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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 20:23:44 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Are You Reading This?</title><description>A blog of a former student in Perth, currently working as a marketer/designer. Aspiring to be a better photographer so there's plenty of pictures.</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>376</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ryukodoku" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-4881244967049327804</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 06:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T14:43:26.963+08:00</atom:updated><title>quote</title><description>Just heard a great quote from Criminal Minds:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Scars remind us of where we've been; They don't have to dictate where we're going."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-4881244967049327804?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/quote.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-1695645491545933555</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 07:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-06T15:43:49.958+08:00</atom:updated><title>G C D</title><description>G.... C. D.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Simple simple chords.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Makes such a simple feeling a ten-fold.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't get what I'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Six strings. It plays my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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5 days. I can't wait =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-1695645491545933555?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/12/g-c-d.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-2667839288450066783</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 08:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T16:35:44.353+08:00</atom:updated><title>of burning bridges</title><description>I quit my restaurant job recently. I just think it's not worth it anymore. I mean... I'm 24 for god's sake... How long do I have to wait on tables for. It's just time for me to do something with my life. I've been careless. I've allowed myself to fall into a comfort zone. And by letting this happen, I let people take advantage of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though I am still rather clueless as to what I should do now, I feel better in a way. Weird, I know. But hell, I am the definition of weird. I would love to plan my life, but I love doing things spontaneously more. Sure, this is life. Life is hard. Life's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I say life's too short.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, of course I have to be financially stable and all. But I am a Psychology &amp;amp; Marketing major. It's like unconsciously I wanted to be mentally troubled and be forever stressed. If I wanted a more "normal" life which included a 9 to 5 job in a cubicle for the rest of my life (though never having to worry about money), I would've studied accounting. Both my parents are bankers... go figure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am the black sheep of not only my family. Compare me with the rest of my cousins, uncles, aunts... I am the only one who stands out. I think I would actually disappoint them if I got a 9 to 5 job, got married and have kids. Instead of "Wow, you're doing bla bla bla in Australia?!" I'd get "Oh, that's... good. (awkward silence) How's the weather there?". Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I used to hate being different. Now I'm loving every single bit of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-2667839288450066783?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-burning-bridges.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-4823190744800501111</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 13:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T21:49:22.950+08:00</atom:updated><title>三个字</title><description>Does she know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-4823190744800501111?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-4914723346283537674</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T23:25:49.613+08:00</atom:updated><title>bits and pieces</title><description>I've been thinking recently, what am I doing with my life? I've been working for almost 2 years now with the same old boring so-called-marketing job and of course with the usual waitressing shit. I hate to admit it but I'm getting tired. What to do... getting old la can?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What do I have to show for this 2 years after graduation? In fact, what do I really have after 23 years of being alive?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I seriously can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But hey, things should get better right? I'm too young for a mid life crisis, if this is one, doesn't that mean that my life expectancy is only at 56 years? Gosh, I AM thinking too much...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But as clueless as I am right now, I am rather happy. I've got a "stable" job, I have the qualifications, I enjoy my bubble tea &amp;amp; coffee with friends, the &lt;s&gt;occasional&lt;/s&gt; routine clubbing and hell, I've got a gorgeous girl to call mine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I just need a little more time to figure out what I can really do with myself. Too many issues at once nowadays... mainly financial issues. So many plans, so little money...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, life's unfair, I've already accepted that LOL.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Yeap, I've got a little business venture going on =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-4914723346283537674?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/bits-and-pieces.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-4888906302012843927</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 04:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T12:48:03.091+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><title>Genius Housemate?</title><description>It's a lovely Sunday morning and Sam just woke up and was making breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;
Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;
Me: *sees an egg in a bowl of water* "Is that a half-boiled egg?"&lt;br /&gt;
Sam: "No, it's a FULL-boiled egg"&lt;br /&gt;
Me: *blink blink* "Don't you mean HARD-boiled egg?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-4888906302012843927?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/10/genius-housemate_11.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-783214373873629159</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T23:23:24.362+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>of fighting and winning</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxy0y6KA7EQ/SreX8LiuMkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/GEqwHpB2fn4/s1600-h/uniboth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxy0y6KA7EQ/SreX8LiuMkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/GEqwHpB2fn4/s320/uniboth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mainichi mo, anata no soba ni iru.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hontou ni, shiawase desu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;arigatou. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-783214373873629159?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-fighting-and-winning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxy0y6KA7EQ/SreX8LiuMkI/AAAAAAAAA6g/GEqwHpB2fn4/s72-c/uniboth.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-6113653647929960755</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 12:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-19T20:19:53.830+08:00</atom:updated><title>cruel to be kind</title><description>I actually did think a lot before I decided to write this. Because I have to consider the feelings of 2 people. 1 who is very important, the other, I really don't give a rat's arse but it will affect the one who is important.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you really care about her, really love her like how you've said in the past, present and in the potential future, you should know how she thinks and how she feels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You've just become insensitive and really just emotionally rash in whatever you've done. You think by sending her that sms today would make yourself feel better? I know you're now wallowing in guilt and wishing you could just crawl into a ball and die.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then again, you could've wanted to do that just so that you MIGHT get SOME kind of attention from her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Guess what &lt;b&gt;boy&lt;/b&gt;, grow a pair of balls and man up. I'm more than a man than you will ever be. (Now, THAT is a personal attack direct to you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-6113653647929960755?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/09/cruel-to-be-kind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-2719854514929517369</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 11:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T19:22:53.240+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>it's a funny thing</title><description>Everything really does happen for a reason. If there really is a God, then I finally understand why I went through the things I did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes, God sends people who are clearly wrong for you, bad for you even. But there is always a reason behind it all. I can truly see it now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He sent someone who was just an introduction to love for me, then there was the one who was so important that I couldn't breathe without her. And just because I couldn't breathe, He took her away to teach me that I can indeed stand on my own 2 feet. And she taught me that even if 2 people were in love, it doesn't mean that they must be together.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then there was the one where I had to hide in the shadows with, I'm surprised I lasted that long. But I learned that I could make a difference in other people's lives and even help them to be a better person. Along came the not-right-for-you-but-you-are-just-desperate-enough-to-accept. I don't think I need to explain that now, do I?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The one who really seemed like THE ONE came along. I learned that when I am blind, I'm not only blind, but crazy even. The one who made me throw everything aside but somehow I knew it would just end. I just refused to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then it all went downhill. I lost hope. I couldn't care anymore thus resulting in 2 disastrous ones. One worse off by a mile than the other. And I am just too tired to give anything a try anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now I realized why I met all those people. And why I had to go through everything.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
God purposely sent me all the wrong and seemed-to-be-right-but-were-wrong people because he wanted me to recognize the right one when I see her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Guess what, she's perfect =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-2719854514929517369?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-funny-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-67548144696297108</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 06:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T14:49:35.951+08:00</atom:updated><title>if you could only see in the mirror...</title><description>...what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words, no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple silence broken by piano keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made me see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kono sekai wa, hontou ni kirei... zembu anata no tame ni.&lt;br /&gt;ore zutto anata no soba ni iru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shinjitekure yo. ore no ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-67548144696297108?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-could-only-see-in-mirror.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-1653779529670911189</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T22:05:59.744+08:00</atom:updated><title>perfect.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slow down girl your not going anywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just wait around and see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I am much more&lt;/span&gt; you never know what lies ahead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I promise I can be anyone I can be anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just because you were hurt doesn't mean you shouldn't bleed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can be anyone anything I promise I can be what you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vulnerable by Secondhand Serenade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-1653779529670911189?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/08/perfect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-6010000324121094932</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 08:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T16:34:19.700+08:00</atom:updated><title>Hope &amp; Faith</title><description>I will get through with just Hope &amp;amp; Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already lost myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've seen the former me, please tell her that she needs to come home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-6010000324121094932?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/07/hope-faith.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-7540157437531650689</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 08:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T16:18:05.583+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><title>Blur case housemate</title><description>This is what makes living with such blur housemates fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sam: *knocks on my room door* Vern!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *opens my room door* Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Sam: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you in the toilet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*points at the toilet door*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blink blink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3 seconds of silence-&lt;/blockquote&gt;Did you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it again, SLOWLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&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/13466811-7540157437531650689?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/blur-case-housemate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-5880178011906845865</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T00:23:32.893+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><title>Customers Say the Darnest Things</title><description>This conversation took place while I was working. A customer walked in with her family, her husband and 2 kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per normal, I greeted them and asked the first question that we're supposed to ask: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you like to go on the sushi train&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaiten belt/revolving conveyor belt/turn turn sushi/Japanese merry-go-round/whatever-the-fuck-you-wanna-call-dishes-going-round-and-round-on-a-moving-belt&lt;/span&gt;)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband wanted to give it a try but the wife gave me a very skeptical and concerned look. And then she asked "Are the sushi fresh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her yes because it was about 6pm and the chefs were preparing the lot for the dinner crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she added &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I want really fresh sushi, like cold ones."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head I went "WTF?!?!?!?!?!" but my mouth just went "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the husband came to the rescue and said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Honey, fresh sushi is warm, if it's cold it means it has been sitting in the fridge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I tried so so so so so so so so so hard not to laugh in her face. ARE YOU STUPID WOMAN?!?!?! DO YOU KNOW HOW SUSHI IS MADE?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN FRESH SUSHI BE COLD!??!?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't exactly cook rice using a fridge, dip the nori (seaweed) into ice water and freeze every single goddamned ingredient before rolling it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I know. I'm mean. But hey, this shows that customer service is sooooooooooooo not the field for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is funny how when a customer walks in and we start shouting "IRASHAIMASE!" ("welcome" in Japanese) and the whole restaurant staff chimes in. That's not the funny part. What's funny is that sometimes when we see that there are no Asians in the shop, one of us (usually my MANAGER) would yell out "DIU LEI LOU MOU" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know Cantonese, go ask a friend who does XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-5880178011906845865?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/customers-say-darnest-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-8687771648082794658</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 05:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-30T13:33:25.791+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><title>The Impossible Has Happened?</title><description>Saw &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSTRE53S6G120090429"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; piece of news and I'm rather shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds losing a lawsuit over the use of the prefix "Mc" in MALAYSIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The defendant: McCurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, am I the only one who finds this amusing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain okay? The judge who overruled McDonalds was Judge Gopal Sri Ram. McDonalds is such a huge ass corporation that you'd they they'd try to at least bribe the judge right? But noooooooo... They lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what was the defendant's defense? McCurry stands for Malaysian Chicken Curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!!!!! No wonder McDonalds couldn't bribe the judge, HE LOVED CURRY TOO MUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lame, I know. Don't read this post then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Too late! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-8687771648082794658?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/impossible-has-happened.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-6014769124874577104</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 15:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-28T23:51:35.297+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rants</category><title>MIA</title><description>Sorry I've been MIA for so long. Been rather busy with work, I'm dead exhausted by the time I'm home. Project365 can no longer carry on because I can barely lift my baby Alpha anymore =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to entertain you guys, I shall be blogging about my experiences working in ZushiBento Carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 3 Things I Learned in ZB:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hungry customers are not nice people.&lt;/span&gt; Seriously woman, if another table got up and went towards the sushi train and SAT DOWN even before I could do anything, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO??? Sure, the customers changed their mind, WHAT CAN I DO ABOUT THAT?!?!?! CAN YOU TELL ME?!?!?! If that's not bad enough, the husband was complaining about waiting so long, I said there's a table ready, I just need 2 minutes to clear it and they can have it to their heart's content. OMG, JUST 2 MINUTES YOU FUCKING AUSTRALIAN RETARDED REDNECK! He just went on and on and on and on about having waited so long. Excuse me, I need 2 minutes to clean the table FOR YOU. Or if you'd rather stand there and complain to me for 2 minutes, be my guest, don't fucking blame me if someone gets the table AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People in Perth don't bother reading. &lt;/span&gt;ESPECIALLY ASIANS! OMG, not like I don't wanna help my own race, but seriously, there's a HUGE ASS SIGN that says "PLEASE WAIT TO BE SEATED, THANK YOU". I mean, you can see that the place is already small enough, SO WHY DO YOU WANNA CROWD IN THE SMALL WALKWAY?!?!?! I know, kiasu ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Younger Asian women who appear with older Caucasian guys think that they're better than everyone else.&lt;/span&gt; With their branded bags and noses so high up in the air, they forget that people just see them as an Asian whore. What? I'm being mean? Come deal with one of these women THEN talk to me. Kthxbai.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I know, I'm actually ranting in this note, but hey, feels gooooooooooooooooooooooood to do so ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-6014769124874577104?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/mia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-904479384858560206</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-07T00:52:42.640+08:00</atom:updated><title>'twas a full moon last night.</title><description>Things couldn't have gotten any worse today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was truly, truly, TRULY fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a fucked up day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a good evening. Nothing clears my head better than to lie down &amp;amp; forget the world with beautiful views of the city. And not forgetting great company =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;あなたにも、ありがとうね。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-904479384858560206?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/twas-full-moon-last-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-8792075213633139380</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 13:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-05T22:07:02.016+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">project365</category><title>of guitars and lonely notes.</title><description>Been fiddling with my guitar more than usual. But still not to the point where my fingers bleed, they're just really really sore. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering getting another one, maybe an Epiphone. Yes, still in love with LP after all these years. What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on Project365:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97021385@N00/3413935555/" title="No. 20 by rkodoku, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 425px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3542/3413935555_bdbcb52e3e_o.jpg" alt="No. 20" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veron =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97021385@N00/3414741670/" title="No. 21 by rkodoku, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3345/3414741670_4b0e1a27c8_o.jpg" alt="No. 21" width="290" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was... different. Nice, just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97021385@N00/3414741920/" title="No. 22 by rkodoku, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3580/3414741920_b8fbc03f81_o.jpg" alt="No. 22" width="425" height="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soft shell crab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97021385@N00/3413936327/" title="No. 23 by rkodoku, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3300/3413936327_7f5295d145_o.jpg" alt="No. 23" width="425" height="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teppanyaki Beef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, had dinner at this Japanese place called Yoshiya in the city. Overpriced and seriously, not as good as I thought it would be. Shall stick to Matsuri next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here I go again, I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been 7 months and counting, you've moved on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still feel exactly the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-8792075213633139380?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-guitars-and-lonely-notes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-8538096132547597988</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-02T00:14:00.192+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><title>anonymous numbers.</title><description>Got this idea from Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I want to tell a few people but do not have the guts to. I think they should know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You're my first love and you will always have a special place in my heart but I can't just pick up where we left off because my heart is no longer there. Even if it was, it's broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It all happened so fast and I can barely remember what happened but I'm glad we're still friends. I hope Jun Xi grows up to be a good man unlike his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You were a rebound. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Two words, drunken mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You didn't just break my heart, you stomped on it, spit on it and left it in a corner to be forgotten. But you taught me a lot about relationships and I want to thank you for helping make me the person I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I think I screwed up your head and emotions a little too much but I think everything worked out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You made me realize that I appear in people's lives for a reason and I'm glad you finally stood up and said "No" for a change. I just wished it wasn't said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There's no reason, I just do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-8538096132547597988?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/anonymous-numbers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-7274029290314243329</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-01T22:57:19.658+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photoshoot</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">project365</category><title>Project365: a week's load</title><description>Been way behind Project365, but here it is =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97021385@N00/3403839727/" title="No.13 by rkodoku, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3403839727_986c718f8c_o.jpg" alt="No.13" width="425" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natural candid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this picture of Sharon when I went for dim sum with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97021385@N00/3403839959/" title="No.14 by rkodoku, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3403839959_b07612320a_o.jpg" alt="No.14" width="284" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;South Perth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place I enjoy going to clear my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97021385@N00/3404650300/" title="No.15 by rkodoku, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3630/3404650300_d38a77dfd5_o.jpg" alt="No.15" width="284" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97021385@N00/3404650380/" title="No.16 by rkodoku, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3460/3404650380_f25dacfa31_o.jpg" alt="No.16" width="425" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interesting stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesha's friend, can't remember his name. A very nice and funny guy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97021385@N00/3403840359/" title="No.17 by rkodoku, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3425/3403840359_aefdb53828_o.jpg" alt="No.17" width="425" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The mirror that talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97021385@N00/3403840463/" title="No.18 by rkodoku, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3459/3403840463_086693b9ff_o.jpg" alt="No.18" width="425" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile like no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the smiley face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97021385@N00/3404650792/" title="No.19 by rkodoku, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3557/3404650792_e054eb9658_o.jpg" alt="No.19" width="425" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A sight that I never get tired of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. no tripod was used ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, all the pictures up till today. A very happy birthday to my best friend/brother, Tee Han. I'll see you in Adelaide soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1st of April eh? I don't need to be fooled to know I'm a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-7274029290314243329?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/project365-weeks-load.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-5660640200265732699</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 05:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-01T13:59:06.931+08:00</atom:updated><title>coffee &amp; cigarettes.</title><description>it's as if time stood still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-5660640200265732699?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/coffee-cigarettes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-7767230009673674289</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T00:35:55.031+08:00</atom:updated><title>smile?</title><description>so this is what it feels like to have my heart ripped out&lt;br /&gt;but the hand which ripped it out is trying to make it still beat&lt;br /&gt;like out of my body but still alive&lt;br /&gt;bleeding but still beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J, you owe me nothing. don't be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-7767230009673674289?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-202400792405557021</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-28T22:24:34.187+09:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>7 months.</title><description>Still here. Don't ever want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can love you this much so far away, imagine what I could be if you felt the same way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i must be crazy to fall for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to fall after only seeing you twice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you stole my heart that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and every single time you look my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that if I can see you everyday, I will fall in love 365 times in a year... every single time, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-202400792405557021?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-months.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-741291404794650130</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 14:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T23:46:27.745+09:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birthday</category><title>My muse.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't sleep, i think of how you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you're happy, if you're wishing on a star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i would make a wish, a wish for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that she would love you, more than i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delays in Project365. I'm just way too tired to snap anything now. What I wouldn't give for a beer... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights people... and sweet dreams to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to aL aka aLi aka aliham!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Happy getting CREAMED!!! Will upload an edited version of your birthday pic later ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-741291404794650130?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-muse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13466811.post-7856207293656944698</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T00:19:35.503+09:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birthday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">project365</category><title>Project365: No.12</title><description>Things have been up &amp;amp; down lately. Then again, life is a roller coaster. Still I try to enjoy as much of it as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/97021385@N00/3385319988/" title="No.12 by rkodoku, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 290px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3191/3385319988_f0f95823aa_o.jpg" alt="No.12" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowing I'm loved =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday @pril!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you get your abs soon. And yes, I swear I'll get nice biceps XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;kau selalu di hati , tidak ku dekati ,&lt;br /&gt;dua dunia kita berbeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13466811-7856207293656944698?l=areureadingthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://areureadingthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/project365-no12.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-R·K-)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
