<?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-5249266</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:12:59.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis love that drives people mad....</title><subtitle type='html'>this is a blog that few know and even fewer visit. my mind is an extremely private enclosure and i intent to keep it that way</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-906485226171434949</id><published>2011-03-21T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T03:28:13.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I always thought I would never have the courage to do it. To tell her once and for all I really cannot wait anymore. She always says put myself in her shoes and I have, from all angles and perspectives. Whatever she wanted, I could have given her. Anything at all. But still she was indecisive. I tried to be patient, to be understanding but I really wanted to have the assurance from her that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/906485226171434949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/906485226171434949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2011_03_20_archive.html#906485226171434949' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-6305977458577519615</id><published>2011-03-07T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T09:41:52.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>havent written for a long time..wonder if anyone stills read this blog. i told xiao long nu about this blog before and it occurred to me i should start writing down my thoughts cause i have no one to tell my thoughts and feelings to anyway. everyone have their own problems and I have always portrayed myself as the strong one so everyone always thinks i can take care of myself. I help those who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/6305977458577519615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/6305977458577519615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2011_03_06_archive.html#6305977458577519615' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-114595987163472213</id><published>2006-04-25T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T03:11:11.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its really frustrating actually.Think about it, you try to have a simple relationship with another person. Just a normal everyday relationship between a guy and a girl. U just want to keep it quiet, personal, just the two of us. If we have any problems, we will settle it ourselves. If we have joy we will celebrate between ourselves and our group of friends.But as my fate would have it, people has</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/114595987163472213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/114595987163472213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114595987163472213' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-114491746974373986</id><published>2006-04-13T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T01:37:49.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe you did not know the sun shone especially brighter today,Or that the air smelt especially fresh.Maybe you woke up this morning,Needing much more rest.Maybe you crossed the road today, and thought of what to have for lunch.Fried rice or wontan mee?Its just my little hunch.Maybe when you saw me right across the desk today, maybe you smiled,Maybe you laughed.Maybe you wanted to rush overAnd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/114491746974373986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/114491746974373986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2006_04_09_archive.html#114491746974373986' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-113750872180105867</id><published>2006-01-17T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T06:38:41.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is my last post in this blog. In friendster 2. And am going to change my number soon too.Since this is what everyone says I like to do. I'm going to do it.MiaFucking disappointed......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/113750872180105867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/113750872180105867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2006_01_15_archive.html#113750872180105867' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-113717466634241532</id><published>2006-01-13T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:51:06.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Temperature 24 Degrees"You know, I should be so used to this.All this hate, this anger, this disappointment. But I'm not. Again and again, it brings me down.Today i had one of the most profound experiences in my life. I never imagined such pain and shame all at the same time. And again, it was someone close to me who brought me this.But its alright."I like my new room. A bit of retro-ish feel to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/113717466634241532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/113717466634241532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113717466634241532' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-113591261435866827</id><published>2005-12-29T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:16:54.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life is starting to turn out much better. am going to gym more frequently now as planet fitness is available for me free of charge due to my emplyment with ocbc. monetary issues are somewhat settled with just one important thing left to do actually.work wise im shagged out but i feel its just a cycle i have to get used to.some bad habits are coming out but I can still handle them and keep the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/113591261435866827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/113591261435866827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_12_25_archive.html#113591261435866827' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-113264476118582216</id><published>2005-11-21T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:32:41.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watched Closer.She remarked i was like dan.I agree.The romantic always loses out in the end.  You can love someone passionately. That love and that passion will only drive them away. Cause if you dont know how to show it, or you show it at the wrong time, you will only stand to lose this game of love.Dan lost both girls in the end. Even the one who loved him the most.Even the one who loved him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/113264476118582216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/113264476118582216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113264476118582216' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-113134047018354853</id><published>2005-11-06T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:14:30.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone get me a new skin...this one is old and mouldy i can smell the rot.Old friends give me a call. I'm in one of my nostalgic moods again.I miss being a child.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/113134047018354853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/113134047018354853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113134047018354853' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-113013810235923551</id><published>2005-10-24T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T00:15:02.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling really peculiar lately. Have been out for almost a month already, yet my life seems to be degenerating. This isn't what i envisioned! This wasn't the plan! I have gone from bad to worst in my own opinion. I feel like i'm wasting too much time, too much energy and too much of everything else doing nothing.I want to go forward. Far forward. School's pushed back already. But i havent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/113013810235923551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/113013810235923551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113013810235923551' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-112862280012363943</id><published>2005-10-06T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T11:20:00.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In SpiritThough you don't live next door,though you're five blocks away,You're still here in my thoughtsevery week, every day.When events of the daycause this soul to despair,just the sound of your voicemakes them easy to bear.When I don't have the luxuryof feeling your soft touchor taking in your scent,which I appreciate so much,I need only look backat the times we have hadto wonder ifI'veany </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112862280012363943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112862280012363943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112862280012363943' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-112660559570540360</id><published>2005-09-13T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T02:59:55.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is my last paper.For a short while, time seems to bemoving so slowly. Planning to move this week. Planning to find a night job this week. Planning so mnay things this week but time seems to be on a standstill now.I want to study for my advertising exam. I have confidence, but I'm not really feeling it. My mind seems to be pre-occupied by a zillion other things, not lest my mother.Too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112660559570540360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112660559570540360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112660559570540360' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-112626001748095482</id><published>2005-09-09T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T03:00:17.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looking for a place to stay is so frightening when assesing your own financial status.Home is nw like a war zone. I dread going home.Friends have been asking me why wont i stand up to my mum and tell her what i want.  She's my mum, no matter how unreasonable she is, i can never muster enough courage nor disrespect to scold her, or scream at her. I can never be like my brother. I will only suffer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112626001748095482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112626001748095482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112626001748095482' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-112607258312790273</id><published>2005-09-06T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:56:23.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These few days have been traumatic for me.First, i once again gave a very poor showing of myself at a public venue. Secondly, I'm sick. Thirdly, my mom and i had another big fight again.Am looking for a place now to stay. I can't stay in a place where my freedom and my life is restricted. I will stiff. Feel powerless to pursue my dreams. My goals. I feel like i'm weighed down by the burdens of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112607258312790273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112607258312790273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112607258312790273' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-112530687793851827</id><published>2005-08-29T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T02:14:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finish my show. Am so touched by all the people who turned up for the past 4 days. Really really happy at whats been done and i'm sure this play will remain in my memory forever. Or at least it will on my resume. But the support i got from my friends who turned, some who even paid full price -- you guys know who you are -- from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU!It means a lot for a performer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112530687793851827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112530687793851827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112530687793851827' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-112475438672718315</id><published>2005-08-22T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T16:46:26.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>www.richardchua.name/boys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112475438672718315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112475438672718315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112475438672718315' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-112119284289955203</id><published>2005-07-12T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T11:27:22.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BalloonI think that I might fly away, in my hot air balloon,And hide from worldly worries on the dark side of the moon;There’s but one thing I need before I float into the blue:I need a sky companion and I want it to be you.We’ll fly beyond the storm clouds and we’ll watch from up above,I’ll cover you in rainbows as we feel each others’ love;You’ll shower in the stars at midnight in our special </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112119284289955203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112119284289955203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112119284289955203' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-112032066101155075</id><published>2005-07-02T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T09:11:01.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe i should have anticipated this.It happened again.Maybe i should have avoided this.She up and leftAgain.Times have changed.She's getting a lot of attention from other guys now.Who am I?Maybe i should call her again when I'm Rich,Famous,Or when I'm Older.Maybe then would she be interested.I got no time to entertain your whims and fancy now.I need to work.I need to rest.I need you to just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112032066101155075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/112032066101155075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#112032066101155075' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111997666213481861</id><published>2005-06-28T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T09:37:42.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We met today. Out of the blue she came back again. I half anticipated that she would disappear again like she has over the past 7 years. But she did turn up.She looked different. Smaller, much thinner, hair now rebonded straight. But her smile never changed. Its still obviously her.Strange how somethings can change in the world but some things just seem to never age. Its been so long...so many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111997666213481861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111997666213481861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#111997666213481861' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111986991649081642</id><published>2005-06-27T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T03:58:36.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hands up those who have seen the mtv for ye zhi.Not many?Its a mtv about this gal who has the talent in singing and it starts as she and her bf were outside a building waiting to go for an audition for singers. While practising outside, she gets nervous and her voice got tight. Her bf told her to relax. She says she's thinking about what if she makes it as a star, wouldn't it be difficult for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111986991649081642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111986991649081642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#111986991649081642' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111897461270971325</id><published>2005-06-16T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T10:25:02.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strange that i have been blogging for so long and yet i still cant figure out how to upload photos into my friendster. Strange but very true. However, seems i have an affinity for not taking photos i guess it should not affect me much. Yet it gnaws at me whenever i stumble upon the blogsites of some still drooling puberscent teens and discover worringly that somehow they have all mastered the art</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111897461270971325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111897461270971325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111897461270971325' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111764948042394482</id><published>2005-06-01T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:11:20.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder who reads my blog. Its that strange fascination of the performer with the audience. Maybe i'm just wondering if anyone cares to view this page. Maybe i should install an ip tracker. Wouldn't that be fun. Send a message suddenly to the person who is viewing my page, "hey GOTCCHA!"Mad..seriously mad ah me.Really a lotta work now. School work is building up too. I have already pissed two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111764948042394482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111764948042394482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111764948042394482' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111708404911546471</id><published>2005-05-25T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:07:29.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school has started already. Everything is so boring. I have learned or have knowledge about all the subjects. Lack motivation really to do well in these subjects. I really hope these 2 years will quickly paa cause i just need the diploma to carry on with my job or look for new prospects. studying is really affecting my work life now. I enjoy working. really, the feeling of earning money is better</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111708404911546471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111708404911546471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111708404911546471' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111653128650919091</id><published>2005-05-19T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T12:34:46.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To sleep or not to sleep.gotta go meet a client at 9 so gotta leave at 7. time now is 330 am. three and a half hours of sleep. Hmm...think i shall not sleep.Havent blog in a long time. Why? Cause i have been busy like hell with work. Work = calling up leads and meeting clients to close deals. My hope is that i will receive 15 closed deals. But thats just an ideal situation. More feasibly we are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111653128650919091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111653128650919091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111653128650919091' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111562383179299411</id><published>2005-05-09T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T00:30:31.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????......???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111562383179299411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111562383179299411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111562383179299411' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111505307264737699</id><published>2005-05-02T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T09:57:52.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>going to phuket the weekend before school reopens. Finally get to go overseas. Am sourcing for tickets and accomodation pricing now. Hopefully within budget.Am torn now. Will speak again here soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111505307264737699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111505307264737699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111505307264737699' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111488585778044753</id><published>2005-04-30T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T11:30:57.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got into the second round today.But I'm not going for the it.Its on next sat. Which means she will be there. And so will him. Plus I will be at cineleisure hosting. So i'm gonna give the second round a miss. Took part cause of her anyway actually. Not really very interested in whether i got through or not now.But looking at David tao today really made me sit back and wonder about all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111488585778044753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111488585778044753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111488585778044753' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111477678229449960</id><published>2005-04-29T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T09:48:36.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shagged out. absolutely.had no idea wakeboarding is SO ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC!!! yeah its expensive and hell, I'm so shagged out at the end of the day i can barely think straight. But woohoO!!!! HAHA!! ITS FUN!! Man to get pulled by a v8 engine powerboat with feets in boards and surfing over the water (damm salty punggol river) feels out of this world!! I would really love to try it again sometime </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111477678229449960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111477678229449960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111477678229449960' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111435750372859788</id><published>2005-04-24T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T08:45:03.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tiramisu is on channel U now. Watching it and smiling bitterly.This show was one of my fav chinese shows of all. And i rarely -- MUCH EMPHASIS ON RARELY -- praise any chinese movie. Especially one that stars the horrible actor nicholas tse.Karena lam however, is one of the movies redeeming factors. For those who have no idea who Karena lam is, please find the nearest wall and proceed to bang your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111435750372859788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111435750372859788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111435750372859788' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111394038482114361</id><published>2005-04-19T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T12:54:13.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>S Diary. (nc16)This girl gets manipulated into believing that these three guys were with her because they loved her. Turns out they were just in it for the sex. When she 'wakes up' and smells the coffee, she demands from three of them -- years after all three have broken up with her -- that they pay her back all the money that she has spent on them, quite a lot of which seems to be on hotels. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111394038482114361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111394038482114361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111394038482114361' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111377006212097256</id><published>2005-04-17T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T13:34:22.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whatever it was, today was the last straw. I have taken the presents and thrown one and given the other out. I will tell ya guys what but now I'm just too ... how should i say it? Overwhelmed? Well, too flabbergasted to write things down. But I am giving up. I harboured hopes of getting back with her. Till today. Why? Perhaps i will tell you guys one day perhaps i will not. But whatever it is, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111377006212097256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111377006212097256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111377006212097256' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111347361332472010</id><published>2005-04-13T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T09:16:44.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*todays joint horoscope*You and kArEn can overcome any bumps on the road.You two usually see pretty much eye to eye, but this is an unusual situation. A little conflict in a friendship is to be expected, though -- and can actually be constructive. Don't get bent out of shape, and stick to the issue at hand (no name-calling!); you may have quite an interesting debate (though it's unlikely anyone's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111347361332472010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111347361332472010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111347361332472010' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111338675947873939</id><published>2005-04-13T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T03:08:25.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday after meeting her and passing her wat was supposed to be our second month present, I sort of felt part of my whole sink to a new low. When she gave me a hug as she was about to leave, i could sense the detachment again. I still can't bring myself to accept how fast things have changed. How everything seemed to have turned 360 degrees within the space of a few days. Had i given her this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111338675947873939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111338675947873939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111338675947873939' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111325003419629290</id><published>2005-04-11T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:26:09.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is going to quite a long entry.listening to Maxwell now...beautiful. Sad. Makes me think about wandering aimlessly at night just drinking and crying. I would if my feet didnt hurt.THESE ARE THE TOP TEN SIGNS THAT YOU ARE IN LOVE10. Time is an eternity when you're without them9. Time stops when you're with them8. The thought of them makes you shiver7. The sound of them makes you smile6. When </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111325003419629290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111325003419629290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111325003419629290' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111272181435251060</id><published>2005-04-05T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T10:23:34.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Family has always been one of the most important aspect of my life.But my bro...he is the most selfish person ever... he earns more than me now per month yet he still refuse to contribute at all to the family expenses. Keep arguing with my mum saying she has no right to ask him to contribute. Says its her duty. Fuck, i have never taken money from her since i was 16 and though im not earning much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111272181435251060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111272181435251060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111272181435251060' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111256225037349025</id><published>2005-04-03T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T14:04:10.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ten rules for staying with her.1. Don't ask her to be feminine.2. Don't ask her to drink over three glasses of alcohol.3. At a cafe, drink coffee instead of coke.4. If she hits you, act like it hurts. If it hurts act like it doesn't5. On 100th day together, give her a rose in class.6. Learn fencing and squash.7. Be prepared to go to prison sometimes.8. If she says she'll kill you dont take her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111256225037349025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111256225037349025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111256225037349025' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111150851670331520</id><published>2005-03-22T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T08:21:56.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exam on thurs. one paper before blissful freedom till next semester. Will use this time to really try and catch up on my work. Will be entering into a couple of competitions. One with channel u, though singing is not really my forte, am joing it to accompany b. The other one is organised by channel news asia. That im really excited. I have always wanted to host a tv program. This will be fun and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111150851670331520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111150851670331520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111150851670331520' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111125678621752464</id><published>2005-03-19T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T10:26:26.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i saw a girl cry when i was taking the mrt home today. Obviously in tears because of relationship problem as i overheard bits of her complaining to her friends over the phone. This, in retrospect after i watched hitch, sent me thinking a bit about my own relationship.people will say hey, this is the part of a relationship where you guys work out the differences, iron out the kinks. holiday is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111125678621752464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111125678621752464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111125678621752464' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-111077449117556895</id><published>2005-03-13T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:28:11.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>these few weeks have been real hectic..deadlines to meet, work to do, tq to prepare for. after these two weeks, life would be more serene already. i have things to say here but now i have got lots of other stuff in my mind. cant really write coherently here.will do when ihave the time..and the creative space in moi mind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111077449117556895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/111077449117556895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111077449117556895' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110992245879687498</id><published>2005-03-03T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:47:38.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everywhere you turn you face disappointments. You know, deep inside yourself that there are things which won't go your way. There are millions, zillions of things that are out of your control. Some things you can only wish and pray to whatever god you worship, will turn out the way you want it to be.I lost the jurong point job. It was a job that would have paid my bills for the next 4-5 months. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110992245879687498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110992245879687498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110992245879687498' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110977755888511288</id><published>2005-03-02T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T07:32:38.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was a sort of reality check today. I went for the face audition but i didnt get through. Not bec of my face. But cause i was too skinny. In a room of guys who were bigger and taller than me, i was a wee bit midget-ty. i was told by sunny to go bulk up then he will enter me into urban male. I thought about what he said and then i sighed.Whats talent when all you have to do is go bulk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110977755888511288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110977755888511288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110977755888511288' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110952331773504600</id><published>2005-02-27T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T08:55:17.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>20th march -- finals of talentquest 2005.I'm going to be one of the hosts of the above event, finalist of emcee category mah. Im sort of wondering who will come. I know b will...and since she bought two tix she wil bring someone along. Course there will be a little ''publicity'' done, this entry being one of them. But as to who will really make the effort to buy the ticket from me and go, now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110952331773504600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110952331773504600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110952331773504600' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110904733033871404</id><published>2005-02-21T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:42:10.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you can't help but just sit back and sigh with content and remark about how perfect life is.I have been sick for the past few days, starting with a sore throat on sun followed by full blown fever plus vomitting and diarreaoh yesterday. It was a terrible, absolutely horrendous experience. I could not walk straight, nor could i eat anything at all. Am feeling much better now, due in much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110904733033871404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110904733033871404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110904733033871404' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110870993775579791</id><published>2005-02-17T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T22:58:57.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tomorrow is the first round of hosting..a bit nervous but generally confident. should not disappoint myself. Had lunch with her at SIM. She looks a bit shaky but ok. At least tonight we will together and she should be asleep by the time we get home, so she wont think so much. Have to take it one step at a time now.Be brave b..work load aint so much now..so can relax a bit and hopefully send out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110870993775579791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110870993775579791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110870993775579791' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110865804756099449</id><published>2005-02-17T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T08:34:07.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We went out in her car tday. Was suppose to go chinatown but we ended up taking a tour of orchard instead it seems. Rush hour traffic drove us two bonkers but we had a good laugh about it. We did find the market in the end and we had a small, intimate feast. Chu chang fen, char kway teo, bar chor mee, and guo tie. Went to walk around after that. It was happy, carefree and blissful. It was like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110865804756099449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110865804756099449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110865804756099449' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110857339256520684</id><published>2005-02-16T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T09:03:12.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm officially attached.Its going to be tough. But hey, its the process that makes the result all the more sweeter.I'm going to try.She's going to try too.Lets hope this is going to be a memorable journey.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110857339256520684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110857339256520684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110857339256520684' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110848641741045158</id><published>2005-02-15T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T08:53:37.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>karen is my secondary school junior. I'm three years her senior. My impression of her in secondary school was that she wa a complete nerb with specs and oversized skirt. She would complete any stereotype you have of a typical studious kid. Her friend was interested in me and that was how i knew her. We didnt talk much during that time. Anyway i graduated shortly after she came into boon lay so we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110848641741045158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110848641741045158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110848641741045158' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110831567293256905</id><published>2005-02-13T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T09:27:52.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss you.tday is vday. happy vday everyone. to all singles out there, dispair not cause somewhere in the world theres someone whos just like you, sad, angry and cursing fate.am in a funk. heart is sore. cant seem to do anything. xcept sit and stare.and wonder.and think.and tear.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110831567293256905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110831567293256905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110831567293256905' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110745098814985653</id><published>2005-02-03T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T09:16:28.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got into the talentquest finals. will be competing at jurong point next next weekend. nervous? yeah..but confident. i will whack them all.x'solut is on its way to being born. i wanna try and make this good.love life? haha.. no one wants me enough to be with me it seems.studies? wAAAYYYYYYYYYYY behind...shits..money? none...career? too early to tell....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110745098814985653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110745098814985653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110745098814985653' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110726718700794454</id><published>2005-02-01T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T06:13:07.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think im in love.i went toa payoh today to meet moi old friend. havent seen her since she gave birth to her son. haha..shes gotten so fat already!! she treated me to sakae and we caught up on old times. haha talked about last time when we were together and how we decided after several attempts that we were much better off as good friends. i knew her too well and vice versa. Guess being born </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110726718700794454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110726718700794454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110726718700794454' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110705893289908670</id><published>2005-01-29T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T20:22:12.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i haven't talked to my brother in more than a week. It all happened when he lost his 11b and i refused to lend him mind for him to go into camp. one reason is i wanted him to learn what to do in such situations so that he would know how to react in the future. Another reason was that if he were caught entering camp with my 11b, both he and i would be punished severely. Since then he has never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110705893289908670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110705893289908670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110705893289908670' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110670825495187035</id><published>2005-01-25T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:57:34.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An excerpt from the Beautiful Mind which I find thoroughly fascinating and infinitely humorous."A lot of people don't like me because I'm too direct." -- Nash"Try me" -- Nash's Girlfriend"Alright. I find you attractive. Your aggressive move towards me indicates that you feel the same way. However, ritual determines that we engage in a series of platonic activities before we have sex. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110670825495187035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110670825495187035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110670825495187035' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110619593781168177</id><published>2005-01-19T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T20:40:53.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am going china black tonight. dont think will be going long though. am sick of clubbing already.. chilling with wine is perfect. hmm come to think about it, maybe i will just sit at the bar, get a bottle of wine and just sip away the night. everyone seems to be attached or have appointments already, so i guess im gonna be alone.bachelor life is not that bad actually. though lonely, there is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110619593781168177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110619593781168177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110619593781168177' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110606152114173685</id><published>2005-01-18T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T07:18:41.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>starting filming for 'my sassy neighbour' tomorrow. no doubt supporting role onli but hope will be step towards bigger things.hope things go well tomorrow.sleep.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110606152114173685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110606152114173685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110606152114173685' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110533410661898182</id><published>2005-01-09T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T21:15:06.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  am using my laptop now. listen MY LAPTOP!! woo wee...!!  to those oblivious to my joy, i'm so happy because my laptop was in repair for almost two weeks during which i had to fight constantly with my two brothers for the use of the desktop.  The worst thing was that the desktop didn't have microsoft office!! So i couldn't do any power point presentations or even view and print them..thank god </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110533410661898182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110533410661898182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110533410661898182' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110485412212387674</id><published>2005-01-04T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T07:55:22.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunny is driving me crazy. keeps telling me how much he likes me and trying to get fresh with me all the bloody time. But he is real nice to me. Takes good care of me and gives me a lot of presents...bloody fuckAM I FUCKING TURNING GAY?nah dont think so...but...he's just really bloody irritating...calls me every few minutes to keep talking to me...grrr....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110485412212387674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110485412212387674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110485412212387674' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110468658799367793</id><published>2005-01-02T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T09:23:07.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school starting in 7 hours time and im awake!! arggg....had a nice new year..went to zouk unexpectedly. didnt want to club actually. wanted to just spend the new year quietly and all. then i met an old friend who encouraged me to go. since i had no other appointments i went.kinda frustrated at first cause i went there and discovered that it was packed. worse of all, entry was at 38 dollars for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110468658799367793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110468658799367793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110468658799367793' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110442329884427787</id><published>2004-12-30T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T08:26:48.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got quite a few calls from friends asking what i have done.did i get a new girlfriend? -- nope.did i have a one night stand then? -- nope, not very interested in sex currently.did i kill someone? -- i wish i did. but no.so what was it then?i went out with someone. for a movie.why feel guilty about that?i promised myself to be self sufficient thats why.why all the mumbo jumbo about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110442329884427787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110442329884427787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110442329884427787' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110425627082870460</id><published>2004-12-28T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T09:51:10.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>foot is healing well. did something i shouldnt have done today and is quite guilty about it. maybe im rebounding, maybe its justa spur of the moment thing, i dont know. i just hope someone up there doesnt play any more tricks on me.am proud of myself. on the road to total abstainment of cigarettes. budget is till free wheeling though. have to control that and hope that finance solutions come in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110425627082870460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110425627082870460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110425627082870460' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110399561027321637</id><published>2004-12-25T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T09:26:50.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had to work on christmas eve. kinda last minute thing. got called up by irvin said they needed people. my feet was still bad though better after the medicine so i thought, wat the hell. might as well get out. so i wrapped up my feet and went to work.it was this rave party thingy at suntec and we were just required to slack at the motorola booth outside the party. very few people came and we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110399561027321637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110399561027321637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110399561027321637' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110386542272980158</id><published>2004-12-23T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T21:17:02.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to c the doc yesterday. he told me my foot was really bad and that if the medication didnt help in the next few days, i will have to go to the hospital. he said i probably got that from swimming and not cleaning my feet properly afterwards.he was working on his birthday! but he had a long break after yesterday. he will be on leave from today all the way to next monday. And he was going out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110386542272980158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110386542272980158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110386542272980158' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110372669989179813</id><published>2004-12-22T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T06:44:59.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am now sitting in front of the computer screen soaking my swollen feet in dettol water. i just read what she wrote. typical angry response. sigh.i crawled to school today. literally step by step. every inch forward was like pure torture. i really felt like cutting off my legs and just sit down and die. theres no worst feeling than being unable to walk properly. i could feel the blood flowing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110372669989179813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110372669989179813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110372669989179813' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110364683464378203</id><published>2004-12-21T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T08:33:54.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last pack of cigarettes -- left 5 sticks.i made a vow with myself today. i shall not get myself involved in another relationship for the rest of this year. not much of a vow seeing that there are only about ten days left but this is a little holiday for me. i wont meet anyone or go out. these last ten days will be spent on myself. my feet aches like hell and the only people who seems to care </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110364683464378203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110364683464378203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110364683464378203' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110356213611078639</id><published>2004-12-20T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T09:03:12.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am looking at my pack of cigarettes. i have made a mental decision to make this my last packet.why?i dont want to be stuck in this rut anymore.time and again i deceive myself, thinking somehow or rather things will work out. we gave it another try. but now we are like two warring nations fighting a losing battle against each other. there is no more trust there. she asks to see my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110356213611078639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110356213611078639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110356213611078639' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110234467799482992</id><published>2004-12-06T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T06:55:14.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first day of school today. not a bad one. quite long though. had a little bit of problem adjusting back esp during the front part of the day. dun forsee writcom or marketing to be a prob. socpsy and webgra would be more of a pain in the ass i think. radio would be nothing but fun im sure.its two days to my birthday and im touched by how quite a few of my friends remember it. my god i have even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110234467799482992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110234467799482992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110234467799482992' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110139689957156764</id><published>2004-11-25T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T07:38:29.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I DON"T LOVE YOU ANYMOREtheoretically i thought the above statement was impossible. but i have heard it. the impossible has happened. she told me that she has no feelings for me anymore. the love is gone. forever. nothing was going to bring it back ever again. simple direct words. shattered me again.i looked at her blog and saw the source of those words. she is in love. with someone from work</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110139689957156764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110139689957156764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110139689957156764' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110131082999830119</id><published>2004-11-24T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T07:40:29.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sitting at home cutting my nails. they are long. my mind is preoccupied with stuff. What stuff exactly i cant tell.  'my soul is very important to me. at times i feel im in control of it at times i think i have no idea whether it is there or not. i know i am constantly in denial. in denial of how and what i feel, denying what makes me happy and what makes me sad. i looked through our photos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110131082999830119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110131082999830119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110131082999830119' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-110007538628985669</id><published>2004-11-10T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T00:29:46.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why is it that when i try to amiably round up something you have to burst into rage? perhaps u are still in the threshold of pain.  time will heal he wounds.  you can scold me all you want.  im not trying to be mr nice guy or anything. im not trying to buy your pity or get you to be angry by writing those stuff. i just want you to know how i feel, how disappointed i am. and i also want you to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110007538628985669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/110007538628985669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110007538628985669' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109988258815664785</id><published>2004-11-07T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:13:29.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a chapter of my life just concluded recently. a chapter of my life seemingly closed forever judging from the phone call yesterday. friendship seem to be impossible. the pains of breakup the catalyst for total severation of ties. ties that seemed unbreakable just a few weeks ago...reading from her blog i had no idea this was coming..i had the naive thought that perhaps this was an amiable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109988258815664785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109988258815664785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109988258815664785' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109928783006263285</id><published>2004-10-31T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T21:43:50.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just found out that i was lied to again. by her. will settle this today.why am i so stupid....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109928783006263285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109928783006263285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109928783006263285' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109862429537875495</id><published>2004-10-24T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T06:24:55.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when will u be home i askas i watch you leave the housei dont know as there is no clear answerto where my dreams may lead.as i watch as you crash and stumblelike a child you were my world.now to let you go you know i'll bleedbut then someone said to me.let her fly awaylet her fly into the skyjust help her pray every step all of the wayeven though you know it bleeds to see her go so far</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109862429537875495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109862429537875495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109862429537875495' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109852885994797626</id><published>2004-10-23T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T03:54:19.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>world is so dark.time now is 625 pm.evening.the sun is just setting over the world.in legend, this is the time in the world when everyone's defenses are at their most weakest. armies do not fight at sunset. ancient witches believe sunset to be when evil magic is at their most potent. it is a time when wills are weak, strength is low after a hard day of work -- it is a time where the shadow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109852885994797626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109852885994797626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109852885994797626' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109759940754595463</id><published>2004-10-12T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T09:44:54.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>strange how life turns out. what seemed like hell a week ago seems to be heaven now. life seems to enjoy these twist and turns.family is fine now. we had a talk. mother expressed her disappointments and i agreed with her on most points. i was getting out of hand. i was losing my focus and neglecting my responsibilities. she needed support and i as eldest sun should be there for her. we talked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109759940754595463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109759940754595463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109759940754595463' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109633557270205357</id><published>2004-09-27T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T18:43:43.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm..things are looking up a wee bit currently, maybe cause i suffered a terrible weekend and someone up there is trying to compensate me a little.what happened during the weekend u may ask?I went to church.havent stepped into a church or attended service in 4 years plus. never liked it before and things hasnt really changed since then. had to attend cause of the current police case im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109633557270205357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109633557270205357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109633557270205357' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109578533376833991</id><published>2004-09-21T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:48:53.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im glad you feel this way audrey. makes things easier. i dont hate you. And i mean what i say. you may not believe it but its true.you will find someone better than me.as you said yourself, you will experience a short lived but very memorable relationship. i just hope that ours was it.thank you for everything.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109578533376833991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109578533376833991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109578533376833991' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109572919104907571</id><published>2004-09-20T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T18:13:11.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more than a week since i last updated my blog.  difference between this update and the last is that im single again.what happened?same day a week ago we had an argument about an email.  She broke up with me, and i thought that was the end of it all.  when i came to return her her stuff it was with a very heavy heart.  but somehow or rather we got back together again. things went well till </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109572919104907571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109572919104907571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109572919104907571' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109512606082717994</id><published>2004-09-13T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T23:30:20.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am in school now first lecture of the day. didnt do very well for the media and society test i think. am feeling very very strange. before i entered the school i had very high hopes. i felt i would ace the course but somehow or rather i am not doing so well now. no, not well at all.my attendance is not food at all. this is mostly my fault. i am very angry with myself for all the classes i missed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109512606082717994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109512606082717994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109512606082717994' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109500475057223822</id><published>2004-09-12T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T08:59:10.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>havent been updating this blog for quite some time. prolly because of work, prolly bec i dont know what to write, and more prolly bec this blog isnt getting quite so private anymore. people whom i dont want reading this stuff is reading it. prolly will change the address of this blog and spread it to only people i know well. but then again this is wat blogging is about isnt it? putting your life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109500475057223822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109500475057223822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109500475057223822' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109397521590657858</id><published>2004-08-31T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T11:00:15.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>busy with projects..have to hand quite a couple in this week.  most frightening one is the gracom one.  hope i can enlist help in time.  *wink* have to really buck up in school, aint living up to my own standards. have been rather sloppy. this will not do!!!BUCK UP RICHEL!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109397521590657858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109397521590657858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109397521590657858' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109293017940078903</id><published>2004-08-19T08:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T08:42:59.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>audrey i dont know anyother way to put this gently to you but we really are over. i know you still very badly want us to be back together againa nd im very touched that you have gone through all the trouble to help me find contestants yesterday and to even go through your canteen to ask people you dont know.  that really meant the world to me.  but that doesnt mean we're gonna be back together </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109293017940078903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109293017940078903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109293017940078903' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109267678111785736</id><published>2004-08-16T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T10:19:41.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just back home from quite a hectic day.  was suppose to dedicate the day to shooting but didnt really go as planned.  day started out still fine. we met early and i started rehearsing the actors (or actor as there was only one there).  it went on fine till the equipment came. turned out we didnt get ourselves a svhs tape. so went the merry go round to get the tape.  got the tape at only about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109267678111785736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109267678111785736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109267678111785736' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109262826919318306</id><published>2004-08-15T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T20:51:09.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the weekend has passed.  im into my term break now.  which means a good rest, finally.  the white dot party during the week end was a resounding success and i feel so proud. its like watching my baby grow up from an infant into a toddler who can walk now.  white dot has been my baby as much as it has been william's. i will be waiting for it to graduate onto chinablack and get the citibank's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109262826919318306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109262826919318306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109262826919318306' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109240533314495633</id><published>2004-08-13T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T06:57:55.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just logged into her friendster account. her status is single and she just logged in recently. the pictures of us are gone. think what she feels about us has already been cemented. i wish you well audrey. i just hope you will make good use of your life and one day understand that love means a lot more than just time together, it also means time away.Hide My PainIn your arms I lie at night,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109240533314495633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109240533314495633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109240533314495633' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109225287765201824</id><published>2004-08-11T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T12:34:37.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's event was a good one. i just got home..cant sleep as tomorrow have to leave early for my traffic police test.  rEALLy hope to pass this one...a lot of people get it the second time round, that seems to be the average.the only blight to today's event was that one of the contestants lost a diamond ring and made a big hooha over it, including checking the contestants bags and  calling the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109225287765201824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109225287765201824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109225287765201824' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109215900976097495</id><published>2004-08-10T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T10:30:09.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>want to write..but dont know what to write...things are very hot between the two of us now...yes we got back..but the mood is still very volatile...and me being busy with my stuff and work and all that didnt help. also didnt help that she ahs been getting very chummy with this one guy in her class, calling him sweetie and going to his place a lot. im very very cash strapped now. the school is </summary><link 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109170858780569719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109170858780569719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109170858780569719' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109159449621215857</id><published>2004-08-03T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T21:41:36.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well if u want it that way i so be it.  ego again. if your pride means more to you than me then you can have your pride. i gave up my pride and tried callin you two nights in a row.  first night your phone line was faulty. second night no one picked up.  fine. if you want your ego instead of our love, take it with you.  i did not give up on us.  you did.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109159449621215857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109159449621215857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109159449621215857' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109149961901911239</id><published>2004-08-02T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T19:20:19.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im so so frustrated.  why do i get that feeling again? i really dont want to feel this way about her! in so many ways they are so different but why issit they now seem so alike in lifestyle?  Are all 16 coming on 17 girls like this?clubbing, wasting money, going home late, skipping school, not interested in class, why why why!! i spent so much time with elaine trying to correct her bad habits </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109149961901911239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109149961901911239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109149961901911239' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-109002721091779553</id><published>2004-07-16T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T18:20:10.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>these few days i have been quite busy..almost everyday was a full day for me. had stuff on in the morning then had to rush to school and then after that had to go for motorola stuff. at the end of the day im usually so shag i cant even get a erection even if i wanted to. i just want to go home and knock out. these few days dar has asked me out and i had to always say i cant because of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109002721091779553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/109002721091779553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#109002721091779553' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-108913546492690135</id><published>2004-07-06T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T10:37:44.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>long time since i last blogged. last entry was quite blue and downcast. this one would be pretty upbeat. things are going well. schools fine though i cant wait for the busy season to kick in. me and aud is fine too. we are slowly getting to learn what the warning signs are from each other and what to do or say to appease one another. a relationship is a learning process too, xcept maybe this one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108913546492690135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108913546492690135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108913546492690135' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-108835780771084396</id><published>2004-06-27T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T10:36:47.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im a very emotional person. i know and a few who knows me know. i cry easily. i mean for a GUY i cry easily. i have mood swings periodically. yes, much like females have pms-s, though i dont think i have mood swings for much the same reasons. And i think a lot of times with my heart instead of my mind. that last statement has a lot of minuses and very little pluses. as can be explained from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108835780771084396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108835780771084396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108835780771084396' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-108739767487007214</id><published>2004-06-16T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T07:54:34.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i got a call from channel u telling me that i got into the next round of the 'next big thing' show. very very excited and happy to hear that. they need a better looking photo. i agree that the photo i gave them sucked but thats because i have no other photo. anyway i look bad in photos anyway. well they need to know whether im singing or dancing or both on monday while the audition will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108739767487007214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108739767487007214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108739767487007214' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-108731084498326980</id><published>2004-06-15T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T07:47:24.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am writing stuff at hi5 also. http://www.hi5.com/friend/displayProfile.do?userid=101004so well if u got a bit of time to spare can go look there. upside of that is that i can upload photos so much easier. here is a bit complicated. have been blogging for so long but still cant seemt o figure out how to upload photos with this damm thing even thought they now have hello. hell...well theres now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108731084498326980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108731084498326980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108731084498326980' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-108671610154715859</id><published>2004-06-08T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T10:35:01.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got a gf now. her name is audrey. if want to see her pic i got it in my chillicrap account. i dont know how to upload the damm pic here otherwise i would have done it. anyway shes like 17 and that makes me very very nervous. shes not financially stable, very fun loving, likes clubbing and is now in the very rebellious stage of her life. right. do i need another elaine to come into my life even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108671610154715859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108671610154715859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108671610154715859' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-108298991159944062</id><published>2004-04-26T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T07:35:57.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am quite free now. busy mostly with running errands and gym and swim. also started to attend dance lessons at california. hope to improve on my various forms of dancing before school reopen.. am going into several offers for production work with different theatre companies..am also doing my portfolio hoping to cut into acting..sigh..i missed out on the great dj hunt cuz of work. was sure that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108298991159944062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108298991159944062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108298991159944062' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-108074864643920942</id><published>2004-03-31T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T08:00:59.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the last posting not finished. very busy with rehersals. those who are reading this. go www.loverswords.com . better still. www.sistic.com.sg to book tickets. sat night sold out already. my first stage appearance. must support. will end here. write and finish last item when i have time. to krstal and elaine -- buck up. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108074864643920942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/108074864643920942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108074864643920942' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-107984458193307073</id><published>2004-03-20T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T20:53:00.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont understand how some people can be a racist.we are in such an open society now. singapore. where everywhere u turn u see people from another race. where wherever u go u are either serviced by people from another race or u service them. so how can one have a discrimination against other races and yet keep a straight face when buying stuff from them or passing them by in the streets? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/107984458193307073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/107984458193307073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107984458193307073' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-107954813458036116</id><published>2004-03-17T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T10:32:08.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>these next few months are going to be very packed. i got the last few performances of mixed blessings to go thru and i have got acting in lovers words coming up. i got selected for an audition for a film and am going to an audition for tcs's DADDY's GIRLS. all these while packing in my bike lessons and preparations for my studies and goddam it, my reservist in june!! aARRGG!! hate reservist...but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/107954813458036116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/107954813458036116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107954813458036116' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-107902580818309014</id><published>2004-03-11T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T09:26:33.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i very sad. why u may ask. how do i explain? she ran away with another guy?but i expected it. im a hopeless romantic.when i fall i love its forever. she can dump me again and again. (the 3rd time in 4 years)but id she comes back again i will still take her.y? shes a bitch.because this is what love is for me.it fades but it never really goes away.it forgives everything. lives forever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/107902580818309014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/107902580818309014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107902580818309014' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5249266.post-107867929045014026</id><published>2004-03-07T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T09:11:10.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ever heard of pandoras box? the box that pandora opened that released all of the evil into the world? i opened pandoras box.i knew this was going to happen. yet i went ahead and did it. i knew i was going to be hurt yet i somehow welcomed the pain with open arms.i asked for this. 4 years after she broke my heart i literally begged to be cut open again. am i a sadist? or do i feel this is my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/107867929045014026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5249266/posts/default/107867929045014026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richel.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107867929045014026' title=''/><author><name>richel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05327934429017704222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
