shares this neat little apartment with Sanha in the city, right next to the arcade, convenient :P Got invited to dinner with Roy since Sanha was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he had worked as a cook in a restaurant before, he doesn't seem to be very practical around a normal kitchen. Dinner was pretty awesome with rice, chicken, more chicken, lots of eggs, more eggs, and tuna. And orange juice. He had gone out especially to buy more food for the three of us, but the way he prepared the food was definitely laughable, but 100% for effort *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought teriyaki sauce to cook the chicken in, not knowing it was meant to be marianated. The tuna was simple canned tuna. Just a can of opened tuna, sitting on the dining table... Roy and I, we looked at it, looked at our rice, looked at Justin just eat the tuna out from the can, sighed, and avoided it XD There were a LOT of eggs, and a puzzled Roy asked Justin "Are these meant to be half-cooked half-raw pile of eggs all dropped together on the plate or were you trying to be design something?" XDXD ...The rice tasted good... hahahah nah, everything somehow tasted good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a bit of some Japanese drama, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~keii~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115910609028853757?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115910609028853757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115910609028853757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115910609028853757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115910609028853757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/09/justin.html' title='Justin'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115910561944594055</id><published>2006-09-24T23:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:46:59.460+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Domo-kun Kitty Day</title><content type='html'>Last Monday was me and Pascal's Twin Domo-kun Kitty Day!!! We both got the same shirt from Supanova, and decided we would go out on the same day with the same shirt. But alas, we don't see each other a lot anymore so Domo-kun Day had to wait awhile. Last stand down we decided on Domo-kun Day. but the night before he had said he was sick, so we had to push it again. But in the morning halfway through my English exam he texted me saying he was well again!!! Haha I had to ask my mum to bring the shirt, forgetting yet again his bag and present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo-kun Day went alright, since Pasky was still feeling sick. We went to Replt and pool, Replay since the DDR machine at Tops was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasky such a cute little kitty!!!!! *mmeeeeeooooww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~keii~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115910561944594055?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115910561944594055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115910561944594055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115910561944594055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115910561944594055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/09/twin-domo-kun-kitty-day.html' title='Twin Domo-kun Kitty Day'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115729271456121260</id><published>2006-09-03T23:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:19:09.036+10:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, can hardly believe it's been half a year already. Meeting once a week doesn't help with the time perception either. Someone asked if we've argued - how could we? Couples only really start to argue if they see each other more than three times per week. Funny/Strange thing is I don't really associate us together, still. I guess matters weren't settled when we got together. Girl schools can be very bitchy if there are rumours about you. People think I'm a slut, that I stole Alison's boyfriend, that I was desperate enough to go for leftovers, etc. I shut it out because it's bullshit, but am I really? I don't want to feel embarrassed that he's my boyfriend...in fact I sort of feel embarrassed that I HAVE a boyfriend at all. And I feel really strange why I'm telling you all, but I'd prefer to have it down somewhere, in nice paragraphs instead of a vortex inside my head, exams are coming up and my head is getting rather crowded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, onto the main point of this post. Chinese school exam in the morning, what a drag. And it was really hard too, different from my other classes. I think I screwed it up a bit but oh well, as long as I'm not kept down next year. Guzheng was alright. Spent some time at Chris' house, ate, played some StepMania. He gave me a pack of cards shaped of hearts as a present!! *hearts* Now I have 45 packets of cards!! Then we went to GC and watched You, Me and Dupree. It's actually a pretty good film. I would recommend it as a comedy relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then off we trot to the Valley, and the Garuva restaurant turned out to be close to the Red Cross shop my mum works at sometimes. It was RiverFire and so traffic-jam and cops everywhere, he had to drive slow so his blow-off valve didn't go off. The restaurant, which he said was really highly recommended....was really dodgy (((^O^))) (&lt;-- just in case you don't see, it's laughing XP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think the restaurant was actually 18+ because it had a bar and all, but we looked 18+ that night anyway. Chris looked soooooooo hot that night; black suit pants, white collar shirt, black tie, black earring (magnetic and on the left) (yes it's mine, I made him wear it) (last week he wore it home last week and his mum called him a homo! Poor Maiki got slapped). He looked so gangster! And so cute-boy at the same time. Just really really really hot!! XD Anyway, the place only opened at night, and would have been really hard to find if not for the green lights at the entrance, and other people standing outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As you were walking from the front door to the reception, it was a really narrow corridor with fake plants and water fountains and fluoro green lights which all contributed to be really dodgy looking XP We got in a little earlier than he booked, and we went inside to the resaturant... The website (&lt;a href="http://www.garuva.com.au"&gt;www.garuva.com.au&lt;/a&gt;) says "New patrons are coming through the doors every night and there is not even a sign outside. It is certainly hidden and 99 percent of the time very tranquil.The atmosphere is very private and especially intimate for couples." Nope, no sign, very hidden indeed, and the 99 percent of the time very tranquil would be between 3am-5pm when the restaurant was closed. Because the main restaurant was basically a huuuge room, people were sitting in rectangles on rugs/cushions on the floor, and that section was boxed off with "sheer curtains". It was even louder than during lunch at yum-cha! Yep, atmosphere was private and especially intimate for couples - if we yelled quietly we could just hear each other, other that or lean across the table into the food, and if we looked to our left through the 'sheer curtains' were some other people. Haha it was fun just paying it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But the food was really really good. Chris won't tell me but I would imagine it was pretty expensive. First came some really good bread+dip, called 'baba-ganoosh' or something. Sounds weird but tastes sooo good. Haha we wanted to get a little container and scoop the rest of the sauce to take home XD We're just too azn =P Karaage, Singaporean vegetables and rice. I got a stomachache, probably from the tap water, but it was sooooo goooood. Had dessert at home - Liv and I made a cheesecake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;FRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She came over in the afternoon to make it. We got home later than expected because we had to wait for Sherlyn to get picked up. Her mum forgot to pick her up AGAIN so I kept on calling until her brother finally came to take her home. Then Liv and I walked to the city to buy some fresh supplies, then took the train home. There was this dress (hush!) I wanted to wear, but it was too dressy :( So I ended up wearing pants. Mum had used the blender for garlic and I didn't want the base to taste of ginger and garlic so Liv had to crush all 250g of cookies by hand. I scurried around trying to do everything else. I called Chris so we were making up all these lame excuses for what we were doing XP&lt;br /&gt;"What's Liv doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"err....crushing..cardboard!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After we were done with the cake, we were both exhausted. While waiting for her brother to pick her up, we both fell asleep in my living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I came half an hour late again, and I think he was sort of pissed. We had brunch at sushi, Tea Bar and Maccas. Clothes are pretty expensive now. There's this shirt/coat/thingy I wanna get in Cotton On but it's $50 :( It's not I don't have money, I just don't want to spend it. Last week Harvey was there too with Kim and Yuki, and they went shopping. Sometimes shopping with guys are more fun, coz you get to look at more stuff, instead of spending half a day in one shop, 2-20 minutes in lots of shops. Last week Saturday BAC had a school play. The school had spent so much time and money on it! It was really really good. Harvey looked so cute in glasses. Bob had stagefright, so was pretty out of it. Beforehand, Chris also had to drive his friend, ehh...forgot her name, to the play. We went to Maccas to eat. There, she asked me "do you know Alison?" I choked. He immediately said "can you please not talk about it?" It will always be a subject we tiptoe around. AnYwAY... The play ended later than I thought it would, and my mum ordered me home, so I didn't have time to say bye to everyone, and so I made James hug Bob XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We had got bracelets for our anniversary and had it engraved, but it was too big so we went to remove some of the links. The engraving looks so nice! But really expensive.... I didn't really want to get it... I think &lt;em&gt;choosing&lt;/em&gt; is more fun than &lt;em&gt;buying&lt;/em&gt;. Bracelet = $79.99, but a 20% sale off at that time to $62, and $22ish for engravings, but he paid for that. Personally it's a little daunting to wear that, it's like wearing an identification tag, or a handcuff, albeit a nice looking one. But I don't really regret getting it though. (Why am I always so negative?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We had sticker photos taken at Area 58. The sticker photos taken at Perth were really dodgy and came off on the clear plastic of my wallet (soz Del, but I can't use them now) I don't want to put them in my wallet just in case the same thing happens so I think I'll just photocopy them at school. Thank god for colour printers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~keii~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115729271456121260?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115729271456121260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115729271456121260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115729271456121260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115729271456121260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/09/6-month-anniversary.html' title='6 Month Anniversary'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115728789983845841</id><published>2006-09-03T21:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:51:39.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Funny how time can seem so slow, but when you're not looking (or rather when you look at the calendar) it has sped by so fast? It's nearly been a year since Taiwan. It's been a term since Perth. It's been half a year since Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pleasure and pain comes together. That's why we treasure those memories which made of just happiness. Because it helps us forget the not-so-happy part of it, or justify at least. A student who got dux had to study hard, an athlete who got gold had to train hard. And there are those bitter-sweet memories, that taste not of victory, nor of loss, but the victory of loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For every time we smile, there is a time we cry. For every time we laugh, there is a time we scream. For every time you were happy, do you remember the times you were unhappy, angry, scared? Do you remember a time when you were so happy you wanted to cry, or so sad you wanted to laugh? Have you ever wished someone well when you were shattering inside? Have you ever wished someone well when you're mind was boiling with red? Happy memories make us smile, sad memories make us frown; very happy memories make us laugh, very sad memories make us cry. And then we forget, and that is sadder than the memories itself. The mist of time will overtake our memories, that is why we are happy to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Laugh during the day, cry during the night. Laugh with friends, cry alone; laugh alone, cry with friends? Laugh together, cry together; laugh alone, cry alone? Who knows past your mask but yourself, and sometimes you don't even know youself. The barrier we put up to keep out the pain also keeps out the joy, but which is more worth it? They do not know, every time they turn, they cut you another time. No matter how fast you try patch it up, their backs stay turned. You sometimes wonder why you're still at their back, why you still catch them when they fall, when they never know when you stumble. But that is alright. Who are we to decide who we will love? they say. Can we not? Can we make ourselves love someone? Can we make ourselves un-love, or hate someone? Who knows? Not I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who knows I laugh the day and cry the night? Why? Even I do not know... But you are here? That is alright then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~keii~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115728789983845841?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115728789983845841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115728789983845841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115728789983845841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115728789983845841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/09/timememories.html' title='Time...Memories...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115553324879954552</id><published>2006-08-14T15:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:27:28.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Getting Sick</title><content type='html'>Seems everyone is getting sick recently, probably because it's winter. Even Justin and Sanha is sick. I'm the type that usually doesn't get sick, then gets hospitalised if I do. Well, I didn't have to go to hospital this time but I did skip almost a week of school. Spent that time watching DearS, Blood+ and Ouran High School Host Club. DearS is very much like Chobits, Blood+ is like Blood The Last Vampire/Vampire Princess Miyu and Ouran HSHC is similar to Fruits Basket. Well, I do seem comparatively better, so I should really finish my essays now. Thanks Albie for helping me with the music thing (although it still doesn't work for some reason) and thanks to Albie and Maiki for the anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~keii~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115553324879954552?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115553324879954552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115553324879954552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115553324879954552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115553324879954552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/08/everybodys-getting-sick.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Getting Sick'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115477055810291041</id><published>2006-08-05T19:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T19:35:58.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Night</title><content type='html'>It was the BGGS Open Night last night. It seemed we did so much less compared to last year. I tried to get something from every house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beanland - Fairy floss (shared with Manda)&lt;br /&gt;England - Candy (scammed off Manda's friend)&lt;br /&gt;Gibson - Strawberries and ice cream (yum!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Griffith - Lob-a-Choc (Chris won by breaking a Smartie box with a 50c coin *\^_^/*)&lt;br /&gt;Hirschfield - Hot potatoes (shared with Manda)&lt;br /&gt;Lilley - Fudge (scammed off Lauren)&lt;br /&gt;Mackay - face painting and flowers (Chris bought me the last rose!!!! @^__________^@)&lt;br /&gt;O'Connor - Brownies (at first I stole a crumb, then Liv/Chris gave me bites from theirs)&lt;br /&gt;Woolcock - Hot chocolate (one spoonful from Elkie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I only paid $4.50 for all that ^_^V! And also a few dollars for some other fund-rasing groups. Fairly boring, but it was as good as it gets I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge food fight a few days ago at lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~keii~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115477055810291041?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115477055810291041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115477055810291041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115477055810291041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115477055810291041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/08/open-night.html' title='Open Night'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115426811901249559</id><published>2006-07-30T23:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:01:59.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nissan 180sx</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chris' has finally finished fixing up his car, although he still has some touch-ups to go through and paint his car, but hey, it's done! He's spent how much... $5000 on it == Got his Ps just this Wednesday. His car is really low and somewhat dodgy ^^" But it still looks kool *reciting* basics, front mount intercooler, blow-off valve, exhaust straight through and a ball-bearing turbo. Guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Breakfast at Maccas was nice, but I was a bit aprehensive when I saw Daisy. I KNEW at least one of my classmates would be working there x_x I hope she didn't notice me. Damn I always hate it when I see people I know with him. Cut a very nice heart shaped face out of my pancakes XD Then went back home and had some fun. Note: milk is only good in one form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Work was ok. There was only three people working tonight, so I lot of people asking me things. But it wasn't as hectic as Tuesday nights. Argh some asshole broke one of the toy-jelly thingys, and I had to clean it up. At first it looked and felt like it had dryed, but when I had picked it up it started dripping all over my fingers and then I couldn't pull it out. As I was running back to the storeroom to chuck it out some people decided to waylay me while I was trying hard not to drip the goop everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Apparently our Crazy Clarks store is now the number 1. Mwhahahah we own you bitches! But a lot of things had been stolen from us lately, so we need a combo lock on the storeroom door which is a little hard to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wheeeeeeeee.............bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~keii~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115426811901249559?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115426811901249559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115426811901249559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115426811901249559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115426811901249559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/07/nissan-180sx.html' title='Nissan 180sx'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115384198256103011</id><published>2006-07-26T01:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:39:42.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A certain person and I were discussing some topics around Christianity (he's Christian, I'm not).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not going too indepth in my views right now because I should really sleep but just posting this while I still remember to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(mind you this is taken from a certain story) A witch-woman of a tribe (in an alternative universe) was revered and loved by her tribe. Sher shared her affections over the tribe, and unshamefully took many lovers. One day, a foreigner stumbled into the tribe's territory. The witch-woman healed him, bathed him, sang for him, talked with him, made love to him, cooked for him, danced for him. The man, entranced by the beauty, the gentleness of this woman, decided to stay with her. One day, he found out about her other lovers and was very angry. In his anger, he grabbed her and shook her and called her "faithless". Gently, she removed his hands and shook her head, and said "I am faith-full".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, do you think she is 'unfaithful' or 'faithful'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~keii~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115384198256103011?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115384198256103011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115384198256103011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115384198256103011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115384198256103011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/07/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115366518652032689</id><published>2006-07-23T23:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:33:06.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, it's already a week since I've come back from Perth. Time passes so slowly when you're waiting for something, but if you're not watching it, it flies past. School is new and the same simutaneously; we go to school and do the same things everyday, and that becomes the purpose of life for a while, school. But something different happens everyday so it's still a day, instead the passing of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Eric on Wednesday afternoon. Good to see him again. Haven't seen him since February or so. Whoa he was really slimmed down. Hehe I need to get working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social was on Saturday, which was really really crap. It's more like a really expensive dance ($70) than a semi-formal. People spent so long choosing the right dress and on the night it was too dark to see anything anyway. Haley used $115 just for her shoes O_O I'm very proud to say, of all the things I bought solely for the use of the semi was $29. $20 for pants (although they're also work pants) and $9 on a lock of white hair extension. Mwhahah that looks so cool. I wore school shoes (polished ^^), black pants, black shirt and white tie. I was the only girl this year to go in suit, so now everyone will remember me. YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we went to Sherlyn's house for the pre. Argh, that morning was horrible. My mum wanted to go to some where that was the same distance to Chinese school but in the opposite direction so I had to take the bus. I just managed to make it to the bus stop down from my house on time, but the bus went straight past me, so I had to go take the train. But because I was so rushed in getting the bus that got away on time, I had left my wallet and so my ID card at home and had to pay adult fare for the 3 zome daily which costs $4.50 (still bleeding) and when I got off at the city there was only 4 minutes until the bus to Mansfield left. I ran for about 2 minutes then gave up. I dragged my sorry self up to Myers, yay, another half an hour to wait for the next bus. I was contemplating buying a yummy looking crepe at Crepe Cafe but by the time I made up my mind to actually buy it there was only 15 minutes left for the next bus so I just didn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus I saw a rainbow (R) hehe randomness but it did make me feel better. I fell asleep and nearly missed my stop, and was late to my new class. Although my last class was the funnest (apart from no Jo :( ) this class is pretty fun too. Excluding me, there's 3 girls and 3 guys. The teacher's really funny too. Second class and we got a 400 word essay X_X After school, I just managed to get to the bus station and take the bus back to the city. I wandered around and was going to buy a rose for Liv and Sherlyn since I was escorting them, but my stomach needed attention, so I ate and then took the train back home, 'got ready', and then played StepMania for about another hour waiting for OIivia to come pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, we got changed; I spent aaagggeesss putting that extension in my hair, because it wouldn't clip in properly. When everybody had arrived, we took heaps of photos, (I dropped Liv's camera and I think I broke it!!!) and had some problems with the cars, but in the end, Rachael, Courtney and Kelsey went in the Rolls Royce, and Susie, Sherlyn, Olivia and I went in the Bentley. Sherlyn's Bentley is awesome because it was custom made for their family, and had their family crest on the inside. It was pretty squished inside since the back was only designed for two people, so I had to slide off most of my seat. But I found the whiskey holder (^_^)V I was meant to escort Olivia and Sherlyn, but when we got there Olivia and Sherlyn just stepped off the car and I'm like hey! you're destroying my reason of being &gt;_&lt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I said before, the formal was crap. There were only 8 tables because they wanted us to walk around and socialise, but it was damn crowded for 400 people. The food was pretty crap too. I spent half the night holding people's coats and shawls and trying to keep up with their wandering, and the other half eating and watching them dancing and playing pool. I payed $70 for this shit so I'm gonna eat its worth!!! But then I went home 2 hours earlier because I was just so out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, usual outing. Argh, Chris got his hair cut and now it looks terrible!! Ok fine, not that bad, but I laughed at him for about 2 minutes straight when I first saw him XDXDMinh was coming so I dragged Chris off to eat crepes. It tasted really nice but I made such a mess out of it. Man, I wish they had a chua bing store in the city, because I'd be there every week XD Afterwards, we went to pool and I had to stay and play, but it was fun after a while. I was having a lucky streak and sunk about 4 balls. My newfound technique (hit straight and hit HARD) seems to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Charlene wanted to go bowling but it was too expensive, and then they went to take sticker photos. I went to Elizabeth Arcade with them (Brisbane's sticker photo machines are a ripoff, it's $15, Perth only costs $5!! The quality is better but still...) I was stuck to the iloveegg ball machine and refused to take sticker photos since I was broke. Aww I want that iloveegg dragon :'( Browsed around DNA for a bit, and when they were finished they left for Replay and I met Raymond. We went to Replay too since there was nothing else to do. Charlene shouted Liv and I to DDR. DDR Supanova is sort of crap too, the arrows are a bit off sync and sometimes even if you had pressed it it passes through anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Liv had to keep Maiki away from Raymond since he'd already said he didn't want to see him, and Raymond was being a little pissy about it. When I was playing DDR Liv came up and said something to me which I couldn't hear, and at the end of the game I went out and Liv was crying and said she wanted to go home, so everyone apart from Raymond went to see her off. No one had any idea why she started crying, so we just saw her off and separated. Chris and I lingered on top of the library for a while, then I got a curfew extension and we went to the park. It was wet. Turning point of which I felt really bad-sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At home I had to add Minh back on msn because I needed to get my anime back off him. Now he tells me he didn't really mean all the things he said. He thinks everything's alright now because he said sorry, he doesn't even think about all the people he hurt because he was in a bad mood. Ah well, StepMania makes up for everything now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~keii~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115366518652032689?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115366518652032689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115366518652032689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115366518652032689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115366518652032689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-week-back.html' title='First Week Back'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115250462684411495</id><published>2006-07-10T13:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:41:25.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Last few days of Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did really nothing... Haha I was so hungry one day I ate almost a whole pizza, half a box of pasta and some herb bread, and my sis and Jay were like O_O hahah what can I say, don't starve me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged Jay shopping for present, him complaining the whole way. Ate so much ice cream in Sydney from Jay. They went to the travel agency to look at skiing and I went to the computer store beside and was traumatised... humhumhum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Night In Fantasia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Bryan in the morning, wandered around Martin's Place looking for other people of which we only found Ada, then we went to the Art Gallery (of which I helped getting us lost (^.^&gt;) Ada, Sarah and Julianna went to eat but I thought it was too expensive so me and Bryan went to look around by ourselves. Lots of fun catching up. I sent an email to all the TTP but none of the Sydnians emailed me back except for Bryan so didn't see any of them. Pity. Some of the artworks were really nice, but I don't really like contemporary art, more interested in the ancient Asian art. Haha I'm racist, so what? :P There was this really funny room where there were these black boxes with eyeholes and you could go inside the box and wheel it around. Pretty cool and lots of fun running of randoms XP Me and Bryan got hungry and he took me outside and to the 'waterside' to eat MacDonald's. Then we had to walk all the way to Town Hall of which he had no idea where it was. I sorta missed him from the Taiwan tour and he was really sweet. And the only Sydnian from. Apparently Belinda went to Fantasia as well *shruggz* Met some more of his church friends in Kinokuniya then we went to line up in front of Town Hall. The line was huge, but it moved pretty quickly at time. Bryan poked me and I screamed and everyone turned around to look at us @^_^@" But Fantasia itself was really awesome, the music was beautiful. I fell asleep near the end of the interval during the FF medley but ah bleh. The rest of the night was absolutely stunning music. I loved the My Neighbour Totoro songs, and Howl's Moving Castle ones were pretty good as well. Really worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The rest of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After the concert ended I called my sister and was given impatient instructions to K and had to leave quickly. It really was a shame I was leaving the next morning otherwise I would have spent more time. K was a horrible affair with my sis' friends of which afterwards if anyone had opened up my head, they would have found deep rents around the temple/ears on my brain due to the loud and constant screeching sounds you get when you point the microphone at the speakers. But it ended in about half an hour or so, whew~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then they took me clubbing XD I used my sis' passport coz they say I look like her in the photo. I personally don't think I do but hey I got in. Alan Zhang was there which I thought was hilarious. Clubbing was sorta like the parties in TW except darker and more smoke. But it was still hell fun. At first I was just watching, trying not to suffocate from the smoke, but after a while it gets really fun. I didn't realli drink any alcohol, just a few sips from my sis'/Jay's drink, but the atmosphere really gets to you. At first I was a little shocked to see my sister dancing like that, but hey, we're all here for the same reason right? Might as well enjoy yourself :P I was dancing for a while then some random guys started dancing next to me. It felt really really good, like you don't know each other but you know what you want, what the other person wants, and everything just clicks. No, nothing happened, just some dancing for the rest of the night. The group went out at 1am or so to next door to eat, then went back down and grabbed their stuff and the group spilt to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We went to Pancake on the Rocks for dinner/breakfast at 2am (and it was really crowded there too) and left at three. So we got home around 4 all completely trashed. I set my alarm clock for 8:15, but because Meng was sleeping on that side, when my phone rang he just turned off the alarm and went back to sleep. Some time later he woke me up with "hey Karen... it's 9 right now..." "Holy shit are you serious?! ..... EVERYBODY UP!!!" Jay said we should get out of the house at 9 for my flight at 10 but everyone was still asleep == unreliable bastards. After a lot of rushing, just managed to be on time. I was allocatted an emergency exit seat, and the people kept asking me if I was dependable to help and I'm like yesyesyes just let me get on the plane!!! But other than that, all was well, and I just slept on the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~keii~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115250462684411495?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115250462684411495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115250462684411495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115250462684411495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115250462684411495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-few-days-of-sydney.html' title='Last few days of Sydney'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115250149233357030</id><published>2006-07-10T12:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T13:19:01.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris' 17th Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Should have done this earlier but after his party I had to pack for Sydney and never got around to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was mostly just come if you want, so there was me, him, Liv, Sherlyn couldn't come, Pascal said maybe, and Bob, Sean, Victor, Harvey and James. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everyone met up in Replay and played a few games waiting for the late-comers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The guys were mostly very disorganised and were too broke to go anywhere. So me and Liv just walked on ahead and hoped they followed. Didn't go bowling because it was too expensive for them broke people, so we went to pool. After that we went to eat, and back to Replay to meet Pascal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pascal was playing DDR and didn't want to go watch a movie with us, so we stayed in Replay for quite a while more while Bob had fun on Guitar Freaks (of which he really sucks at) and watched Pascal play DDR. I saw the guy who owned Minh on Tekken so I grabbed Liv who really wanted to beat him, and was talked up by this random guy. Lex was there too so chatted for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haha last time we couldn't decide where to go we played paper scissors rock for Sunnybank, Valley, Southbank and the city and I won and we went to the Valley and played pool in Cybercity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When we went for the movie Sean and Victor left. I think I've watching more movies these two months than in the last two years. Mission Impossible 3, X-Men 3, Cars, Stick It, Fast and Furious 3, and then Click. Since I've never watching MI before I thought it was ok, XM3 was shit, Cars was sorta cliche but it was ok since it was a children's movie, Stick It was alright, F&amp;F3 was absolute crap as well, and Click was cliche but ok to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After the movie Bob left as well. Me, Liv, Chris and James went to Town Hall and quietly laughed at the emo gathering. Haha once Bob hugged an emo and said "Jesus loves you" He was chased XD Liv got out her sparkler and a muffin and lit it as a replacement for candles and a birthday cake. Haha we told Chris to blow out the sparkler, and the idiot picked up a random paper bag from the floor and tried to put it out that way. Guess what happened? The paper bag caught on fire, the sparkler stayed lit and Chris burnt himself == Guys can be such tools. James left soon, and we dropped Liv off with perfect timing XP Then I gave the rest of the presents to Chris; including a FMA notebook which was a shared present from me and Liv because the lazy bum didn't get Chris anything. We wrote on it, I plastered it with my customary plastering of stickers with a photo of the three of us. And an added geniosity (geniosity shouldn't be a word but hey :P) which I stuck magnets on the pages so he could hide that page if he wanted to. Haha James flipped right past it XD But then on the day Liv gave Chris a lucky charm for traffic. I gave Chris the doubles of my emoticon magnets from TW with the box-tag from my shirt from DNA, and the tube of candy ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We were going to go back to MacArthur Centre like the day before but they were setting out for guests so we wandered around a bit, finally going to Roma St Parklands for quite a while. And scared a lot of passer-bys ;) In the end it was 7:55 when I made it made back home. Thank god my mum went out for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~keii~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115250149233357030?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115250149233357030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115250149233357030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115250149233357030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115250149233357030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/07/chris-17th-birthday-party.html' title='Chris&apos; 17th Birthday Party'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115208680103656465</id><published>2006-07-05T17:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:06:41.053+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my sis</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when you find out the real person... you are disgusted. It doesn't matter how long you've been with them, maybe you still don't know them yet. Hate to say this, but my sister is the biggest bitch when it comes to her boyfriend. I don't think she understand all that he does for her. Me and my sis were just watching the Wedding Crashers, and Jay just woke up. He couldn't find his phone so he took my sis' to call his. He yells from his room "Hey Cathe can you help me find my phone?" She just SITS there, and keeps on watching. I look at her amazed. I nudge her and she's like "what? Oh, dw bout it, he's looking for it" then she turns back to watching the tv. What freakin selfishness!! It's not like the house is very big, or he asked her to leave an important tv program, it's just a movie, pause it! Holy shit!! I was so pissed, just really disgusted at my own sister. It's your BOYFRIEND. Even if it was a normal friend you coulda done better. It's only now that I realise what an awesome boyfriend Jay is. He came out and saw Cath sitting there, ignoring him, and looked for the phone himself. Then Cath pretended to be angry about something and he spent another 10 minutes being nice to her even though he had to go for work. And then he also promised me he'd rent some movies so I wasn't so bored at home. I mean seriously, think about this on a regular basis. Jay is AWESOME. Meng has a good point there, my sis treats him badly and degrades him a lot in front of his friends, even if in a teasing manner, always putting him down with jokes, saying how she should break up with him etc. Just shut the fuck up bitch! I've never seen my sister do that to anyone before, just really disappointed; one day he will go and she will wonder why, and there will be no sympathies from me, sister or no. It's about who deserves it. And she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my day is spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~karai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115208680103656465?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115208680103656465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115208680103656465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115208680103656465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115208680103656465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-sis.html' title='my sis'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115207130242329137</id><published>2006-07-05T13:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:48:22.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day In Sydney...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did next to nothing today... Slept at 2am the night before so got up around 11:30, stuffed around with Meng and Jay then went out to have lunch (some nice pat-thai noodle thingy). Came back home and Meng had to leave for work. Spent time waiting for my sister playing Step Mania and checking my DA (755 unread deviations...again! ==) My sis came home sorta pissed, but cheered when Jay took us to Eastwood shopping centre and treated us to ice cream. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay dropped us off then had to go to work, Meng came an hour or so later and took us to dinner. He has some problems with understanding the word NO shouted numerous times; stupid idiot sprayed deoderant in his car while I was screaming NO DON'T!!! So then I had to spend the trip with my head stuck outside the window, while he proceeded to drive 72km to a place he'd never been before and get us lost. By that time we were half an hour late to meet people for dinner, and we found he had a map, he just didn't like to use it -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was awesome, at a really good Japanese restaurant called Juju with Raymond, Tingting and Tommy. We ordered so many dishes we almost couldn't fit it on the table, but we were ok ^_^V Had some really good green tea ice cream at the end... pity I had a stomachache... but I ate it anyway XD After dinner Raymond and Tingting left, and Meng went the wrong way to the car *sigh* and Tommy needed to get dinner for his girlfriend. Haha when he was getting out of Meng's car he kicked off the bar at the bottom (again!) and spent a few minutes cursing and kicking it while me and my sis were sniggering at the back. Kekeke... Hehe, post boxes XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, Cath was really tired so she wanted to sleep, and I used her laptop quietly. Haha I was discussing the strange evolutions to names, a little off-topic but I thought I would just mention here the strange character evolutions of Kura while trying to copy Chinese XDXD Kekeke... But you should see the wide variety of names I came up for my sister: Catherina (her real name), Cat, Cath, Cathe, Caffy, Cafne, Hafne, Smaffie, Shmaffie, Shmafne, etc XP Haha Chris was mildly pissed when I called him Chrissy-chan, hehe, even more when I called him Mufasa BHAHAHAHAHA Hehe he threatened me a park :P But I say it's worth it :D But then someone rang my sister's mobile and she woke up and I got kicked out of her room coz she's a really light sleeper, any noise/light will (keep her) awake. So I watched Jay played WOW for a bit. Then I was introduced to the unreasonableness of my sister again. She got out of bed, came to Jay's and told him to get her a cup of water. The kitchen was closer to her room than his, and she was already up! Get the freakin water yourself! But at least Jay wasn't pissy about it, he was really nice and ran to the kitchen immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm......that's about it. Had to finish the post in the morning coz my sis woke up ^_^&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~karai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115207130242329137?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115207130242329137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115207130242329137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115207130242329137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115207130242329137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-day-in-sydney.html' title='Another Day In Sydney...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115194487732303591</id><published>2006-07-03T23:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T02:41:17.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'>House Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spent most of today cleaning my sister's house. Washed all the dishes, bleached the kettle back to white, scrubbed the bathroom sink, toilet and bathtub. Geez, how did they live before?! I'm messy, not dirty. They're absolutely filthy!! I chucked out the gloves, scrub and towel afterwards *shudder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jay cooked some nice stuff for me, Cathe came home and we stuffed around for a few hours and Meng came over. He came to usher us out to dinner but it was an hour or so before we left because no one wanted to move and they still hadn't decided where to eat. But in the end we went to this really nice restaurant and had some really really nice noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I remember why Meng pisses me off sometimes. He's really fun when he is... He has really strong views and are not afraid to express them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone knows that other people think differently from them, but in situations, you don't really understand it - you assume people understand the way you think.  It doesn't matter how long people have known you for, people change, and sometimes the other person doesn't catch on that, or they were just oblivious from the beginning. I see that now - I reckon Taiwan really changed how I look on things, I can step back and look at the big picture now. I look back on how I was an realise what a shallow person I was. Not that I'm totally not now, but I know it now. I try to explain that to other people, but I guess the don't see what I see yet. One day it perhaps it will come to them and they will realise their pettiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meng is very insistent on getting his views across, not that it's a bad thing, I agree on some of his views as well, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he just doesn't r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ealise other people's limits. But I also reckon saying to to my sister is a bad thing. My sister is really proud and stubborn, so even if you're right, she won't back down, she'll just joke it off sarcastically, and with Meng, he'll keep on explaining, then they'll both get pissed. Haven't had an argument for quite some time so I got sorta tired trying to shut Meng up, and stop my sister from firing him up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Minh can be pretty mean when he's tired. Geez peoples, I know you're tired and annoyed and in a bad mood, but don't take it out on me. Ok fine, I know I'm the perfect one to complain to, but if what I'm saying isn't helping, don't yell at me!! I've already tried to help, sorry if you don't take it. If I make you feel worse when you're down, don't talk to me! I'm not a freakin' mind-reader!! I don't mind people coming to me when they have issues, just want someone to talk to coz they're feeling down, want an answer to something etc, but don't expect me to actually KNOW. I try, but sometimes what I say isn't what you want to hear and you get angry again. Ah bleh... grr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After dinner, Meng and Jay and Cathe had another fight because Meng wanted to go to K but the other 2 didn't. In the end we didn't go anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At home I pissed off Chris by telling him how I was giving Meng a massage and Jay was typing all this extra suss stuff. But I paid for my short amusement by the phone bill of having to call him and make sure he wasn't angry. Jay and Meng had a short and noisy belt fight hehehe. Ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, it's 2:30am now so I think I should sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115194487732303591?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115194487732303591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115194487732303591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115194487732303591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115194487732303591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/07/house-cleaning.html' title='House Cleaning'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115184309306244388</id><published>2006-07-02T20:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:33:24.666+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Brisbanite to Sydnian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whee...I'm in Sydney now!! Got here just last night. And I'm actually going to Perth now. I wasn't allowed before Del suddenly had to go back to Holland to visit her grandmother was is really sick, and my parents thought it was too late notice, especially with the case of the eight year old who was raped and murdered in Perth. But now Del's not going anymore because her grandmother is better. Yaaayy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney is ok lah, not much planned except Fantasia. My plane flight was quick, only an hour and a half. I got the seat at the very back of the plane right against the wall, and the two seats next to me were empty, whoo!! The night view was really quite pretty, but I fell asleep in 10 minutes or so. And straight through until I was woken up by an air hostess to put my seat up for landing. So then I got the night view of Sydney as well. There were a few kids around me but they weren't too noisy. About 3 minutes before landing, I felt water drip down my back and I was like WTF!!! I felt the ceiling which was dry o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But otherwise the trip was largely uneventful. An hour of being picked up by my sister, her boyfriend (Jay) and their friend (Meng) and they were already arguing. Meng said Jay had promised to drive him to the city but Jay steadfastedly denied it. I laughed at them for a few minutes for not knowing what an emo is. At home, Meng kept swearing at Jay and begging alternatively for him to drive him to the city because he had to meet someone. By that time it was already like 9 o'clock and Jay refused to drive half an hour and back just to Meng could see some chick. In the end I shoved Meng out of the house and locked the door because he was pissing me off with all his whining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sister's house is sorta scary... The bathroom sink looks like it's infested with something... The kitchen sink is filled with dishes that hasn't been washed for a month... The fridge has all this red stuff running down the side... Almost every cup has stains on it that can't be washed off anymore... *shudder* I'm so scared of their toilet I brush my teeth in the kitchen... not that it's heaps better but at least i can put stuff down on the table without fear of contamination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha, the morning before I came, Jay and Meng had massive hangovers because they were out drinking until 4am in the morning. My sister was so pissed that she ripped up all these photos of her and Jay and chucked the whole lot in the bin. I was moving the bin and was like whoa! wth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I stayed up til 2am watching soccer. Soccer! Me! I couldn't sleep so I joined Jay in the living room. I would assume I fell asleep on the sofa, but in the morning I woke up in bed with no memory of walking here, and Jay said I walked back to the room myself... o.O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, got dropped off at the city by myself because both my sis and Jay had to work, so I got to wander around the city and managed to get lost. I went to Kinokuniya and drooled over all the anime and manga. I found DeathNote in English, Japanese and Chinese. But the pricing was sort of weird, because the English was $12/book, Japanese was $9/book and Chinese was $7/book. oOo and the 10th book came out too!! But I think I'll wait til I go back to Asia and get it cheaper there :D I also found this magazine/book thingy which was called Exposè which is a compilation of 'the finest digital art in the known universe'. There are works from people all across the world including USA, North/South Korea, Taiwan, Sweden, Germany, Italy, etcetcetc. I spent almost an hour flipping through 2 editions, and was really REALLY tempted to buy it. But it was expensive so I put it back on the shelf :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me, my sis and Jay has sashimi for dinner! YUM!!! mwhahahaha!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm.....aaannnddd I think that's it for today :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~karai~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115184309306244388?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115184309306244388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115184309306244388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115184309306244388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115184309306244388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/07/brisbanite-to-sydnian.html' title='Brisbanite to Sydnian'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115087915823496521</id><published>2006-06-21T18:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:42:07.366+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was reading Albie's blog and found all these kool quizzes. Btw, I was doing something and somehow disabled my cookies and don't know how to enable them again so I can't write on anyone's tag, even my own, so sorry for not tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's how I scored:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality Disorder Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disorder Rating&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Schizoid: Very High&lt;br /&gt;Schizotypal: High&lt;br /&gt;Antisocial: High&lt;br /&gt;Borderline: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Histrionic: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;Narcissistic: High&lt;br /&gt;Avoidant: Low&lt;br /&gt;Dependent: Low&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna take the test, click &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dante's Inferno Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Third Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; MARGIN: 5px; FONT: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="FONT: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #220033"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #3344bb; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #110022"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #ff1133; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #220011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #ff1133; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #330011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #ff1133; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #440011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #aa33aa; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #550011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #aa33aa; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #660011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #ff1133; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #770011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #aa33aa; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #880011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #ff1133; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: #eeeeee; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #990011"&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff3344; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #4466dd; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you wanna take the test, click &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you take the test, read the extra information on the levels of Hell. Then you will realise how scary Christians are. No offence to any Christians reading this but now I am seriously NOT considering converting. At least my faith doesn't threaten me. I mean, sins are a human invention anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven Deadly Sins Quiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #110000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #110000 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #110000 1px solid; WIDTH: 400px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #110000 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #440011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #770022; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 120px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 66px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #550011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Very High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #990022; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 154px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 84px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 66px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #110022; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Very Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #110099; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #440011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #770022; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 114px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you wanna take the test, click &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html?g=f"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah well, I know I am pretty violent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well that was interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115087915823496521?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115087915823496521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115087915823496521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115087915823496521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115087915823496521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/06/online-quizzes.html' title='Online Quizzes'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-115036055157029430</id><published>2006-06-15T18:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:35:51.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kareoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was absolutely awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have stand down we don't have to go to school but I don't tell my mum so I don't have to stay at home. Yesterday I had my last exam so we had a free day and me, Liv and Sherlyn all went to Sunnybank for K. It was wicked awesome. Screaming for nearly 3 hours. They were tools coz they didn't know how the work the remote even though we've already been there four times already. What would they do without me? *shakezhead* Weldon came sometime later. Man he looks so hot with those streaks in his hair spiked. I swear he has a different hairstyle everytime I see him. He so totally doesn't look harcore Christian. Hardcore yes but I don't think he even wears a crucifix. Shmeh. And he sounds so hot, hehehe. He can sing nearly all the rapping in the Jay Chou songs *drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus back to the city to walk back up and met Minh on the way who gave us a ride back up to school. Bleh, that's it. Fun day in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~karai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-115036055157029430?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/115036055157029430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=115036055157029430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115036055157029430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/115036055157029430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/06/kareoke.html' title='Kareoke'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114881456404221174</id><published>2006-05-28T20:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:09:24.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Change Of Scenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today we went to Garden City instead of the city. By Gods I'm soooo sick of the city now == It was so wicked because I got a free bus ride to the city (^_^)V I usually catch the train but I checked out the bus times at the station near the train and saw it went to the city as well and since the next bus would come in 2 minutes, I decided to wait. When it came, it was totally empty except for the driver. I got my wallet out but the driver said "oh no it's alright, just take a seat" and I'm like oookkkkaaaayy.......? *sits* When I got dropped off at the city I asked him why I didn't have to pay, and he was like "just forget about it, it's alright, you don't need to pay, just smile when you get off the bus" and I'm like :D:D:D thanx!!! He might be a paedophile (courtesy of my friend) but hell, what do I care? I just got a free ride!! woo!! heheheh cheapness :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden City is pretty much as boring as the city when you're not looking for something in particular. Spent ages in OPSM trying on new frames. Haha, got a picture of Chris looking like a lawyer :P Saw Mission Impossible 3. Pretty good, but I kept flinching at the loud noises which was pretty much all through the movie. I think we may have pissed off the people behind us because we kept on whispering (^_^)&gt; Some characters were pretty funny. "Rabbit's Foot is either code for something or an extremely expensive bunny appendage" Hahaha, bunny :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I'm going to Sydney and Perth in the holidays!! wooo!!! That's perfect because I have 3 weeks worth of holidays in June/July so I will spend one week in Brisbane, one week in Sydney, and one week in Perth, then straight to Brisbane and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it. I've still got a almost-finished-but-not-quite chem report and a no-where-near-finished eng oral. Better hop to it then :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~karai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114881456404221174?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114881456404221174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114881456404221174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114881456404221174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114881456404221174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/05/little-change-of-scenery.html' title='A Little Change Of Scenery'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114828965173822191</id><published>2006-05-22T19:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:08:01.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poetic Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was flicking through the book they gave us in TW and here's some nice poems from it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Walks in Beauty&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(George Gordon Byron, 1788~1824)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(page 42)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks in beauty, like the night&lt;br /&gt;Of cloudless climes and starry skies;&lt;br /&gt;And all that's best of dark and bright&lt;br /&gt;Meet in her aspect and her eyes:&lt;br /&gt;Thus mellowed to that tender light&lt;br /&gt;Which heaven to gaudy day denies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shade the more, one ray the less,&lt;br /&gt;Had half impaired the nameless grace&lt;br /&gt;Which waves in every raven tress,&lt;br /&gt;Or softly lightens o'er face;&lt;br /&gt;Where thoughts serenely sweet express&lt;br /&gt;How pure, how dear their dwelling place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,&lt;br /&gt;So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,&lt;br /&gt;The smiles that win, the tints that glow,&lt;br /&gt;But tell of days in goodness spent,&lt;br /&gt;A mind at peace with all below,&lt;br /&gt;A heart whose love is innocent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ode on a Grecian Urn (I &amp; II)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(John Keats, 1795~1821)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(page 54)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     Sylvan historian, who canst thus express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     Of deities or mortals, or of both,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Though winning near the goal - yet, do not greive;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I Should Go Before the Rest of You&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Joyce Grenfall, 1910~1979)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(page 62)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If I should go before the rest of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But be the usual selves that I have known,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Weep if you must,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Parting is hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But life goes on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So sing as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untitled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(page 182)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Full many a gem of purest ray serene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And waste its sweetness on the desert air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight I Can Write&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Pablo Neruda, 1904~1973)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(page 190-192)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Write, for example, "The night is starry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How could one not have loved her great still eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What does it matter that my love could not keep her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The night is starry and she is not with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The same night whitening the same trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We, of that time, are no longer the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I no longer lover her, that's certain, but how much I loved her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is so short, forgetting is so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and these the last verses that I write for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aren't these all so beautiful in their own way, whatever they were trying to express. I sometimes feel I can lose myself in their metaphors, twisting round and round, but never losing track. Confusing but concise. How they manage to express themselves so elegantly I will never match. How beautiful, and how sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114828965173822191?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114828965173822191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114828965173822191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114828965173822191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114828965173822191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/05/poetic-feast.html' title='A Poetic Feast'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114828925436834820</id><published>2006-05-22T18:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:17:18.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whoa, haven't written in quite a while. But then again, nothing has really happened. Well, not explosive enough to make one post about it. So I'll shove the last three weeks into this one (^_^);;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First of all, Olivia has broken up with Raymond. I don't want Olivia to get hurt, but I feel sorry for Raymond. I wonder if Olivia would have gone out with Raymond at all if it wasn't right after the Jason Incident. Raymond is almost exactly how Olivia was before, all sticky and lovey-dovey type. But now Liv is Jason-like, I-don't-really-give-a-shit attitude. Raymond was half-devastated when Olivia told him, crying for almost 2 hours straight. But he's better now, which is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now there's Maiki. Or Mike. Or Mic. Or Mickey. Or whatever it is. Kakashi from Supanova's friend. Haha I should really stop calling him Kakashi, I know his real name anyways. Both he and Maiki, or as I say, D, are really cute, but Minh is cute in smart way (damn he looks so good in those glasses :P) and Maiki is cute in a hot way. I met Minh cos he was giving me anime, and Maiki cos he was hanging out with Liv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going back to rock-climbing which is also good. I climbed Dead Set last week. w00t!!! Mr Greatorex is one of my favourite teachers. He's so cool....and sarcastic ^^" I remember when the Fleas were still rock-climbing, we used to piss him off so much. But it's really sad how the Fleas are broken up, cos Walker and Martha hate each other now. You really can't see now how close they were before. And I still like them both, even though nearly the whole school thinks Martha is a slut. There are set-backs to attending the bitchiest school in Brisbane. Mr G would never praise you, he was the type that just told you to work harder. But last week I climbed up Dead Set, and when I got down, he actually smiled. Haha, this seems like something I read in books. Of course, I could say my heart swelled with pride and strove to work harder to gain praise from him but this is reality, and as many books as I bury myself in, I know that. I didn't even think of it until later. I guess, this is the type of thing that you're used to not getting, and don't really mind never getting, but it feels so much better that you do have it. But I reckon it's more special this way, than if Mr G was the type to just praise everything you did. Haha, when I fell off the rock-face cos my arms were too tired, my rope swung around the other rope, so I was spinning for 2 minutes trying to get myself untangled. Hahahahah I almost couldn't stand when I got back to ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah yes, back to Maiki. Olivia seems to favour him over Minh, but I seriously could not care less. It makes me laugh that Maiki is scared of me XD Last time we (me, Liv, Maiki) went out, I didn't say anything and kept a blank expression, though it was probably really scary to other people, especially people who don't know me. He thought I was gonna kill him. BHAHAHAHA!!! But I think it would scare him more if he knew I would ^^" Damn that guy is so touchy. Not to me of course. (When I weren't there) he kept on hugging Liv, and kissing her, and messing her hair and stuff. He was probably too scared if I were there (^_^)V!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, Liv, Maiki, Chris and I went to the city (again) and Liv wanted to go shopping for the guys. I really have nothing against Maiki so I feel free to say he looks sooo hot in that jacket!!!! *droolz* hahahha!! Me and Liv kept on whispering to each other, laughing and making (seemingly) random hand motions, and laugh more while eyeing them. Haha the guys were so confused :P Chris finally bought a jacket at Jay Jays, and Maiki bought that hot jacket. Liv tried on a few things, and Chris managed to bully me into trying on some girl's clothes *shudder* now I remember WHY I wear guy's clothes now :P I don't have the best body figure and I know it, unlike some people, ick. Chris wanted to see me in some clothes other than black, and he was like *lightbulb* brown!!! He picked the first thing to hand and i'm like.....are you serious.......? I tried it on and OMG!! X_X Olivia came in and she nearly screamed. Haha, my skin colour is already brown, and then brown shirt is like a one-tone all the way down. Hahahahah. In the end I just changed back and we walked out. But in Valley Girl, Chris got me to try ANOTHER shirt. Black this time, but like it was any better coz the neckline went all the way DOWN! &gt;_&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This term is shorter so the teachers are already cramming us with assessment. My ITS website is so screwed cos my client is soooooo slack!!! And even worse, he's picky as well!! At first he's like I want a picture of so-and-so of which I will get to you later, and then last week he's like oh no I can't get it. Cos I needed to show him a template, I pulled a random picture off Google to show him what it would look like and I said we can't use it cos of copyright and he said he'd go somewhere and take pictures for me on the weekend, then this morning he comes to me and says oh sorry, I was too busy on the weekend, so can we just have a simple background instead? Then he says I don't want a solid background, give it a little texture so it doesn't look so blank. And I'm trying to NOT kill the whole damn site cos I had to lighten the background by heaps so it won't look heavy and that clashes with all the other shit on it &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hum-ho, I've seem to have run out of things to say, but I have my maths assignment which should occupy me *waves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114828925436834820?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114828925436834820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114828925436834820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114828925436834820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114828925436834820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114706985254919495</id><published>2006-05-07T23:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:23:32.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Buddha Festival cont.</title><content type='html'>I worked for the rest of the Buddha Festival at Malaysian Delicacies. On Saturday after Chinese School (which my teacher finally let me skip) and guzhung I took a bus to SouthBank. It was crowded so I stood near the entrance. There was this one stop where this guy wanted to get off, and he was pushing past me saying excuse me, and I couldn't turn back to see if he was going left or right so I just stood closer to the bus driver, and nearly got a pram smashed in the back of my head. When the guy got off he turned back and yelled at me "excuse me means get out of the fucking way!" Geez, I was TRYING to move it's just there's NO SPACE!!! And the driver shut the door in his face XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was awesome as usual. Met Doris, another helper, and two other guys, of which I don't know their names. Haha, me and Ivy and Doris keep on picking on Vince. But he's just so laughable XDXD We make fun of him and tease him and gang up on him and poke him and he pouts. Hahaha, they're all so fun to be around with. Omg, I keep on bloody singeing myself!! So annoying. And I burnt the back of my hand on the light/heater thingy in the top of food display thingy. Most annoying thing was I was wearing a glove at that time, so I melted the plastic on my hand and now there's a welt ;( Ivy left early and Doris wanted to go watch the fireworks. Vince disappeared on a 'toilet break' for most of an hour during the fireworks. Doris was so pissed she was missing the fireworks and he was watching them with his girlfriend. I see it from my house every year for the Ekka so I didn't really want to. But I did want to go walk around, although during the day would be better. I left late at night, helping to wash the dishes even. It was 11 when I got home. I just took a hot shower and went to sleep. I was so tired I nearly fell asleep in the shower, although I was hyped when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I nearly got up late, but it was alright. I helped set up store which was fun as well. I tied the pole of the sign to make it stand up and plastered the front of the food display thing with signs. I am sooo tired of people asking what's this what's this so I just stuck a million signs everywhere of everything. Of course, there were always tools who couldn't/wouldn't read and asked me anyway. But then I could just point instead of explaining again XD I managed to burn my other hand in the first half hour of the last day. But as least I didn't have a glove on this time. Neither Ivy nor Doris worked that day, instead there was Lisa (Vince's little sister), Davies (Vince's friend) and Sandry. Lisa is cool. She talks and works really slowly but she's cool. Haha, she gives me fairy floss XP Davies is like stoned all the time. But he's funny as well. We pick on Vince too XD "You're useless Vince, no one wants you" But Vince picks on us too so all is good. But I don't really like Sandry. She has this goddamn annoying American drawl which is so annoying. It was definitely more fun when you're with people your age I guess. You just understand the jokes. Me and Davies kept on arguing over who was serving customers and who was packing the food in bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel so stupid when you ask people who are looking at the food displays "can I help you?" or whatever, and they either ignore you, or walk away. Just like geez, fine, leave then :P Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was the last day of the Buddha Festival I wanted to go have a walk around. Technically we don't get any breaks, but Vince's mum is cool, she doesn't say a anything if you disappear for like a half hour toilet break. And she's not the I'm-gonna-take-every-second-of-rest-and-every-noodle-you-eat-and-take-it-off-your-pay type. She keeps on urging us to eat and doesn't mind if we steal stuff from the displays to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'changed my shirt' (and took 20 minutes at it XP) walked around, bought stuff to eat but other than that it was all tourist-overpriced stuff. I only felt tired when there was nothing to do, because you have time to stand still and contemplate your boredom, but when it's busy I felt so hyped. Hahaha, I kept on tripping over stuff. It's really oily and slippery near the back of the stall where they cook, and if you run, you'll slip. I never learned :P I always seem to trip over Vince though. Once he caught me when I was rushing back to get some rice and he said "oh I didn't know you were falling for me XD" and all the customers were laughing &gt;_&lt; Haha but I slapped him back. I had to take my glasses off because it was getting really oily and when I rubbed them they would smear all over, so I had to work for 2 hours without them. Funny because I had to bring everything within an inch or so to my face to see it. Almost spilt the packet of food all over myself. I sneaked out and bought some ice-cream. I felt so bad because I was taking so many breaks eating that day, but oh well, last day after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davies left early and Sandry left at 9ish so I stayed behind to help pack up. It was so fun because they were trying to sell everything off before they left so everything was on discount. Me and Vince were stuffing around heaps and they kept on telling us to stop mucking around :P I got a bonus for every customer I served during the last hour. w00t! It's always no one wants corn, and then 10 people want 3 cobs each. I think my thumb is desensitized now from having 50 skewers stuck in it. Gah, I accidentally dropped a cob when I was getting it from the pot and hot water went all over my hand :( I seem to have this problem with hot stuff. But during the last hour I was most hyped because we were all yelling stuff like "corn for 50c! everything on discount!" I nearly yelled "everything for 50c!" once. Hahaha.. During the last half hour they couldn't be stuffed trying to sell things off, so we just gave stuff away for free. Haha, cheap bastards XD But I'd sure be there for anyone who was giving away free food!!! AZN PRIDE!! w00!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped them pack things into the car, and got a free ride on the trolley :P nearly got rammed into a pole XD Then I took the train home. Fun night altogether. Really worth it. So fun. Hope I get hired again next year. Pity I did NO homework this weekend. Bah, do it later :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~karai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114706985254919495?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114706985254919495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114706985254919495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114706985254919495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114706985254919495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/05/buddha-festival-cont.html' title='The Buddha Festival cont.'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114683932481175148</id><published>2006-05-05T23:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:28:44.953+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddha Festival</title><content type='html'>Lunch was fun, messed around with people's hair. Managed to persuade two people to buy hair accessories from me (^_^)V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of the Buddha Festival. Vince (Vince's mum to be exact) hired me to work at her store (Malaysian Delicacies). I went down to Southbank after school, getting to the bridge from the city alright, but afterwards I got hopelessly lost. Following Vince's directions to walk along the Flower Bridge I did. When I got to the Stadium, looked around, and upon seeing nothing in the immediate vicinity resembling their store, I called him, but he didn't pick up. Then I remembered him telling me towalk to the end of the Flower Bridge. Damn that bridge goes on forever. It probably spans across all of Southbank. Out of desperation I called Olivia and Sherlyn told me where to find his store, which was back near the start of the Flower Bridge *shakezfist* damn Vince and his vague directions!! Haha, nah, jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, finally got there. I had to wear Vince's shirt because he had forgot the spare ones -_-" At first I was fumbling around just trying to stay out of everybody's way, until I got the hang of it. I guess I like serving people better than stacking things on shelves. I really want to find a job at a restaurant. The noodles are fantastic, hehe, the K likes XP Saw Sean there, pity he didn't stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why everyone hates Vince. I reckon he's kool. He's funny, cute (puppy dog type), and really nice. Bilingual too :P Yeah, I had an awesome time today. Thought I'd be tired when I got off work but I'm really hyped. Ah well, better sleep anyway, or else I'll never wake for Chinese school. Working again tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~karai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114683932481175148?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114683932481175148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114683932481175148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114683932481175148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114683932481175148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/05/buddha-festival.html' title='Buddha Festival'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114639251036660047</id><published>2006-04-30T20:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:21:55.503+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BAS (Brisbane Anime Society)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today BAS had a screening of which included Tactics (anime). Because I had bought a Tactics pencilboard from Supanova but had never watched it before, I decided to go to today's screening, apart from the fact that it only cost $2 for everything (^_^)V!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tactics is pretty much about this boy who is a priest and specialises in exorcism. Interesting but a bit gruesome. Not really compelling enough to watch the whole series. We only stayed for Tactics, and then we left. Densha Otoko was just weird. Real stereotypical otaku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pissed off Liv at work, Raymond came, then the 4 of us went to play pool. Had fun. I gave Olivia my shirt so she could wear it because she was cold and wore Chris' top shirt. Haha now I smell like him ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Liv left early, and the rest of us just spent some time in Replay. Omg.....Raymond has absolutely NO TACT at all!!! *growl* But I won't get into that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I left early, and because it was raining I stood outside the train station for a while, just feeling the raindrops falling on my face. Really refreshing, and soothing. I like standing in the rain, but I get heaps of weird looks. I wonder why ^^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha, stayed up til 3am on Friday watching the last disk of Naruto, then didn't wake up for Chinese school, and ended up missing it altogether. Ah well...hahaha.... hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I'll finish watching Full Metal Panic now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114639251036660047?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114639251036660047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114639251036660047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114639251036660047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114639251036660047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/04/bas-brisbane-anime-society.html' title='BAS (Brisbane Anime Society)'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114609355575476113</id><published>2006-04-27T09:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:19:15.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Olivia!!!</title><content type='html'>Although technically her birthday was yesterday, I was too tired to post.&lt;br /&gt;We had a surprise party for her at lunchtime, Courtney luring her over with a cat. Pretty funny. Poor Susie, she popped a party popper into her hand. By it was pretty fun neways.&lt;br /&gt;Olivia also shares her birthday with at least 5 other people including Ben Ko, Jen Yang, Susie Plant, Tom Wen and my dad. Scary huh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm at school and class just ended, bai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~karai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114609355575476113?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114609355575476113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114609355575476113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114609355575476113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114609355575476113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-olivia.html' title='Happy Birthday Olivia!!!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114579366975607805</id><published>2006-04-23T21:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:01:09.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Supanova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7761/2038/1600/DSC06413.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7761/2038/320/DSC06413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t! Supanova rocks!! Liv came to sleepover on Saturday night so we could 'get ready' for our big day the next day. Ended up being an hour or two of 'getting ready' and the rest of the night just chatting. Haha, yes Raymond, &lt;em&gt;girl talk&lt;/em&gt;. XD We started watching some Parent Trap and then cbs finishing it. Can't believe how young Lindsay Lohan was when she made that. Haha, made some of my 'Special Paste' to pig out on (Philidephia Cream Cheese + Condensed Milk) Mwhahah, divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we stayed up til 2am talking and had to wake up at 7:30 to actually get ready. Time flew in the morning and soon it was 9:15 and Chris' mum was outside waiting for us. I sooo didn't want to go out to meet her, but shmeh. Neways, got to the RNA showgrounds where Supanova was being held. Since we were getting there half an hour before it opened the line was relatively short. Omg, so embarrassing when someone asked to take photos of us. During the day I got asked to take photos a total of 6 times x_x. Chris was slack and didn't cosplay, just wearing a (cool) Uchita Sasuke shirt. And he didn't wear the headband either. Gggrrr..... Haha but I look good in it so I wore it XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7761/2038/1600/DSC06421.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7761/2038/320/DSC06421.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just stuffing around waiting to go in. Thank god we were undercover instead of roasting under the sun. It was a whole lot different from what I thought it would be. It was held indoors for one. I thought it would be like the Medieval Fayre and held outdoors but at least we got air-con. Really fun going from stall to stall and seeing what they were selling. I wasn't really interested in buying DVDs because they were way too expensive for me and for manga they only had volume 2 and 4 of Death Note. Waste of time. But I spent quite a lot of time poring over the pencil boards. By the end of the day I had bought 5. Don't know if I'll use them all but shmeh :) Met up with some people inside, talked for a while then separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, the kamehameha competition was awesome. Some were really funny. The girl who won this year was screaming her head off. I think some windows cracked it was so shrill. Pity Eric didn't get though, I reckon he did a really good job of it for a newb :P Haha yes we've got that on video. Mwhaha, more blackmail material. And another funny guy who practically opera sang through the whole thing. He only came runner up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7761/2038/1600/DSC06435.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7761/2038/320/DSC06435.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cosplay competition was a real let down though. So boring. There was this hot Kakashi dude in the audience though XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the end got a Domo-kun t-shirt, and the Tokyo Night Train stall was giving people free t-shirts so got a free one of that. Plus almost 20 packets of the Garnier Fructis Style Manga Head sample packets. That stuff is so cool. At Supanova they had this stall where if you give them a pic of a character they can recreate their hair for you - free of charge too. But I didn't bother because the line was pretty long. Chris went to listen to some Superman thing and I sat on the bench and fell asleep. Haha, good dream, can't remember what it was though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, all in all a pretty fun day, spent a lot of money, but well worth it I think. My costume was damned expensive. Used up all my red pocket money for it. Oh well, I really really like it hehe. Can't wait to wear my Domo-kun shirt out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gah, school soon. Have to catch Pascal and get him to give me back my hard drive before school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114579366975607805?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114579366975607805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114579366975607805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114579366975607805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114579366975607805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/04/supanova.html' title='Supanova'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114541487356966773</id><published>2006-04-19T11:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T15:23:19.703+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nearly the end of the holidays and nothing to show for it. Ah well... Since I haven't posted in a while here's a list of what I did during the hols. Was going to meet up with a lot of people but most of it never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Random Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because my house is the closest to the city and my mum allows me to have guys over, we usually come and crash at my place. A lot of people were going to come but they pulled out last minute so only 5 or so people ended up going. We were going to meet up in the city then take the train back to my house. I had something on so I was coming late and Liv was meeting everyone. When I got to the city they were playing pool and met Tom and Liam. Liv said Sherlyn would call when she got here but I called her home and found out she had been dropped off at 11:45...and it was 12:30 right now...We spent the next 2 hours scouring the city for her (dragging Raymond and Tom around) because she didn't have a mobile on her. Her dad is a multimillionaire and she still doesn't have her own mobile phone!! In the end she had gone home...But at least she was safe so it was ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Back at my house we watched Bruce Almighty and Russell Peters, ate and played charades. Chris and Raymond seemed to get on well together. And Liv is a crap Ninja! &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anthony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Met him once in Hong Kong, at an old classmate's birthday party and we talked on msn a lot. Decided we'd meet up. On the day...never showed. Scheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia's Birthday Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was going to be on Wednesday (today) but Chris said his school started on that day so she moved it to Tuesday but I had work so we moved it to Monday. First we went to K (kareoke).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mum cbs driving me all the way to Sunnybank so I had to take the bus. Met Pascal at the bus stop so waited with him. We were talking and nearly missed the bus XP When we got to Neway Chris and Sherlyn were already there. Sherlyn told Liv she was going to be wearing heels but in the end she didn't because 1. There had been a lot of rapes around Sunnybank and Chris and Pascal couldn't protect her because they were pansies XD and 2. We were most likely going to be late and have to run for the bus. Ahahah oh man I've missed having Sherlyn around. We were standing at the front of Neway waiting for Olivia to come and Sherlyn asked me what I got for Olivia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sherlyn: "What did you get her?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:        "It's a secret."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sherlyn: "Oh I know, you got her a stripper didn't you?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me:         "...Sorry Chris, I forgot to tell you before but you're gonna be stripping for Livi today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chris:     "What?! No!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Liv:         "Come on Chris...XP"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ahahahhahah....neways....We got into and started singing. singsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsingsing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that we took the bus back to the city (and we didn't have to run for it). We went to go play Replay and pool, meeting people along the way. It was 3ish when we got to the pool place and all the azns had just woken up so every table was taken. After waiting a while the guy let us go upstairs to the 'VIP' tables. No difference really. Alanna came, Vince and his girlfriend and his friend and his friend's girlfriend came as well. Vince tutored me on pool and I'm getting better now *nods* no one else seems to like him though. Pity that. Oh well, I gotta be nice to my boss neways :P Then we went to take sticker photos and Alanna left. Pascal shouted us but he had to leave. After that Vince had to leave so it was only me, Liv, Chris, Sherlyn and Courtney going back to my house. Kelsey met us along the way so we were 6. Went home and talked for a while, then we ate, played charades, had cake. Damn candles melted really fast. Then we played space jump. Got the funniest quotes that night --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sherlyn: "And we sailed after the whale that took me leg. Argh!" (charades - Moby Dick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Liv: "Look at this mango! Isn't it just...exquisite?!" (space jump - fruit stall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sherlyn: "Sir, are you alright?" (space jump - Chinese restaurant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chris: " It's alright, I just slipped on a dimsum."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Courtney: "Marry me!!!" (space jump - Courtney proposing to Chris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chris: "Oh no baby, I'm not ready for such a commitment yet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everyone killing themselves laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chris: "Yeah and they broke up and never saw each other again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And there was this one in space jump where Liv just broke up with Sherlyn and Liv dragged Sherlyn across the living room with Sherlyn hanging off her arm screaming. So funni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But during Courtney and Kelsey saw two guys down at the swimming pool and they tried to talk to them and give them their phone numbers and stuff. It was really annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Liv left first, then Courtney and Kelsey, then Chris, and Sherlyn didn't get picked up until 11 because her sister got lost to my house. So we played Uno for about an hour straight. Fun day, sorta fun night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The next day (yesterday) we went out again because it was the last day of holidays for Chris. We were playing pool and Bob came too. Haven't seen him since Liv's last birthday party last year. He hasn't changed much except his hair's grown longer. And he's maybe a tad louder. Hahaha, he kept on trying to distract people while we were playing pool, but he didn't sink any balls himself. Raymond kept on sinking the black ball. We freaked out all the people on the tables next to us. w00t! Then we went to eat. Chris shouted me lunch. While we were eating Bob was teasing me and I threw some rice at him. I was aiming at his face but I had a side problem and it missed and went all down his shoulder. Curry rice + white shirt. OmG it was hilarious!! It went ALL down his back and the stupid tool sat on it. Funny sh!t. Spent ages in Replay and then I had to go to work. Ah well, it's good seeing Bob again. Even with Liv it's pretty quiet without him. Hahah one funny dude. Btw, for all those who live with me in Brissie and are reading this, Raymond is dating Liv now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OMGOMGOMG I just realised yesterday that Raymond and Vincent were my Northshore classmates!!! Aha! I knew I had seen them before somewhere. And I looked at his ID and i'm like Hoac.......godammit I know this guy!! But from where?!?! And he's Jeff3's Brissie friend. All in all, it's a pretty small world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114541487356966773?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114541487356966773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114541487356966773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114541487356966773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114541487356966773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/04/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114483193517630439</id><published>2006-04-12T18:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:52:15.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin GOOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh man, today was absolutely TERRIFIC!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First, in the afternoon went to eat at a sushi buffet with Liv and her family. The food was pretty good. After that, went with Liv to the city to get some fabric for my cosplaying costume. Mwhahahha it's gonna look so wicked! But first we went to Replay to see if Pascal was there and we could drag him around. Got to Replay, and saw Jason standing there watching people play Initial D. I swear everything just went outta my mind. I walked straight up to him and punched him on the side of his head. Hard. God that felt GOOD!! Wanted to do that for sooo long. Then I went to watch people play DDR. Hahaha he was so pissed. When we left for Myers, Jason and Chuan come along behind us. When we stopped at the traffic lights, Jason came up to us and asked who hit him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;“是我打你的，怎么啦？”“。。。我看你是女的。。。” “打我呀！”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh man, hahhaha, feelin REAL good! J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ustice is served! *manical laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pity I had to go smash my sis' mirror, and punch Jason with the same hand. Now my knuckles is some disfigured colour. Oh well, worth it though. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahhaa...yeah....that's about it.........XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114483193517630439?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114483193517630439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114483193517630439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114483193517630439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114483193517630439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/04/feelin-good.html' title='Feelin GOOD!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114448178714336751</id><published>2006-04-08T17:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T17:36:27.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Only one person's blood can sate my wrath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm gonna dig up that sonuvabitch and send him to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just found out today that Jason had been cheating on Olivia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He's gonna find his face smashed in the floor the next time I see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm gonna take it out on him every time he made her cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To that I swear to everything sacred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I will not tolerate anyone making her cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ensured with her tears, sealed by my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I will find him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114448178714336751?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114448178714336751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114448178714336751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114448178714336751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114448178714336751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/04/only-one-persons-blood-can-sate-my.html' title='Only one person&apos;s blood can sate my wrath...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114441526888326071</id><published>2006-04-07T22:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:07:48.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing the Red Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was the last day of term! Yay! Pity school hasn't ended for me yet though. I've still got a Chinese School exam and test tomorrow -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, as I said I would, I told Alison about me and Chris at morning tea. In the class before I had eaten a few Easter eggs so it had just hit my bloodstream and I was a huge sugar high, giggling uncontrollably. Not as bad as the Passionfriut Bubbletea but bad enough when you're trying to be serious. Anyway, I went up to Alison and I told her. About half a second's worth of silence and then "OMG, I'm so happy for you!" *hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I froze. WHAT THE HELL?!?!?? I just told her I was dating her ex and she was freaking happier than I was. That killed my sugar high INSTANTLY. "You guys really deserve each other and you would treat each other really well" and other bullshit. She was about to throw confetti for crying out loud! "Okaayy....I've done my duty here, if you will please excuse me then..." I managed to keep it to a walk for about 3 metres and then I broke and RAN FOR MY LIFE!!!! At home Chris told me she had gone as far as to send him a text saying congratulations........Can you believe they had actually been dating for a year+? He was driving when he read that text and he accidentally swerved and nearly hit a smart car! XD Next time she comes near me I'm gonna scream "STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!!!" Seriously, she freaks me out now. I'd much rather she had chucked a spaz, coz I coulda said "you touch me and die bitch" We've all theorized about her reactions, and we did think of something like this, but she takes it to the extreme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, finally got Russell Peters. Oh man, me and Liv were KILLIN ourselves laughing, and repeating stuff over and over and over again. To all those people who haven't watched it, please do, you don't know what you're missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114441526888326071?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114441526888326071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114441526888326071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114441526888326071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114441526888326071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/04/facing-red-dragon.html' title='Facing the Red Dragon'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114371269096374066</id><published>2006-03-30T19:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:47:52.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haven't written in sooo long...Feeling a bit down right now, so apology for all the people I abused on their tag in different languages. Don't bother translating it. Anyway, from my last post, about Chris, well, he and I are going out 'unofficially'. We (I) decided to make it official in the upcoming Easter holidays, mostly because we're both really busy and have no time to see each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah yes, for shame...One night I freaked out a lot of people by randomly calling crying over the phone. That night, my mum found out something I didn't want her to know, and she threw a complete skitz at me. I refused to answer any questions, and when I'm angry at her, I start speaking really fast English, and she got even more pissed coz she didn't understand. Finally threatening me that if I didn't cooperate with her, she would send me back to Hong Kong and I could explain to my dad why I was doing it (btw, if you don't know what I was doing, you don't need to know) and then she left my room. Stress from school, teachers, other friends, her, etc, had been building up for quite some time, and something in me just suddenly, softly, went pop. I was fucking angry, and then I sort of deflated, and couldn't stop tears from coming out of my eyes. I turned up the music a little, coz my mum would come back in and interrogate me further if she heard me crying. And then I called Liv. She was sorta freaked, coz she had never heard/seen me crying. Most people haven't. Actually, thinking back, only Ann has ever seen me crying. But that's another story. Anyway, I gabbled to her for a while, then called Eric. Don't sing! &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stand down - for all those poor people who do not have this; the grade 11s and 12s get a week or so off at the end of term where they don't have to come to school, they can stay at home and study for their big tests. Exactly what I should be doing now, especially coz I have my Chem test tomorrow morning. But my mum doesn't even know I have stand down, so I went to school, then got changed and walked down to the Valley with Liv. Nothing much to do. Played in the park on the way. Then caught the train to the city to meet up with Jason, Liv's boyfriend. We got to the city at about 10, so we went to Replay. Oh it was blessedly empty. So we played DDR. OMG, I can't believe they took away the Para Para machine!!! How could they do this to us!!! :( Liv played Initial D, but I couldn't coz my machine was screwed and wouldn't take any coins/tokens. So I went and played Drum Mania. Man, we're both hooked onto it now, it's sooo fun!! But it's so expensive, 4 coins for one game!! Anyway, 1pm came and went, Jason never turned up. We went to Hanaichi and Liv shouted me lunch. Came back, 2pm, still no Jason. We went and played pool with Lex and Pascal. Really fun. Then went back to Replay, STILL no Jason. Justin came at 3 and said Jason was on the bus. Liv kept on hitting him (playfully) coz Justin kept on teasing her. Jason FINALLY turned up, and when he went up to Liv, Liv stormed to the other side in mock temper, but Jason just shrugged and went to watch Justin play DDR. I generally don't care if people come late, as long as I wouldn't be late for something else, but in he comes, no explanation, no apology, and ignores Olivia, now I started getting really pissed. Liv said if I wanted to hit him I could, but I didn't, contenting myself with the monitor of another crappy game, coz I knew if I started htting him, I wouldn't stop and then there'd be a fight, of which Justin would be sure to join in. Not to mention, it would be really tense between Jason and me, and Liv wouldn't like it. In the end, I left extremely pissed. Liv and I walked back to school, and coz it was really sunny, we got our umbrellas out. Olivia made me laugh again by being silly with her automatic umbrella. Hahah, I've got a video on my phone! Man, I was so tired, and I still had to walk home. But other than that, a fun day of skipping school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had really better go study, I don't wanna fail this Chem test. And I don't feel so down now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114371269096374066?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114371269096374066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114371269096374066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114371269096374066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114371269096374066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/03/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114174032898812056</id><published>2006-03-07T22:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:05:29.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher-sama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wah! Haven't posted in ages! But yeah, this post is going to be all about Chris (I hope you don't mind me broadcasting it Chris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back from TW, on some Sundays I went out with Liv and Chris to hang out in the city. The first time I saw him was the Saturday before Valentines ~ he gave us (me, Liv, Alison) all a rose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack: Chris and Alison has been dating for about a year or so, but towards the end Alison was treating him pretty badly. Then she dumped him coz she said she was getting bored of it all, and found it too stressing to have a boyfriend. Btw, everyone in the group hates her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main story: Coz in TW, i was surrounded by 20-odd guys, 10 of which I could constantly hug, and since I go go to an all girls' school in Aus, I naturally missed having a guy to hug (and play with his hair) so I was much more huggy when I saw Chris, especially since now he was single, and I didn't have Alison breathing down my neck if I was more than a foot near him. We played pool together, it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time we went out was just me, Liv and Chris. Oh yeah, J&amp;J temporarily. That's when I thought Chris was acting a little strange. I didn't know if it was coz he was single now, or if he did it all the time, but I just thought Chris was hugging and kissing (forehead/cheeks) me a whole lot more than usual. When we were in Replay, Liv was on ParaPara, and we were watching her, Chris on the left and me on the right. I wasn't even looking at him, then he randomly walked over and hugged me from behind. I thought it was a little weird, but I generally didn't really mind. What freaked me out (well, not really) was the way he looked at me. Sometimes Chris would hug me, and just &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; at me, and it would be really intense. I told Olivia about it, but she just said he was like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Sunday, I wanted to go out to the city again to meet Liv and Chris again, on the pretence of needing to buy something (I actually needed to anyway). That morning, my mum was being a total ****. At first she said "clean your room before you can go out." Well, my room was trashed, since I came back from TW 6 weeks ago, so I obediently cleaned up my room. She came in and said, "the shelves are really dusty, vacuum it - and while you're at it, vauum the rest of the house as well." Okay, I admit, I hadn't vacuumed my shelves since probably 2 years ago, due to my many Pokemon (yes I still do like Pokemon) figurines on it, and I didn't want to accidently vacuum it. But it really was dusty, so I vacuumed it and the house. Then she comes in and says, "those packs of cards there, put it in a box or something." I started getting pissed, it was obvious she was stalling. There wouldn't have been space to put a box, so i just shoved all my cards (I have 32 packs now XP) in my wardrobe. Then she says, "put that box somewhere else, it's taking up space." (I have a box next to my bookshelf filled with stuff) I need to use stuff from that box, and I really couldn't be stuffed getting a chair and getting it off my bookshelf and putting it back again all the time, and it wasn't taking up space, so I said "NO, I need stuff there, I'm not moving it!" Then she says, "I'm your mum, this is my house, now move it!" I got really pissed, and chucked the box up. Then to my fury, she comes in and says, "tidy up your desk." Man, what the hell was wrong with her!! I couldn't take it anymore so I grabbed my bag and said, "I'm not doing anymore, I'm leaving now" Then she says, "wait a while, I'm going to the city later, I'll drive you." To my experience, a while usually means half an hour or more, and I was already late meeting Liv, so I literally screamed at her "I'm going NOW! I'm taking the train!" Then I bolted outta the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I was so scared. I ran all the way down to the train station without stopping. I met Liv and Chris at Replay. It was 3, but Jason said he was still at Sunnybank so we played ParaPara first. Then we went up to Lincraft to buy stuff for my embroidery. OMG, 4 spools of thread and one base cost me $32!!! (If you wanna see what picture I'm doing, &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27819941/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27819941/&lt;/a&gt;, Edelweiss by Areahandora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Replay for J&amp;J. Their friend Chuan came as well. We wanted to leave to go play pool, but Justin was leaving at 4 and wanted to play DDR, so we waited. We were about to go but Chuan was on Initial D. We waited until he was done then Ray turned up and wanted a game of DDR before he left. It was an hour before we could drag them outta Replay. But we finally there. Whew! Jason, Chuan and Ray were like pro players! Really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liv left at 5, so it was us left. I started getting really scared of going home, and my pool started getting worse. Chuan was really nice, he helped me with some shots. After another half an hour of pool, the guys decided to go back to Replay. Chris and I didn't care, since he was leaving at 6:30, we had another spare half hour. Chris needed to go to the ATM so we parted ways. Then I got hungry and we went to Hungry Jacks. Sat downstairs for the first time. Decorated like the 50s. Sorta weird. Anyways, neither of us felt like moving, so we sat for a while. Soon it was nearly time for Chris to get picked up, so we went to Replay, said bye, then I walked to Chris' pick-up point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his mum always comes late, we walked really slowly. It was so cute, Chris held my hand while we were walking. But yeah, I was getting pretty scared since it was like dark already, and I'm meant to be home before sunset. We were standing around waiting, and Chris hugged me for a while. Mum called and I nearly freaked. "Karen, where are you now?" "Uh...the train station." "Which one?" "Uh...Central." "Ok, we'll talk when you get home." Hang up. Eeek! Chris offered for his mum to drive me home, it would be quicker that way. I said yes, but it was 6:45 and she still wasn't here, and when Chris called she wasn't picking up. After waiting for about 5 minutes, I got too scared and opted for the train instead of waiting. Before I left, Chris held me and actually kissed me on the lips. I don't think I treasured that moment enough, but the next 5 seconds to 5 minutes was running for my life to the train station, can't really blame me. (Btw, Chris' mum came half an hour late - she was watching a movie. Pretty glad I didn't wait around then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's lecture was relatively short - only half an hour or so. Online I talked to Chris. He was serious about wanting to date me. Immediately my brain filled with all these reasons why it would be a bad idea to date him. - He just broke up with Alison not long ago - Alison would kill me if she knew - Is he going for 3rd best? - etcetcetc, I'm sure you get the point. Now after at least 3 nights of long, serious, deep consideration, and at least 3 days of confusion, indecision and distraction, I've finally reached my answer. I don't know if I'm making the right choice, or that if he'll be ok by it, and I hope to all things holy Alison won't know about it, but I hope it's for the better. Some people know of my decision, and some don't. But I'm telling Chris when I can see him face-to-face, and that would be next Sunday. I'll post it up then. Meanwhile...Chris was sooo cute/sweet in his msn. And since it's now 12am, I think I'll go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~karai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114174032898812056?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114174032898812056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114174032898812056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114174032898812056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114174032898812056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/03/christopher-sama.html' title='Christopher-sama'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114095293407731695</id><published>2006-02-26T21:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:25:02.180+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Modelling Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heheh, I was a model today for Olivia's art project, 'in the blink of an eye'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have worn that damn shirt today, looked nice and all, but a pain. The top kept sliding down coz it was too big for me, and the bottom kept riding up, so I had to constantly keep pulling it down, and then I would pull down the top as well. EEEKK!! Too hard to maintain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But yeah, modelling pretty much consisted of walking slowly holding Chris' hand, sitting on benches leaning on Chris, getting hugs from Chris, walking up and down stairs, playing on the swings, pretending to kiss Chris (ahaha, suck it in Alison), lying on the grass, strolling down the path, all this with a parapazzi following us with her face attached to the camera XP Pretty fun, heheheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Saw Jason and Justin today. Didn't get to see Justin's Korean girlfriend - she's supposed to be really pretty. And at first Jason wouldn't talk to Olivia. But when she managed to pull herself together and make the first move, he talked back instead of ignoring her like the last few times. I left them alone, and went to stand with Chris by the ParaPara machine. A few minutes later, Liv came crying back. Jason was talking to her, but he kept pretending not knowing what she was talking about when she asked her if he still liked her. After a while, she decided to stay, and drag the answer out of him. She asked him again, and this time he nodded. Ahahha, she went psycho with happiness. Apparently, one of his friends saw Liv crying and told Jason. When we left Replay, Olivia was nearly bouncing off the walls; she was singing and laughing insanely, but yeah, it was good Jason isn't angry with her anymore. And Olivia is gonna concentrate on keeping her eyes and mind on Jason this time!&lt;!&lt;/span&gt; &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Did a tarot reading for my mum's shares, coz it's been pretty bad lately. Let's hope my readings are accurate. Did a reading for Liv and Jason as well. Mmm......half bad half good. Let's just hope it lasts longer than Joey, and if it doesn't, let's hope she wasn't in such a wreck as last time. Coz if she is, Jason's gonna feel the wrath of us, like Joey did, that horny sonuvabitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114095293407731695?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114095293407731695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114095293407731695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114095293407731695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114095293407731695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/02/modelling-shoot.html' title='Modelling Shoot'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-114076544739607393</id><published>2006-02-24T16:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:13:53.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Patchie Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm......Haven't posted in quite a while. Apart from the fact that my internet fried for a while, I had this huge down phase. And so I kept off msn for a while. But I'm gradually getting outta my down phase, so I should be okay now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, special thanks to Albie~~ I LOVE your letter!!! *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love* *love*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And in other other words, I LOVE IT!!! daiisuki!! Thanx Albie, aishitemasu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I absolutely &lt;em&gt;adore&lt;/em&gt; getting letters ~ I feel special. Coz I mean how many people nowadays actually bother to write letters for the hell of it while we have email and phone and all. So knowing people actually take time to write me a letter back ~ I feel loved!! *dances the happy dance in my room* *trips over school bag* ow..... (yeah I actually did that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We had a swimming carnival today. Really boring and really noisy. I migrated outside since there were no seats inside anyways, and I managed to get all my Chinese hw done! yay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, the Terrace dance. It was quite fun. While we were lining up to go in, there was this man, about 40 or so, he...we all think he's a paedophile O__O He was just standing there by the railings, opening staring at all the girls, and smirking. *twitch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mmm......nothing really happened. Coz only Terrace guys are allowed to go, and they've invited like all the girls' schools, it's like 5 guys to 1 girl. And there are like 3 azns in the whole school! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I danced with one guy, whoa! Really really nerdy. At first he wanted me to dance with his friend, but he ran away! I was like ptf! whatever! And I went back to my friends. Two minutes later, he came up again and said his friend wanted him to dance with me first. I didn't care, but I kept like a whole arms length from him. And he was swaying me really hard. I got soo dissed back at school. But yeah, otherwise, it was quite fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nothing much else, maybe I'll post again later when I'm procrastinating again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-114076544739607393?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/114076544739607393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=114076544739607393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114076544739607393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/114076544739607393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/02/patchie-post.html' title='Patchie Post'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-113983542458263572</id><published>2006-02-13T22:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:57:06.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, I had to go to the city by myself :( I bought the shirt, then I had to go to the bus information and look for the bus to New Farm. The bus stop was all the way back to where we played pool, almost on the edge of the city. Nearly missed the bus, but managed to get on. I was visiting Ann with her birthday presents, and although I lived in like the same building as Ann for a few years, I've practically forgetten all the street names. All I could remember was that our building was near the New Farm Library, coz me and Ann used to walk there. So I got dropped off near the library, and I'm like, ok, I'll walk along this road back to our block, and visit the library on the way. Walked to the end of the street, and re-discovered that the library was closed on Mondays. Then walked to the very end of the street, and was like....this is NOT where I live....so where did I live? I saw some shops, and went in and asked, "where's Brunswick St?" Coz that's like the only street name I could remember. The guy told me to go around the corner and turn left to the end of the street, about 30secs from where i got dropped off -_-" Left with no choice, I walked back to the end of the street, and soon I saw the small shopping mall thing, and I was there thinking, I remember we were close to Coles...but I don't think we were this close!! I wandered around for a bit, then I finally admitted defeated and called Ann. "Ann...this is K...I'm lost!" In the end, I was on the OTHER side of the mall, and so I finally got back on track, and soon my building was coming back in sight. YAY!! I thought. I ran to Ann's door and pushed on her intercom number. BUZZ...BUZZ....BUZZBUZZBUZZ!!!!!! Why wasn't she picking up? So I called her....and then realised I was buzzing the wrong apartment!! I raced to the RIGHT apartment this time, and I went in, with Ann laughing her head off at me. I gave her her present, and we caught up a bit. She's almost exactly how she was, except now she wears eyeliner all the time, but that's cool. I had dinner at her place, and she gave me beer and mixed a drink for me!! She works at a restaurant, so she knows how to mix all these drinks and stuff, it's really cool. I went home really happy, since I haven't seen Ann since like my Halloween party last year. But another surprise was waiting for me at home. Caity FINALLY sent the letter back to me!! And she also gave me a present!! A pretty BLUE bracelet, and clip on earrings!! OoOoO~~ so pretty!! Hehehehe, I'm happy today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-113983542458263572?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/113983542458263572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=113983542458263572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113983542458263572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113983542458263572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-farm.html' title='New Farm'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-113973676857453452</id><published>2006-02-12T19:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T19:32:48.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I went out again. I was meant to be doing my huge load of catchup hw, but I had to buy a present for Ann. Besides, I wanted to go play DDR again XP. I met up with Liv at 10 at Supre. I don't know if other states has Supre, it's been classified as a slutty TC shop, but it actually has some quite nice clothing. I saw this shirt I really REALLY liked there, but it was $50!!! But I might buy it for the Terrace dance next Saturday. Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the way, had this big bitching session with Olivia about Alison. I don't know if Alison feels it, but almost EVERYONE hates her now. First she followed after Kat like she was her mother chicken, then Rachael. And now she's calling Rachael a dumb slut. WTF is your problem Alison?! If you ever read this, you deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, I was planning to not go with the group today, I didn't really wanna see Alison after her saying all this shit about Kat last night, so I went to Replay when Olivia had to go meet her. Whoa! Replay was empty!! That was the first time ever I've seen it empty. (I took photos!XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was playing ParaPara (heyhey! don't diss PPP, it's soo fun!) when Olivia, Alison and Chris came along. Chris gave me a rose!! Heheh, I feel special!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They left to go do something else, and I went to buy my own stuff. Went broke along the way. Then I met up with them to go play pool. We went to this really nice place, unlike the place we usually play at. It had really stupid rules, like you had to give your ID to them for safekeeping. As if anyone's gonna jump off the second balcony to steal your crappy balls. And then there's a max. of 4 to a table. I was kicked out once coz there was 5 of us, and I wasn't even playing!! Grrr.....But the place we were at was huge, and had about 12 tables, and was really spacious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I played pool for the first time, so there were some pretty pathetic shots. Here's some of the funny shots:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. I hit the white ball, and it jumped over the ball that was about 3cm in front of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. A ball was positioned perfectly over one of the holes, with the white ball about 5cm away from it. Everyone was like you can do it!! But when I hit, the white ball rolled to the side and missed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. The table was nearly cleared, and there was a pretty clear shot of a yellow ball, in line with a hole at the corner of the table. It was an easy shot, coz the white ball was perfectly in line with it too. And when I hit the white ball, it went in a perfect straight line.......past the yellow ball and then it sunk! -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We played for about 3 hours, and during, all these azn guys came! Heheh, me and liv was like O.o. Hehehehheh. But at the end, I had improved a lot *nods* I sunk 4 balls in one game!! (not including the various times when I sunk the white oneXD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahahahha, when I got back home, and told my mum about the shirt I wanted to buy, she was like O__O......a GIRLS shirt?!?!?!? Ahahahhahah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-113973676857453452?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/113973676857453452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=113973676857453452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113973676857453452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113973676857453452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/02/pool.html' title='Pool'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-113965914539053986</id><published>2006-02-11T21:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:59:05.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*sob* I had a nightmare last night *whimper*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Before I launch into my dream, to those people who said I write too much for a newbie, this is my online diary and I like talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, my dream, yes. I haven't had a nightmare for soo long. It was so weird. It was a lot like the bit a watched in one Supernaturalist episode, where this woman was getting drowned in her bathtub by this thing. Mine was sorta the same, except a LOT of people got drowned. But nobody I know thank God. And there was this bit where I was in my sister's room, and outside was this HUGE water fountain thing. Well, sorta like a shallow decorative pool, and it slide down in bout 30m to a really long waterfall down to the ocean. It was really cool! I swam in it for a while, but then I dived into the ocean. Shit it was a huge drop! Then all the weird drownings started. It was really REALLY scary. Eeeek! Never watching Supernaturalist again *shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-113965914539053986?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/113965914539053986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=113965914539053986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113965914539053986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113965914539053986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/02/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-113958428037144288</id><published>2006-02-10T22:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T01:11:20.656+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Weird Habits Of Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The rules/procedures are as follows:The first player of this game starts with the topic "five weird habits of yourself," and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says "You are tagged" (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. OCD (Obssesive Compulsive Disorder) with numbers. Example: in grade 9, me and three other friends had to do an oral for PE. Everyone wrote a bit, and I put them together to make a flowing speech. We were all staying behind one afternoon in the art rooms so they could finish some art (they all did art - I didn't) and I worked on the speech on the computer next to them. When I was just about to declare myself finished, and to usher them across to read my masterpiece, I checked the word count. 480 words in total. 480/4=120 words each! So I used another 2 hours making sure all of us had EXACTLY 120 words each. Hahahahhaha, that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In our library, when students reserve books, the librarians email us when they get the book back, you go to the counter and they give it to you. And because they would have a stack of books also there for other girls with reserves, they would put a post-it on the book with your name on it. And every time I got a post-it, I would stick it on the inside of my locker. By the end of the second semester, my locker was plastered with post-its. I can see my friends shaking their heads in worry already XD. Btw, I already have 2 post-its inside my locker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To all the people that talk to me on msn, they might find it a bit strange that I would say "sweet dreamz la~" every time either one of us was going offline. This is because there was this one phase in grade 10 that I kept on having nightmares. Then it sorta stopped. And then my friend brought it up in a msn convo, and that night I started having nightmares again. From then on, I would say sweet dreams to whoever, and generally, out of politeness, people say it back. And although probably not because of that, my nightmares gradually stopped. But the habit stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I had more colour variety in my wardrobe, I would usually colour coordinate my clothes. But since now my clothes consist half of my school uniform and the other half being black, there's not much I can do with it. So I amuse myself with arranging my bookshelf. Every half a year or so, I would rip everything out of my bookcase and spend a whole day rearranging it. Right now it's in alphabetical order according to the author's last name. Last year, it was according to the main character’s name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Oh God...sorta running out of weird habits....um.....*2 hours later* still thinking........Oh yeah, I got it. Albie's suggestion was my habit of wearing guys clothes. Ahahha, you wouldn't believe some strange looks I get from shop attendants when all my (girl) friends have already charged down to the girl's section, and I'm trying to look inconspicuous and look at guy's stuff. But guy's clothes, in general, are much more comfortable and cooler. I mean, guys had cool stuff, while girls have cute. If there was actually something cool, it would usually either be gothic or hardcore. But usually it's all cool, people take it and it's ok. But there are some shallow people who just can't. There's this guy, I've known him for about 3-4 years now. We're not the greatest of friends, but we talk every now and then. Recently, I found out he hates me; he thinks I'm a loser because I wear guy's clothes. I don't mind that he thinks I'm a loser, half my school does so it doesn't really matter, but for the sole reason that I wear guy's clothes?! Xavier, if you're ever reading this, yes I am talking about you! You're not worth it anymore, but it really cuts. We've known each other since the start of Chinese school, together, I would have thought you would have been a bit better than that. Anyways, to end my list of weird habits, to Olivia, I've expanded my wardrobe like twice it's size before. Yes, very proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I can't tag anyone else with this, coz the only people I know who have blogs have already done this. Unless you wanna do it Olivia. But you'd probably end up writing 50 weird habits instead of 5. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-113958428037144288?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/113958428037144288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=113958428037144288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113958428037144288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113958428037144288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/02/five-weird-habits-of-myself.html' title='Five Weird Habits Of Myself'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-113947879960518977</id><published>2006-02-09T19:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:53:20.753+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Last but not least (drum roll please)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*drum roll...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;19. Samantha Lee! aka Kura, or Kurapica from HXH. If Adela was my first sister, then Kura would definitely be my second. I've made a lot of big brothers on the Taiwan tour (most of the don't even know they were up for adoption) but I don't have a lot of sisters. But I've found TWO in this trip. Both are special in their own, individual, quirky way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When we were going night shopping, while other people like looking at clothes, sparkly distracting stuff, eating, Kura likes bookstores. While we spend about an hour clothes/whatever else shopping, she is bored to death, and amuses herself with thumbwars with Albert. But when we enter a bookstore, Kura immediately sprouts wings and suckers, flies up to the manga section, and latches on and doesn't let go :) But we all had fun together, and that's all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kura, when I first met her, was already in bed. She had a brace on, the headgear type. I was thinking to myself, whoa! does she have to wear it during the day as well? The first 1-2 weeks, me and Kura could talk and laugh and all, but we weren't really that close. But after that, I truly found out what a treasure I was sharing a room with. OTAKU!!! (extreme anime fan) Yeah, Kura draws REALLY well. Ahahah, 15 posters! Her teacher in Taiwan wrote on her report that she could become a (Chinese) manga artist :) Way to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, remember to work hard in Chinese school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kura introduced me to the wonders of having an OC (Original Character - in other words, an imaginary friend) Blaze offered me endless amusement - especially watching Kura randomly kicking the empty space at the end of her bed. Oh yeah, btw, hey Raymond...Syserina loves you!!!!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh btw, Blaze qualifies as one of my older brothers :) albeit one that really wants to set me on fire right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh ahahhaha. Remember when we dressed you all up in pink? Pink shirt, pink coat ( I think), pink hair clip, pink, earrings, pink necklace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Again, it would take forever to tell you everything about Kura, so I shall end it here. To my other sister, may she not die from Blaze strangling her, and may she know that I really miss having a time keeper here. It's just not the same waking up to my phone, and having Kura scream at me in the morning. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-113947879960518977?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/113947879960518977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=113947879960518977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113947879960518977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113947879960518977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-but-not-least-drum-roll-please.html' title='Last but not least (drum roll please)'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-113947619863038617</id><published>2006-02-09T18:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:12:59.543+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade 11 is HELL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this, children, teaches you that you should never procrastinate, especially in grade 11. The consequences being that you get snowed under pretty soon, not to mention, you'd get crucified should the teacher check your homework, and find blank pages for about 3 weeks. If you need an example, see me on msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OMG, my chem teacher is such a fucking NAZI!!!! *random squibbles follow from banging on the keyboard from frustration* aslfjbdsfjsnsfnsfcnkjncweiu bfds isdokvsjhvisjkcbsjdbvksfbvdsbsdk *deep calming breaths*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, I should be fine now.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But all in all, my teachers are actually pretty nice this year. Pity I'm only in one class with Olivia, and that's Chinese, because there's only one class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Let's see who I have:......*strokes chin thoughtfully in a very wise manner*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths B&lt;/strong&gt;: Mrs Serisier - she's pretty nice, explains things very thoroughly, writes big and neatly on the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS&lt;/strong&gt;: Mrs Loye - argh! ALL my other friends got put into the OTHER ITS class with SKILLEN!!! :( That's so unfair!!! Why am I stuck with Loye? She's not a bad teacher....but then again neither is she good. Not to mention, she has this annoying Polish accent that really pisses me off. And too much perfume. *gags*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;: Mr Woods - hah, funny guy. He's a really nice teacher, and funny. His classes are a total bludge because he pretty much give us (me) free reign. I sit on the aisle, and I can go to sleep, and he knows it, and he doesn't care. He's been teaching on Hong Kong previously for the last 7 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japanese&lt;/strong&gt;: Hongo Sensei - not much of a choice, since she's the only teacher that teaches senior Japanese. We had someone before called Mrs Takizawa, but she was such a crappy teacher. She could never control the class. Once, in her class, I climbed out the window (we're on the ground floor - I don't have a deathwish) and back in. She just watched me climb in and out, without saying anything. The second time I climbed out, my stupid classmates locked me out. Idiots. The teacher, again, said nothing while I was banging on the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;: Mrs Keong - the biggest Nazi ever! Seriously, I'm not gonna waste time on this woman, coz she's not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;: Mrs Brors - also not much of a choice, only one Chinese teacher, for all grades. Oh yeah, btw, my school only has grade 8-12. She's an okay teacher, but she's not azn, and her Chinese has a very strong European accent. Sorta like Nathan speaking fluent Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm.....Let's hope my school doesn't come across this site, coz I'm probably gonna get a D- for my Chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-113947619863038617?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/113947619863038617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=113947619863038617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113947619863038617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113947619863038617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/02/grade-11-is-hell.html' title='Grade 11 is HELL!!!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-113947489671396440</id><published>2006-02-09T18:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:48:16.716+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Next!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, moving on to the next person;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Alanna Kochetkova: a Azn/Russian halfy. Quite nice, a little shy. But really strong! Shit, she sure as hell doesn't look it. She usually sticks with her dormmates (Keri, Emily, Katherine) so she does a lot of things that maybe she wouldn't have done on her own, like going to the boys' dorms, going outta the uni, kareoke, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Annabelle Chan: whoa! This girl gets drunk so easily. Zero resistance! I mean seriously, she was drunk after one cruiser, which is 4%! Then her face goes totally red, and she goes hype. On the second last night on the 3-day-trip (graduation trip) after drinking heaps, apparently she raced to the big girls' room and started telling Jen all her 'secrets', then passed out on the floor, and Albert and 2 other people had to carry her back to his room. Other than that, she's really funny, especially when she tries to talk Chinese (ni de yang jing hen piao liang/ni mang ma/an jing peoples!). Except she has this thing against people swearing, which pisses me off sometimes, coz I was so used to swearing. Oh yeah...SQUEEZE! ME! - PING! PONG! BALLS! Hahahaha, hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Belinda Chen: one of the big girls, so I didn't really get to know her. But she's really nice and easy to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Carol Fung: another one of the big girls. She had this really little girl's voice which sorta pissed me off sometimes, but since we didn't talk to each other much, it was ok. Except one time in class (calligraphy - heyhey, don't diss calligraphy ~note to livi *extreme calligraphy**45 degees*XD) to get revenge on some guys that had chucked waterbombs in their dorms, so smashed raw eggs on their heads and poured Oolong tea all over them. Raw eggs were bad enough, but one of them was a salty one, and it stank to high heaven! I immediately ran to the bathroom and threw up. For the rest of class, everyone got face masks from the doctor opposite. You really have to feel sorry for all those poor innocent nerdy uni students who were really trying to study there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Catherine Fan: really fun to be with. She the type of person who seems like they never stop smiling. I don't know if she's always really happy, but maybe it's just the shape of her face. She really knows how to have fun, and don't mind playing those truth-or-dare games - she came to school one morning wearing her glasses, the daisy shirt and slippers. But aside from that, she's quite responsible; she usually doesn't get drunk, and takes care of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Cindy Kalai: aka Medicine Cindy. Really smart, both in medicine and Chinese. I didn't really 'connect' well with her, let's just say. She can be a bit inflexible (Raymond's camera) but otherwise fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Cindy See: didn't really interact well with her. In fact, never really liked her. She had a really annoying accent when she spoke Chinese, and she insisted in speaking Chinese with everyone. I know she was just trying to improve her Chinese...oh well, maybe I'm just a bit shallow. Meh, not like I'm ever gonna see her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Elizabeth Alexander: a nice girl. But a bit too European for my taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Emily Ko: I didn't really get to know her, but she was quite nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. Jennifer Wu: another one of the big girls. Part of the egging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. Jennifer Yang: quite nice and fun to be with. Drank lots but not the type to be really loud and do stupid things. But she does start randomly speaking in Japanese when she's drunk. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. Jessica Ho: another girl in my dorm. Well, sorry Jess, if you ever read this, but you REALLY pissed me off! Among other things, you apologising would definitely be one of the things that pissed me off most. The matter's already been forgotten, but you keep bringing it back up, "no, I'm really sorry..." There's a whole lot more I can bitch about you, but just in case you actually do read this, I better take my on advice and keep my mouth shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. Katherine Huang: sorry! I kept on forgetting your name!! Ahem...yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. Keri Lee: really fun-loving person. Really nice, and talented too (violin). And she really knows how to handle drunk people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. Kylie Chuang: cool person. But I didn't hang around her a lot.18. Lisa Leu: fucking drunk bitch!! Ok, I'm over it now. Sorry if you ever read this, but you probably think I'm one too anyway. To people who doesn't get it, on the night everyone got drunk, Albert (who wasn't drunk) somehow got his shirt stolen off him by the big girls, and they had hidden it. I, half playfully, asked for them to give it back. They wouldn't, so I told Albert to just get a new shirt. Then I went to watch Brant and Ron play dice. Sometime later, Lisa came to me, and was full-on telling me off about it. "...You have no right to interfere with our business, etcetcetc, are you sorry?!" Ok, I was tipsed too, and annoyed, so I said, "No, I'm not sorry" and so our argument went for a while. Finally I gave up and said I'm sorry. But I think she still hates me. Oh well, no loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And just in case you didn't have the contact list and was wondering why I skipped out number 15 (if you even noticed it at all) 15 was me! ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-113947489671396440?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/113947489671396440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=113947489671396440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113947489671396440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113947489671396440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/02/next.html' title='Next!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-113947468709167484</id><published>2006-02-09T18:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T09:15:07.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'>About everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, this post is going to be describing everyone in the tour. Sorry if you don't know these people, coz you don't know what you're missing out on! (or maybe you do XP) Starting with the girls according to the contact list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Adela Tang: Oh god, what can I say about her? Del is one of the few girls I would have a LOT to say about. Well, starting from the start, I first met her by the door of our dorm. I had lugged my suitcase up to the eighth level (taking the elevator) and turned the corner to our dorms. I was hesitant about going in, not knowing what my dormmates would be like. When I found my dorm, 818, a rather pretty girl was standing there, long hair, darkish skin. We said hi, I put my stuff down in my allocated area, then she took me for a short tour around our level. Me and Del got to know each other pretty well, already sticking together during the end of the first week. Actually, all of my dormmates stuck together throughout the whole of six weeks. But that's really beside the point here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, moving on. During the second week, the vultures had already started to swoop. By the second week, Adela already had a group of guys hanging around her all the time. Sort of like a cloud of flies XD. But it was cool, since I could play with them as well. To tell the truth Del, there was this phase where I was getting a bit jealous of all your attention, because as usual I was always the friend of the attention, but will never be the attention. That only lasted for a week or so before I got over it so worry not. I'm still your friend no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm....what else? Ahh, yes, the time we got tipsed together! Hahah, I just HAVE to put that in. Well, on the last night of the three day trip, like everyone got drunk. I thought I would be the one getting pissed, but I ended up taking care of all these other pissed people, how does that work?! Anyway, me and Del got wwaaayy tipsed. And considering what we were talking about outside 7-11, if we had drank anymore, we might be more than just friends *nudge nudge wink wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm.....what else? Oh yeah, our endless nights of mahjong in our beds, then talking when the lights went out. Hahah, never forget the OMGs!!! Aiya! I miss everything so much!! :( If you had read this post earlier, then found it had mysteriously disappeared, then reappeared miraculously with change, it's because I was writing this on my sister's computer, but it screwed up so the data was lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, there's a lot more I could write about this gal, but that could take a lifetime, so I'm going to end it here. And to my new 6 week azn sister, I just want you to know, I'll never forget you, and I'll always treasure the memories of the times we spent together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-113947468709167484?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/113947468709167484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=113947468709167484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113947468709167484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113947468709167484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/02/about-everyone.html' title='About everyone'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-113835298828492290</id><published>2006-01-27T18:27:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:15:54.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>About the TTP (Taiwan Tour People)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some people laughed at me for being a nerd and going on a study tour during the longest holidays we have and learning stuff with a bunch of losers, when they can party all hols, get drunk, get laid, and lounge around like useless trash. Well I must say, 30% was learning, but the other 70% was getting drunk and......dunno about getting laid, and in general lounging around like useless trash, and torturing the FamilyMart guy. So there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah, as I said before, the next few posts are going to be about me in Taiwan, so for anyone who reads this and doesn't connect, where's what happened: my mum sent me on this study tour in Taiwan for the Christmas holidays of 2005. I must say, when I first heard about this tour, I wasn't very excited, probably because my mum was shoving me outta the house for the holidays. But since I am the nerd that I am, I didn't really mind going outta the country for a while. On the whole, I have no regrets about going there, no matter what. The only time I was having second thoughts was when I was stranded in the Taipei airport, wandering around like a lost sheepie. *baa!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Taiwan was totally awesome. See, I told you to come Olivia, but nnooo.........And yes I will torture you with every small detail about it. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-113835298828492290?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/113835298828492290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=113835298828492290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113835298828492290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113835298828492290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/01/about-ttp-taiwan-tour-people.html' title='About the TTP (Taiwan Tour People)'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-113835050650632535</id><published>2006-01-27T18:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:17:06.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Australia........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*sigh* And another school year starts. I can't believe it, grade 11 already. I don't think I can take this. After 6 weeks or generally lazing around, sleeping in class, playing cards, rocking up half an hour late, then suddenly wham! concentrate, homework, scary teachers! sheesh, my stupid chem teacher was standing beside the door with her marking book, then made half the class stay behind to finish off three questions worth of homework. Come on, it's only the third day, give us a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided to make this my online diary. I actually have a diary of my own, but i've written on it 13 times in about 4 years.......Anyway, everything I write here will be in general either describing things, or bitching. And everything on here will be absolute truth, so if you read something you don't like, deal with it! And I will be using real names so you will know EXACTLY who I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few posts will probably be all about Taiwan. So, let's get the party started in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-113835050650632535?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/113835050650632535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=113835050650632535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113835050650632535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113835050650632535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-australia.html' title='Back to Australia........'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-113750524211399805</id><published>2006-01-17T23:39:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:40:42.113+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!...</title><content type='html'>Well, technically speaking, my birthday was yesterday, according to the time in Taiwan. So I'm 15 and 1 days old!! Yay for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~karai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-113750524211399805?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/113750524211399805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=113750524211399805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113750524211399805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113750524211399805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-to-me_17.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!...'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20364619.post-113600714266170672</id><published>2005-12-31T15:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:56:11.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi!! I'm just starting this, and just posting for the hell of it before i go layout template shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~karai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20364619-113600714266170672?l=keii-remembers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/feeds/113600714266170672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20364619&amp;postID=113600714266170672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113600714266170672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20364619/posts/default/113600714266170672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keii-remembers.blogspot.com/2005/12/newbie.html' title='Newbie!!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e382/publicised-privacy/Miscellaneous/stars.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
