<?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-8722564922765443636</id><updated>2011-08-02T01:17:48.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Smelly Toufu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8551519359429765061</id><published>2010-07-15T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:00:30.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah fuck you cunt</title><content type='html'>you are one stupid demanding hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a man-whore?&lt;br /&gt;who was the one making out with other people when she was attached&lt;br /&gt;who is the one who still "loves" her ex-bf, "likes" a guy she met online and after 3 years still haven't met in person, and 2 hours after calling me a man-whore you're making out full-on with one of my best mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;i told you i know sydney better than you, and i know that guy better than you, and strongly advised you not to go with him, but you'd rather trust a guy you met once than your "best friend"&lt;br /&gt;i told you we're no longer best friends after that, you didn't think i was serious&lt;br /&gt;do you still think the same right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the most selfish person i know.&lt;br /&gt;everything we do must be what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;even though you did pay alot of money to come over, understand that i'm trying to have a good holiday as well&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you liked sydney, but you made it a mere okay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the stupidest person i know.&lt;br /&gt;earn 50k in 6 months through a job you're about to enter?&lt;br /&gt;are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, who brings $800 to a club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can slap me, but straight up, suck my dick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8551519359429765061?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8551519359429765061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8551519359429765061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8551519359429765061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8551519359429765061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2010/07/ah-fuck-you-cunt.html' title='ah fuck you cunt'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-7403463175264328720</id><published>2010-06-11T04:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T04:51:56.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fist pump</title><content type='html'>i remember a time when i found joy in the little things&lt;div&gt;when i was small and the world seemed like a beautiful place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember a time when i was bashed up at an age where i was still bringing lunchboxes to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even then, the world was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember a time when i found good friends who i would trust my life with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world was perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember a time when i realised i was good at sports, everything seemed possible, and nothing could encumber me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world was at my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember a time when i got a spine fracture and told i could never run, jump, swim, cycle, or do most physical exercises for the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dealt with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember a time when i found the sweet sweet pleasure of playing the guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world started shining again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember a time when my loved ones started passing on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the world stood still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this time, the world has never looked more grim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-7403463175264328720?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/7403463175264328720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=7403463175264328720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7403463175264328720'/><link rel='self' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8906127124496775579?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8906127124496775579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8906127124496775579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8906127124496775579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8906127124496775579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2010/06/baa-baa-black-sheep.html' title='baa baa black sheep'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1103260226997140689</id><published>2010-06-08T05:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T05:08:28.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm loving angels instead</title><content type='html'>my hands can't stop shaking.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i've pushed it this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the worst is knowing i'm gonna continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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instead'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8828502346529854540</id><published>2010-06-05T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:05:26.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how now brown cow, can't say life's dull.</title><content type='html'>back to blogging.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've come to realise that if i don't somehow express my thoughts i may actually go hysterical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know there're people reading this, so everything's gonna be pretty vague.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you're a close friend, maybe you can infer most of what i'm talking about for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hunter's was pretty epic yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once again, despite being heavily intoxicated, i can remember everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the spanish dude, leo's dancing, drunk man sliding across the floor chasing nat, bad people who i've suddenly come to befriend, the laos chaps, and crystal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it could've gone better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hey, it could always be way worse eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;either way, i come back home and find myself staring at the stack of books on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter how optimistic i can be sometimes, this time i know how fucked i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's almost no chance of turning this semester into a successful one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that one glimmer of hope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll grab it by its balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything's gonna be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just gotta keep reminding myself that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8828502346529854540?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1185354332454352333</id><published>2010-06-02T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:50:28.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dropped a whole wad of cash, but that's still relatively unimportant</title><content type='html'>i sit at my desk, staring at this screen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;words fill my mind, but nothing coherent, nothing intelligent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to write about how disappointed i am with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how fucked up i feel about everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially knowing how much worse things are going to get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially knowing how i'm not going to stop myself, but plunge into this comfortable darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want out as much as i want in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you know, i miss your old self. the one i first met a long time ago."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i was my old self too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wasn't this weak, and i doubt i'll ever be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to be strong, and yet my mind is so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to whine but i know no one will listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a carton of cigarettes that has massive sign "Smoking Kills" on my desk, but i ignore it everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have more problems than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm at the stage where i could do well this semester, or fuck everything up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i pray to whoever is out there to give me a little strength, just to get by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this shit is absorbing me, its killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm numb to my spine with both anticipation and fear regarding the next few steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to tread carefully from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking carefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one wrong move and i'm gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1185354332454352333?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-2845945919229831005</id><published>2010-05-26T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T01:27:09.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>redundancy.</title><content type='html'>i looked to my right, and asked him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What now, old friend?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he doesn't answer, he doesn't respond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i observe his face, the haggardness speaking for itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i peered into his eyes, finding wisdom but at the same time, emptiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shifting my gaze down, i notice his eye-bags, the tiredness screaming out for help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he opens his mouth, tries to speak, but exhaustion overcomes him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he picks up the guitar and starts crying about why things won't go his way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he looks at the stack of work on his table and procrastination is his only thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he reaches over the counter and looks for a beer to drown his sorrows, but the only ones left are those on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he looks at me, and i know he's asking me for answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all this while, he has been the one with all the solutions to our problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have finally reached a pothole we can't climb out of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ask him again, "What now, old friend?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i realise that mirrors don't speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-2845945919229831005?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/2845945919229831005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=2845945919229831005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/2845945919229831005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/2845945919229831005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2010/05/redundancy.html' title='redundancy.'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-5109653714551296783</id><published>2010-05-26T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T01:10:46.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength.</title><content type='html'>Whatever the goal we're pursuing,&lt;div&gt;no matter ow rugged climb,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're certain to get there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by trying our best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and taking one day at a time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Forever" is hard to imagine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"the future" may seem far away -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But every new dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brings a wonderful chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to do what we can on that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-5109653714551296783?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/5109653714551296783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=5109653714551296783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5109653714551296783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5109653714551296783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2010/05/strength.html' title='Strength.'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-4784216974205114446</id><published>2009-12-10T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:57:06.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as the world falls to pieces</title><content type='html'>i alone remain unwavered, unaffected, unconcerned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-4784216974205114446?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/4784216974205114446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=4784216974205114446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/4784216974205114446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/4784216974205114446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-world-falls-to-pieces.html' title='as the world falls to pieces'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-5286202213393975528</id><published>2009-11-22T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:48:50.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo post</title><content type='html'>i miss sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sitting outside the front door of UniLodge with Ric, leaning against the brick wall, smoking and listening to him talk and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss our weekly excursions, to the Fish Market, Darling Harbour, Church, NewTown, Circular Quay, Coogee sunrises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss coffee and cigarettes with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss smoking up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss listening to you and your keyboard going away till 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss watching South Park and Boston Legal with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But although i miss you so much, i think i miss her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it tears me apart knowing she prob doesn't miss me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-5286202213393975528?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/5286202213393975528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=5286202213393975528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5286202213393975528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5286202213393975528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/11/emo-post.html' title='emo post'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-4897878007882572039</id><published>2009-11-16T05:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:12:31.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>The retirement village was mostly widows, all of whom, according to my mother, had been looking forward to this solo period of their lives since the day they were married, give or take a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Widowhood, she explained, was generally considered the reward for a lifetime of living in the shadow of an overbearing husband and playing the role of dutiful wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-4897878007882572039?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/4897878007882572039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=4897878007882572039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/4897878007882572039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/4897878007882572039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/11/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-2263645716741032531</id><published>2009-11-11T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:36:15.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you.</title><content type='html'>biggest breakdown last night.&lt;br /&gt;biggest hangover now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-2263645716741032531?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/2263645716741032531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=2263645716741032531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/2263645716741032531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/2263645716741032531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you.'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1417998211225176037</id><published>2009-11-04T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T03:16:00.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where the dogs of society howl</title><content type='html'>no, i am not forgiving you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1417998211225176037?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1417998211225176037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1417998211225176037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1417998211225176037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1417998211225176037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-dogs-of-society-howl.html' title='where the dogs of society howl'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-4773700371297982664</id><published>2009-11-02T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:10:59.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no time</title><content type='html'>i have so much to say right now but no time to say it&lt;br /&gt;basically because i'm so tired i'll collapse any moment now&lt;br /&gt;i'll just sum this up to 6 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;i used to love you&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure i love you&lt;br /&gt;i miss you and you so badly&lt;br /&gt;where the fuck are you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-4773700371297982664?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/4773700371297982664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=4773700371297982664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/4773700371297982664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/4773700371297982664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-time.html' title='no time'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-6844057946874193021</id><published>2009-10-26T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:09:53.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sith and filth</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Home, last night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You, shut the fuck up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have obviously changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to get my independency back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least my decency.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-6844057946874193021?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/6844057946874193021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=6844057946874193021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6844057946874193021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6844057946874193021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/10/sith-and-filth.html' title='sith and filth'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-599086138639624010</id><published>2009-10-20T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:53:21.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the curtains fall</title><content type='html'>I'm missing your bed, I never sleep&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak&lt;br /&gt;And this bottle of beast is taking me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone and you're not discreet.&lt;br /&gt;You make sure I know who's taking you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading your note over again,&lt;br /&gt;There's not a word that I comprehend,&lt;br /&gt;Except when you signed it:&lt;br /&gt;"I'll love you always and forever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs,&lt;br /&gt;And sit alone and wonder,&lt;br /&gt;how you're making out.&lt;br /&gt;And as for me I wish that I was anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;with anyone, making out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing your laugh,&lt;br /&gt;How did it break?&lt;br /&gt;And when did your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Begin to look fake?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're as happy as you're pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets&lt;br /&gt;I am alone in my defeat&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew you were safely at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-599086138639624010?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/599086138639624010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=599086138639624010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/599086138639624010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/599086138639624010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-curtains-fall.html' title='let the curtains fall'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8284667686914153289</id><published>2009-10-19T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:31:34.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you.</title><content type='html'>I hate that you're not mine&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I fell for you&lt;br /&gt;I hate that your smile haunts&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you died&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I can't be angry&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'm upset&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you wanted this&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I couldn't make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I don't hate you&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I can't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;I hate that life goes on&lt;br /&gt;I hate that your not actually dead&lt;br /&gt;I hate your choices&lt;br /&gt;I hate I feel that your dead&lt;br /&gt;I hate the man you sleep with&lt;br /&gt;I hate seeing you so happy&lt;br /&gt;I hate so many things but the one&lt;br /&gt;I hate the most&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I love you&lt;br /&gt;I hate I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;I hate I'll never get over you&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for not hating you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-2233888186757298599</id><published>2009-10-13T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:57:19.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm afraid to sleep coz my dreams are just a continuation of reality.</title><content type='html'>you use me like a tissue dispenser that's just an arm's length away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-2233888186757298599?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/2233888186757298599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8705091355985975063</id><published>2009-10-10T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:34:43.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was the best day in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to fish market with Ric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot mary jane before we left, kinda regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the food was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combatting the seagulls with my scarf, smoking on the astro-turf, eating solid orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped with Les, bought SO much food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi, KFC, Krispy Kreme, Bread Top, Sashimi and Unagi from FM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8705091355985975063?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8705091355985975063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8705091355985975063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8705091355985975063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-5925692527845984409?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/5925692527845984409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=5925692527845984409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5925692527845984409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5925692527845984409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/10/maybe.html' title='maybe'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-6974690077657847207</id><published>2009-10-06T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:58:43.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all by myself</title><content type='html'>When I was young, I never needed anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And making love was just for fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living alone, I think of all the friends I've known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I dial the telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to be sure, sometimes I feel so insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love so distant and obscure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remains the cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be, all by myself, anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-6974690077657847207?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/6974690077657847207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=6974690077657847207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6974690077657847207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6974690077657847207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that you're always this breathtaking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your smart and you're willing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my God this is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all the things you never said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can lie here and talk for hours in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to hide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is not for certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You started to see right through me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like I'm born again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time I breath in so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're curious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite color's blue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I like to sing in the shower;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you like, I'll sing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all of your hopes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to take me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every breath,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres just one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one request:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to take me with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you now and forever.&lt;div 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away'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-5457804170592893596</id><published>2009-09-28T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:30:20.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when will he come back to me?</title><content type='html'>eyes opened dreamily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything looks surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, memories of last night slowly crawled to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoking with Ric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting YQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clubbing with Nat, Les, Henry, YQ and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana and the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrying him onto the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked over to my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun's almost down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to own this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corona Coffee, 30 minutes later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called Fernando over, asked him for my daily usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat down outside and realised my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was blazing cold and there I was with my berms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cold wasn't too bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the wind that got you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;placed my laptop on the table, started on my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my soul left my body and I was looking down on myself at that exact moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting down with a cig in my left, staring intently at the laptop, right hand covering the coffee as the wind was blowing it almost out of the mug, the chairs in front of me lifting off the floor and landing a few feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty gay-ass crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropped my wallet at Supre yesterday, while waiting for YQ to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost some cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to call dad and ask him to send me some money cause all I had left was in that wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he thought I created a detailed story to con him of cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't realise our relationship had fallen so far off the seemingly bottomless cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt emo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least he sent me more than what I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Boston Legal with Les.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;episode on cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possibly the best one I've watched in a long, long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel sad feeling so helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed B's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss her and everyone else back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss Yuli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss Laiguang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will he come back to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-5457804170592893596?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/5457804170592893596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-3432984691146250157</id><published>2009-09-24T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:39:39.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking off her clothes</title><content type='html'>i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crawled out of bed and headed out for a smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got out into the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't notice my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i did, i would've been prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got as far as the main door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stepped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i must still be sleeping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, still the same sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked into a scene of a movie, something with a theme like "the end of the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kitchen, 10 hours ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ric enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're early."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Has it come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awwwww. Alright. School ended early, so let's head to Coles soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue to fry my diced lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By the way, do me a favour? Help me get the blue pouch with all my watches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comes back with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open it for me please???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opens it and stops breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy mother of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the world came crashing down once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crawled to my desk and sat down on my trusty chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swivelled round to look at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked at my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked at my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing but black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-3432984691146250157?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/3432984691146250157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=3432984691146250157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/3432984691146250157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/3432984691146250157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/09/lying-is-most-fun-girl-can-have-without.html' title='lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking off her clothes'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-313396772488559697</id><published>2009-09-20T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:43:10.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is something wrong with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the bus to city, 2300H&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;listening to iphone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bus reaches junction before Hyde Park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sirens start ringing louder and louder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;taxi in front of bus moves to cross the junction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ambulance cutting through slams full force into it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;forms an arrowhead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the world starts to go crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;double-o, 10 weeks ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sitting down with the 2 best friends in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Lai. I've decided that I could go on and on about how I'll miss you once you're gone. But no, that's not what I'm gonna do. What I AM gonna do is tell you that this next five years is nothing, nothing compared to what we'll be going through for the rest of our lives. Because that's just it. I want to spend my whole life with you. And you know that no matter where you are, we'll always be brothers."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was Tricia's birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wished her well, and she looked at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Your breath stinks."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wake up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is blood everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My back is bleeding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am paralyzed, partly with fear but mostly because my back is bleeding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I scream for help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But all that comes out is smoke tainted with the colour of blood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wake up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sleeping on the pavement outside Capella.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clearly I was drunk, got wasted and just blacked out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stumble to my feet, and start crossing the road to get back to Unilodge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stop in the middle of the road, on the dividing pavement, watching an incoming car get closer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The car drives too close to the pavement, hits the curb, flips in mid-air, flies straight at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wake up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And all I remember is that I am unstable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-313396772488559697?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/313396772488559697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=313396772488559697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/313396772488559697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/313396772488559697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-is-something-wrong-with-me.html' title='there is something wrong with me.'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-6510642394620233740</id><published>2009-09-18T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:01:16.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love, spiders, and everything nice</title><content type='html'>walking out of the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't stretched for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back hurts like a tattoo pierced onto my privates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a troop of children enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one girl looks up at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't slept in 24 hours, stares back at her with the eyes of an experienced killer, eyebags large enough to pack my clothes in and return home to my country of origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she smiles with all the innocence and joy that youth promises, and waves at me enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shocked, stop in my tracks, unsure of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;World Square, 6 weeks ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in with Ana and Les to find the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn to the ATM to make withdrawals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song starts playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys Like Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories of jamming with Eugene fill my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories of good music and painful lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left the two of them, walked to a bench to sit down and reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn around and see the most beautiful asian girl standing behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assumes she was talking on her handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn back, continue to let myself seep into the darkest corners of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sits beside me, starts organising purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks at her, bewilderment slowly filling my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take it. Whatever that is causing your sorrow will disappear with this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach out and accept "Wrigley's Extra" chewing gum with the most act-cute drawings on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the darkness disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is still love in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she smiles, got to her feet and start walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rooted to my seat, watching her slowly fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home, 730am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo pulls out bed, pointing at a corner of his room, on the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FUCKING SON OF A BITCH WHAT THE FUCKING HELL HOLY MOTHER OF LUCIFER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest spider I have stumbled upon in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right there, in our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;threw something at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently being fucking huge wasn't enough, fucking fast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need an expert to kill this living abomination"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RIC! GET THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR ROOM!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Geez... What's going... HAHA. pansy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't risk using a flamethrower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used a bigass bottle of sanitary wipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;threw at it once, crippled one leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second time, another leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third time, one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it so happened to lie on the edge of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ric threw the bottle at it, and somehow chopped it into half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puts it in tupperware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puts in microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ric returns back to his room, I sit in the living room, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;microwave beeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ric."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Breakfast is served."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opens microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room instantly smells of dead squid and the armpits of the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently the body expands under extreme heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, fun's over. Coffee time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corona Coffee, 10 minutes later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do know that the both of us have accumulated enough bad karma to..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How so?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We tortured a lesser being."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ric. That's the law of evolution in action. The strong live on and prosper, the weak just die out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True. I mean, blame the stupid beast to get hit by something so massive and say "hmmm... someone's throwing shit at me. maybe i'll hide right here," gets hit again and says "nope not gonna move, here's the best place to hide." Its his own dumb fault eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside Space, one month ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting down outside a bank, thinking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussie couple walks past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks at me, just another Asian kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man stops in his track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies me intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks back with all the pride I could master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you alright, mate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stunned once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doing alright. Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks at me unsure, smiles and walks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is still love among strangers in this strange strange world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-6510642394620233740?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/6510642394620233740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=6510642394620233740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6510642394620233740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6510642394620233740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-spiders-and-everything-nice.html' title='love, spiders, and everything nice'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1163735467809836670</id><published>2009-09-18T03:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:56:33.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music, sex, and destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything can be taken from a man but one thing; the last of the human freedoms – to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Viktor Frankl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kitchen, 6 hours ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If you had to kill me, how would you do it?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well it depends. Will I get away with it?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Yes."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hmmm. I can choose to be merciful and get it over and done with. Or I could be the sadist that I am and enjoy every bit of the way."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"As you wish."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'd probably drown you, considering the lack of oxygen would make you high right before you die."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If not?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'd just shoot you, make it quick."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Did you know that if you jumped off a roof, you'll die before you hit the pavement?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"How's that?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Heart attack."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sweet."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't aim at success - the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side-effect of one's dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one's surrender to a person other than oneself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness must happen, and the same holds for success: you have to let it happen by not caring about it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to listen to what your conscience commands you to do and go on to carry it out to the best of your knowledge. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then you will live to see that in the long run - in the long run, I say! - success will follow you precisely because you had forgotten to think of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capella, 8 hours ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I learnt alot of music theory today."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh? How'd that turn out?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Improving. Step by step."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm thinking of stopping."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Why?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Guitar isn't the biggest priority at the moment."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the night shall be filled with music,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the cares that infest the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall fold their tents like the Arabs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as silently steal away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home, the night before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"That's the thing with music."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What is?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Emotions. People always think its all about emotions."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What is it about then?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Its this."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Places hand on groin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Pleasant."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Its all primal, that's what it is."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Primal how?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Its all about sex. Why bother trying to disguise it as something so civilized and beautiful when its all about natural urges?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I ever be good at it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1163735467809836670?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1163735467809836670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1163735467809836670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1163735467809836670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1163735467809836670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/09/music-sex-and-destiny.html' title='music, sex, and destiny'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-547551390706264270</id><published>2009-09-17T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:00:11.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>general awesomeness</title><content type='html'>remember the last time life fucked with you and you felt that things couldn't get any worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the last time you smiled and it was genuine happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the last time you had a hug from a friend and you knew there and then that you'd give your life for this person and that the feeling was mutual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skype, an hour ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were the one who taught me this. If we didn't live our lives like every moment mattered, was essential in achieving greater things, fulfilling at the same time, it simply isn't living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. But that person is simply a different person with the same face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MSN, soon after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not burn zebra pens said:&lt;br /&gt;things can and will onli get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad M said:&lt;br /&gt;and life treats us extra kind because we're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not burn zebra pens said:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;life fucks with us because its jealous and unfair to the rest that we're this awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-547551390706264270?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/547551390706264270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=547551390706264270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/547551390706264270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/547551390706264270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/09/general-awesomeness.html' title='general awesomeness'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-5205274484274963539</id><published>2009-09-16T19:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:25:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams, nothing, and everything</title><content type='html'>Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blacker than black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place void of light, just floating in between the seams of reality and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in my underwear, obviously too lazy to change before crashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat there as time slowly escaped, thinking about last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivid glimpses of fucked up videos on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kicking Ric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropping my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidnapping Les.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capella, 2 hours ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happens when you die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing. Just nothingness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we should never be afraid of death, for when our time comes, we return to the same state in which we were in before our birth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its nothing new.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eBuddy, 3 hours ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't give you a shoulder to cry, you're so far away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phone, the night before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;I know I'm not there Lai. But I'm still here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, Ahmad. I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Facebook, 17 hours ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want you to fight. For whatever that's worth, I want you to fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to fight. I'm not unhappy. Not even slightly fazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fretting is for the weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubles are for the overly-sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is for the broken-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just... tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I was fresh, sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time when I was so sure of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow is the day I will wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me this one night to feel everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not sending me home for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck a dick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-5205274484274963539?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/5205274484274963539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=5205274484274963539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5205274484274963539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5205274484274963539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/09/black.html' title='dreams, nothing, and everything'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-5226312348993783110</id><published>2009-09-15T13:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:52:31.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories of the remembered</title><content type='html'>sat down with Ric smoking at the usual spot again last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there he was, the old man with the crazy talk, speaking to an audience that didn't appreciate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was because there was just no meaning to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he asked me for a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Answer one question and you can have my last stick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the meaning to life, old man? Why are we here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stops to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;places finger to lips and stares back at me with his cold, warm eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in that one moment, one that I have waited for so long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the insanity in him vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To listen, just to hear them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hear what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the people say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do we know we can trust them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to the good people. Just the good people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do we know they're good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles, and takes the cigarette, before starting to mumble words of senility again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in a long, long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have changed, I have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one of my first conversations with Ric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He read me through his tarot deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the card of Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I know about myself has fallen apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was strong, that I could deal with any hand life or God dealt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am starting to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish the first half of Death is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start building myself up, piece by piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad and Wen were right, they lost me to this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my face in the mirror and it is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my palms and there is the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at myself and I see a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corona Coffee, 3 weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ric. Nietzsche said that the meaning of life was to live for power. Freud believed it was for pleasure. Frankl explained that it was simply to find the meaning of life, and then to fulfill that once we've found the answer. What is the meaning of life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suffering."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Without suffering, we know no pain. Without pain, there is no cause, no need for progress, for change. Without that, life is meaningless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Without suffering, there is no hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus-stop, a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not be here forever my friend. I will not always be able to control you. You need to learn to discipline yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am disciplined. I know what I'm doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not my place to say it but I will, you are a different person from when we first came here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am no different. They call me Nate, but inside I'm still the same person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have lost focus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was the dream, Wen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have forgotten, that is my point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't. It has simply... changed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the only person who makes me feel this naive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corona Coffee, 4 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ric is going through his text while we gently sip our daily caps and inhale cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ric. We broke contact."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks up, listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot deal with this anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what your problem is? You over-think things. You fuck up your life by over-complicating the simple matters. You act on impulse, rashly making decisions that in the end we both know will fuck you over. And the worse thing is that you tell yourself that you are taking an intellectual perspective, a rational standpoint on the matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter. I've decided."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I slap you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stands up, rolls his text, takes a swing across my left cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the floor, lost hearing on my left, gets up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're welcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goes back to reading his text, I continue thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since we're going on an excursion, you know what we need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's do it. I just wanna buy my guitar strings, what are you gonna do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gonna browse through the keyboard section, check out the prices."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City, an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ric walks out with a receipt in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what'll be awesome right now? Fucking Starbucks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit by Darling Harbour watching the water, with the only 2 things we ever need, coffee &amp;amp; cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Water has this calming effect on me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what? We're going to church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure. By the way Ric, you sat on birdshit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy mother of God! Fucking son of a bitch! We are not going to church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nate, I am not going to church with bird shit of this size on my pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, we aren't, and that's the end of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church, an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ric kneels down to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for changing my mind about coming here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're welcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you pray?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the very first time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For Death to come soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grotta Capri, 4 nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Mom and I having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I intend to stay with Wen in Capella."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The answer is no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goes on for 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me a reason that I cannot refute. A reason that is so true I just have to accept it for what it is. A reason that I can tell myself that maybe going into hostel is the better choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want a reason? I'll send you home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for dinner mom. I'll see you early tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream is over wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person you knew is gone Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, yellow brick road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-5226312348993783110?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/5226312348993783110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=5226312348993783110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is a follow-up to the previous post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM ALL PREPARED FOR UNI!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOHOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my hostel room and completed my visa application already, so all that's left is SHOPSHOPSHOP (ahmad i need you :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah on hindsight and on a less light-hearted note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck zouk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1210852888082399994?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1210852888082399994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1210852888082399994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1210852888082399994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1210852888082399994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/06/whites-and-blacks.html' title='whites and blacks'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-51199924190585162</id><published>2009-06-17T01:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:45:47.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back for good</title><content type='html'>for the first time in a long, long while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like life is treating me kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found a real friend in ahmad, joyce c, wayne, weikang, dharma, xuefang, jasmine, and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fitness has come back to maybe better than even before operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my relationship issues are probably over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i have left to deal with is prep for uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SjfYZgqDggI/AAAAAAAAADs/ypPzRisgXKc/s1600-h/Photo0767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347981015300407810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SjfYZgqDggI/AAAAAAAAADs/ypPzRisgXKc/s320/Photo0767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SjfYZ76hZAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YDW9tbBQRZM/s1600-h/Photo0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SjfYaMNaJJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eKOW58Vm9bQ/s1600-h/Photo0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347981026991416466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SjfYaMNaJJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/eKOW58Vm9bQ/s320/Photo0713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SjfYZ76hZAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YDW9tbBQRZM/s1600-h/Photo0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347981022617232386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SjfYZ76hZAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YDW9tbBQRZM/s320/Photo0743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dharma, your t-shirt appeared on tv, HAPPY NOW?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe LADY GAGA ROCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.razortv.com.sg/site/servlet/segment/main/news/31972.html;jsessionid=2BB11699FC714B5D0273D93D621332FB.01"&gt;http://www.razortv.com.sg/site/servlet/segment/main/news/31972.html;jsessionid=2BB11699FC714B5D0273D93D621332FB.01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-51199924190585162?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-4524359049513619407</id><published>2009-06-03T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:43:47.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>achievements of the day</title><content type='html'>1) jogged for 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;2) realised i can do the whirlwind thing with the soccer ball&lt;br /&gt;3) started on catching the light&lt;br /&gt;4) managed to accomplish alot in practice for friday's gig&lt;br /&gt;5) realised something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-4524359049513619407?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/4524359049513619407/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-6088230670204423723</id><published>2009-06-01T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:06:06.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worries</title><content type='html'>about everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-6088230670204423723?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/6088230670204423723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=6088230670204423723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Barney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just broke my guitar string, extended play only lasts me a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Blueridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-101366714969516795?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/101366714969516795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=101366714969516795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/101366714969516795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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through, eureka, moments&lt;br /&gt;whereby songs that seemed too tumultuous a task to learn suddenly become as simple as kicking an asshole in the sack&lt;br /&gt;i live for the smile on that face that never appears&lt;br /&gt;i live for nothing, everything, and music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-3340183729247991792?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/3340183729247991792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=3340183729247991792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/3340183729247991792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 86%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You love affection and the people in your life more than anything. Your greatest fear is that one day someone you care about won't be there anymore. You are a very friendly and inviting person, who draws in a lot of friendships with your kind, considerate, and loyal nature. However, deep down you are slightly insecure and unsure of yourself. You couldn't deal with it if you didn't have one of your loved ones in your life anymore. You don't have too much to worry about though, because with a friend like you, no one will want to lose you either!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Being Alone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 64%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 36%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 28%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 17%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 10%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 10%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-6850115374499978048?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/6850115374499978048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=6850115374499978048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6850115374499978048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6850115374499978048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear-anyone.html' title='Fear, anyone?'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-7152888502853551770</id><published>2009-04-05T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:22:31.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>can be the worse enemies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-7152888502853551770?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/7152888502853551770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=7152888502853551770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7152888502853551770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7152888502853551770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-3608721189190299084</id><published>2009-03-05T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:48:34.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Night</title><content type='html'>it was a great outing today! took the bus back but the damned bus didnt follow the directory and dropped me off 4 stops down! and while i was walking back, a cab was approaching and i halted it, got in, and said: "Upper East Coast Road" and BANG! there goes my 4th accident in a year... a motorcycle carrying 2 chaps slammed into the cab and one guy almost flew over it. Luckily no one was injured and I got home early enough to watch a couple of big bang episodes, type this out, and play a game of Spot the Difference on fb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as i always said, good and bad things come together, so tmr better be a prosperous working day for me! or i shall win 4d! :D anyone wants in??? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-3608721189190299084?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/3608721189190299084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=3608721189190299084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/3608721189190299084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/3608721189190299084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/03/crazy-night.html' title='Crazy Night'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8762560666619795815</id><published>2009-02-28T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:42:23.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in transition</title><content type='html'>i need more things to do besides watching seials, playing guitar and reading books. life feels wasted, and it shouldn't be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8762560666619795815?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8762560666619795815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8762560666619795815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8762560666619795815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8762560666619795815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-in-transition.html' title='lost in transition'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8254835728379688352</id><published>2009-02-24T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:56:24.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why can't we be friends - what a stupid song huh</title><content type='html'>jobless but life is good.&lt;br /&gt;call me out for a movie or dinner or drinks coz im free like piss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is great, god bless the unemployed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8254835728379688352?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8254835728379688352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8254835728379688352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8254835728379688352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8254835728379688352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-cant-we-be-friends-what-stupid-song.html' title='why can&apos;t we be friends - what a stupid song huh'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-7979000473461393833</id><published>2009-02-18T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:55:58.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYEBYE</title><content type='html'>I'M OFF TO MALAYSIA IN 5 HOURS TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU ALL, WILL BE BACK IN 4 DAYS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FUN IN SG PEOPLE YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-7979000473461393833?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/7979000473461393833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=7979000473461393833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7979000473461393833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7979000473461393833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/02/byebye.html' title='BYEBYE'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-6303354498038311971</id><published>2009-02-15T04:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:20:55.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow Wow Wow</title><content type='html'>Who in the world came up with the idea of balloons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could have known that humans would have such an innate tender liking to this inanimate, useless object?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True creativity doesn't necessarily have to contribute to useful creations, apparently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-6303354498038311971?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/6303354498038311971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=6303354498038311971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6303354498038311971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6303354498038311971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-wow-wow.html' title='Wow Wow Wow'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-7595763376004868097</id><published>2009-02-14T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:02:05.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting</title><content type='html'>Getting better... Slowly... But still better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-7595763376004868097?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/7595763376004868097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=7595763376004868097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7595763376004868097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7595763376004868097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/02/drifting.html' title='Drifting'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-3613576468403860208</id><published>2009-02-10T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:36:51.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>apparently i've got another blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quotesbylai.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://quotesbylai.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually its for my ocs chaps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-3613576468403860208?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/3613576468403860208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=3613576468403860208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/3613576468403860208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/3613576468403860208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1471228058482738579</id><published>2009-02-10T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:44:16.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Island</title><content type='html'>I watched The Island this afternoon... Awesome show, but I actually liked the conversations more than the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What's God?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You know when you really want something and you pray and pray for it?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God is the man upstairs who ignores you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1471228058482738579?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1471228058482738579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1471228058482738579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1471228058482738579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1471228058482738579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/02/island.html' title='The Island'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8313252259980390271</id><published>2009-02-09T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:39:19.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unbearable longing</title><content type='html'>come back soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8313252259980390271?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8313252259980390271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8313252259980390271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8313252259980390271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8313252259980390271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/02/unbearable-longing.html' title='unbearable longing'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-7089915918646113654</id><published>2009-02-08T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:38:07.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all by myself</title><content type='html'>It just hit me how much I'm gonna miss you.&lt;br /&gt;It should've hit me long ago...&lt;br /&gt;But listening to all those songs in the car...&lt;br /&gt;And thinking back all these years...&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine going on without you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry I took you for granted sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;You're the best I could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Take care, and God speed, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care too, Hongji, you'll be sorely missed as well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just in a different way :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-7089915918646113654?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/7089915918646113654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=7089915918646113654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7089915918646113654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7089915918646113654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-by-myself.html' title='all by myself'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-241827657440180382</id><published>2009-02-04T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:23:04.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>Does it exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to see that believers of true love are merely people who compromise, and yet opposers to the notion of it just have yet to meet the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-241827657440180382?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/241827657440180382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=241827657440180382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/241827657440180382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/241827657440180382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-7462219443241014399</id><published>2009-02-02T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:16:08.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bottomless and topless</title><content type='html'>i have run out of opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-7462219443241014399?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/7462219443241014399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=7462219443241014399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7462219443241014399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7462219443241014399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/02/bottomless-and-topless.html' title='bottomless and topless'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1217374575832522258</id><published>2009-02-01T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:58:14.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down the beaten track</title><content type='html'>As the long-awaited day approaches, I have no idea if it'll still be a cause of celebration anymore. The future seems so dark that even Yoda wouldn't be able to predict it. But of course, as is natural, I shall tip-toe across the murky waters to find out what lays ahead at the end of the channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's going on with the educational path I've chosen, no clue as to why I signed up for special term at NTU. But I do know that everything always works out fine, and alas, I'm worried but unconcerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be as experienced as Tommy Emmanuel, as talented as Sungha Jung, as impressive as Andy Mckee. I don't need many things. I just want to be better. And I will be better. But time always escapes from us, as inevitable as my morning cold and as cruel as the menstrual cycle. But it'll just have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just. You. Wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1217374575832522258?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1217374575832522258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1217374575832522258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1217374575832522258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1217374575832522258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/02/down-beaten-track.html' title='down the beaten track'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8439282011109250410</id><published>2009-01-28T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:07:38.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>this has been a short new year break.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i still ponder about the reasons for it&lt;br /&gt;tradition? reunion? ang pows? networking? mahjong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;various reasons for various people, but i hope that when the time comes we'll still be doing it. no matter how modern we get, we are nothing without our culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY will not be just another holiday. it will always, at least while I'm still here, be a time when my kids are happy when they see the miserable $2 notes our relatives give and I'll be eating good food that mom makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will not fade away,&lt;br /&gt;it won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8439282011109250410?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8439282011109250410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8439282011109250410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8439282011109250410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8439282011109250410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8230322576451933497</id><published>2009-01-25T04:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T04:53:48.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little of death.</title><content type='html'>my time will run out one day&lt;br /&gt;run like the swiftest deer&lt;br /&gt;but between then and now&lt;br /&gt;i shall spend it wisely&lt;br /&gt;no one can escape death&lt;br /&gt;that inevitable condition,&lt;br /&gt;the bringer of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;the enemy of life&lt;br /&gt;but without it we won't cherish time&lt;br /&gt;without it we won't cherish anything&lt;br /&gt;we were never meant to be immortals&lt;br /&gt;we live a lifespan a fraction of a tree&lt;br /&gt;life is short, no.&lt;br /&gt;its long enough when you know how to use it&lt;br /&gt;and i will learn how to use it&lt;br /&gt;better.&lt;br /&gt;i fear that before i die&lt;br /&gt;i'll never learn what it means to live&lt;br /&gt;i don't aspire to climb the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;to explore the oceans,&lt;br /&gt;to swim through the air at breathtaking speeds&lt;br /&gt;i just want to learn how to enjoy the simple pleasures of life&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends&lt;br /&gt;i have many&lt;br /&gt;many who call me "bros"&lt;br /&gt;many who call me good friends&lt;br /&gt;but i have no idea, no assurance&lt;br /&gt;as to how many i can count on in my times of need&lt;br /&gt;some demand much from me&lt;br /&gt;and i give all i can&lt;br /&gt;because what are we without friends?&lt;br /&gt;my only wish in life is to have an impact on others&lt;br /&gt;to play a part in making their lives a better one&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes its so difficult&lt;br /&gt;a relationship is a give-and-take,&lt;br /&gt;a trade of effort&lt;br /&gt;so don't expect me to keep up the effort&lt;br /&gt;when you don't put in any&lt;br /&gt;i will drop you like a stone&lt;br /&gt;hear the ripples in the water&lt;br /&gt;but i shall be deaf to the tones&lt;br /&gt;for there are others who are better&lt;br /&gt;better friends.&lt;br /&gt;and here's to all who are truly good to me&lt;br /&gt;life isn't about wealth, love, social status&lt;br /&gt;its about friends and family&lt;br /&gt;so when we die we'll look back and realise&lt;br /&gt;we made the most of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8230322576451933497?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8230322576451933497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8230322576451933497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8230322576451933497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8230322576451933497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-of-death.html' title='a little of death.'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-5104625071029175828</id><published>2009-01-25T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T02:06:15.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the IPOD</title><content type='html'>Managed to get back my Ipod from Eugene today&lt;br /&gt;IT SURVIVED THE FALL INTO A BUCKET OF WATER&lt;br /&gt;that's 600 bucks salvaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to you has reminded me of many dreams&lt;br /&gt;some naive, most within reach&lt;br /&gt;we're not that old, &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy CNY then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I repeat: I HATE clubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-5104625071029175828?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/5104625071029175828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=5104625071029175828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5104625071029175828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5104625071029175828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/01/return-of-ipod.html' title='The Return of the IPOD'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-5979485265603917424</id><published>2009-01-19T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:09:41.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrapped</title><content type='html'>i begin to loathe the mere existence of the handphone&lt;br /&gt;and it isn't that i've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;but today i felt the full extent as to how much my life is under its control&lt;br /&gt;it was relieving for awhile to have a reason not to carry my phone with me&lt;br /&gt;as i was to visit cmpb for an xray on my ankle&lt;br /&gt;but after awhile i felt so loss&lt;br /&gt;so unconnected&lt;br /&gt;and i wouldn't feel this way if i haven't been so used to having my trusty companion in my bulging pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i naive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another lesson today, i learnt while sleeping:&lt;br /&gt;i like dreams and nightmares&lt;br /&gt;they seem to fill in the time while i sleep&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not sure for the general population but they happen to me almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;i feel almost reassured to have them&lt;br /&gt;at least that's what i felt today&lt;br /&gt;'cause if one third of our days were to be spent sleeping&lt;br /&gt;i wish they'd be put to better use&lt;br /&gt;and dreams somehow seem to justify my sleep so that i won't feel guilty wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the true reason is that i feel so much more alive in the land of morpheus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and btw, &lt;em&gt;The Children of Men &lt;/em&gt;is a fucking good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We need our sobberies; equality is a political theory not a practical policy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could hardly blame Xan for the fact that I lost my virginity in conditions of acute discomfort in a Poole car park with a redhead who made it plain, both during my fumbling preliminaries and afterwards, that she had known better ways of spending a Saturday evening. And I can hardly claim that the experience adversely affected my sex life. After all, if our sex life were determined by our first youthful experiments, most of the world would be doomed to celibacy. In no area of human experience are human beings more convinced that something better can be had if only they persevere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This planet is doomed anyway. Eventually the sun will explode or cool and one small insignificant particle of the universe will disappear with only a tremble. If man is doomed to perish, then universal infertility is as painless a way as any. And there are, after all, personal compensations. For the last sixty years we have sycophantically pandered to the most ignorant, the most criminal and the most selfish section of the society &lt;/em&gt;(the young). &lt;em&gt;Now, for th rest of our lives, we're going to be spared the intrusive barbarism of the young, their noise, their pounding, repetitive, computer-produced so-called music, their violence, their egotism disguised as idealism. My God, we might even succeed in getting rid of Christmas, that annual celebration of parental guilt and juvenile greed. I intend that my life shall be comfortable, and, when it no longer is, then I shall wash down my final pill with a bottle of claret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-5979485265603917424?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/5979485265603917424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=5979485265603917424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5979485265603917424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5979485265603917424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/01/trapped-we-are.html' title='Entrapped'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-4592080745148978072</id><published>2009-01-19T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:20:47.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure of Yuli</title><content type='html'>I feel so bad now that she's leaving &lt;div&gt;all those times i screamed at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still remember all the fun times we had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is the cheerfulest maid ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-4592080745148978072?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/4592080745148978072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=4592080745148978072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1034513247257841300</id><published>2009-01-09T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:58:34.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the death of a legend</title><content type='html'>michael crichton is gone... without my knowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace, my hero...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1034513247257841300?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1034513247257841300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1034513247257841300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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strange reason&lt;br /&gt;yet again i'm impressed by will smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe when you're gone you won't say such things to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-2127909672865013102?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/2127909672865013102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=2127909672865013102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/2127909672865013102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/2127909672865013102'/><link rel='alternate' 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of this can end why won't you help me why is the man above forgetting about me wake up wake up wake up the higher you hope the harder you fall i want to succeed but the odds are on a tiny rope litted on fire beer i need beer where can i find my destiny wait theres no such thing but i don't know what i want to be but alice if you don't know where you want to go anywhere will get you to where you want to be i am worthless do not expect much from me i am but the tree that holds the leaves and nothing else tortoises live longer than me i wish i was the sandman in neil gaiman's books he is the god of all gods matthew reilly is the mother of all thriller fiction lets all quit school and army and mug his books rape me rape me rape me i'm so helpless but i don't need anyone's help i just want to be alone FUCKING SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-2537945193171874547</id><published>2009-01-04T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:54:18.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallet Found</title><content type='html'>I love Singapore's Citizens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-2537945193171874547?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/2537945193171874547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=2537945193171874547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/2537945193171874547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/2537945193171874547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2009/01/wallet-found.html' title='Wallet Found'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1738832627203800487</id><published>2009-01-02T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:43:10.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009!</title><content type='html'>I've come across the 2 most depressing statements said to me today by someone who means alot to me: "Are you threatening me again?" and "Don't worry, I never expected much from you anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I do have many flaws in my character.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; trying to change.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess its not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess you won't be reading this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it has been the best year yet last year.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm lucky, it would be even better this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I've:&lt;br /&gt;- forged many many new friendships that I cherish&lt;br /&gt;- learnt many lessons about girls and romance&lt;br /&gt;- read many many subjectively boring but unquestionably useful books&lt;br /&gt;- gotten closer to my family by an atom's diameter (which is alot)&lt;br /&gt;- maintained healthy relationships with past friends&lt;br /&gt;- found the greatest boss and role model ever&lt;br /&gt;- discovered my vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;there are only two constants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Music&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I'd like to thank everyone who've made a positive impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boss, Nadarajan, for all the guidance and motivation&lt;br /&gt;my buddy, Eugene, for teaching me music and the awesomic fun&lt;br /&gt;my most trusted friend, Shawn, for all the great talks and just being there when I needed you&lt;br /&gt;my best of pals, Shen Yean, Weikang, Dharma, Matthias, Asik, for being the best of pals&lt;br /&gt;my MJ classmates, for keeping in touch, esp Jie, Bren, Eekee&lt;br /&gt;my canoeing teammates, for being the rowdiest ever&lt;br /&gt;my Army friends, esp Jim, Alvin, Silas, Luke, Kaartik, Ahmad, for making it bearable&lt;br /&gt;my beloved SquidnCo, for all the soccer excitement&lt;br /&gt;my family, for all the love thus far&lt;br /&gt;my cousins, who are the best cousins one could ever ask for&lt;br /&gt;my everyone-else, who've been awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything you've done that changed me directly or indirectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is inevitable, but you've made life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1738832627203800487?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1738832627203800487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1738832627203800487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the kind of girl who can take down a man&lt;br /&gt;And lift him back up again&lt;br /&gt;You are strong, but you’re needy, humble but you’re greedy&lt;br /&gt;And based on your body language and shouted cursive I’ve been reading&lt;br /&gt;Your style is quite selective, but your mind is rather reckless&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what a beautiful mess this is.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like picking up trash in dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write&lt;br /&gt;Kind of turn themselves into knives&lt;br /&gt;don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction&lt;br /&gt;Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear&lt;br /&gt;Cause here we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you were biased I love your advice&lt;br /&gt;Your comebacks they’re quick and probably have to do with your insecurities&lt;br /&gt;There’s no shame in being crazy, depending on how you take these&lt;br /&gt;Words that paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s a beautiful mess, yes it is&lt;br /&gt;It’s like, we are picking up trash in dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say&lt;br /&gt;Kind of turn themselves into blades&lt;br /&gt;And the kind and courteous is a life I’ve heard&lt;br /&gt;But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Cause here, here we are, Here we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a beautiful mess this is&lt;br /&gt;It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through timeless words in priceless pictures&lt;br /&gt;We’ll fly like birds not of this earth&lt;br /&gt;And tides they turn and hearts disfigure&lt;br /&gt;But that’s no concern when we’re wounded together&lt;br /&gt;And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts&lt;br /&gt;But it’s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Mess'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1810260216642529611</id><published>2008-12-27T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:38:30.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gigs and gigabytes</title><content type='html'>sean's performance was good&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll turn up for future ones...&lt;br /&gt;not so into jap pop though =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to improve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1810260216642529611?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-2789675084212350306</id><published>2008-12-25T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:00:05.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY XMAS</title><content type='html'>Its going to be a lonely year without my baby :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-2789675084212350306?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/2789675084212350306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=2789675084212350306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is short, and you are hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is long when you know how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is long when you know what matters :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1522462241116574778?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1522462241116574778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1522462241116574778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1522462241116574778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times I'll always look back and say,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Life wasn't too bad, was it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all my friends,&lt;br /&gt;in case I die without having the chance to say it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ALL OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;LIVE WELL AND PROSPER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-7346890338636142859?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/7346890338636142859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=7346890338636142859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7346890338636142859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7346890338636142859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/12/times-when-life-feels-right.html' title='Times when Life feels Right'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8670637606146734061</id><published>2008-12-22T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:17:22.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to breathe</title><content type='html'>my decision making is fucking bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't got a clue on what i want and what i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck me, geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8670637606146734061?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8670637606146734061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8670637606146734061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8670637606146734061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8670637606146734061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-to-breathe.html' title='i need to breathe'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-6087337388193358205</id><published>2008-12-21T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:56:49.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning?</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but I've decided to come back here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sometimes confuses me&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to confront some matters head on for awhile&lt;br /&gt;but now it hurts from the impact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand how some people really think&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna stop guessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe when you're done being stupid we can be friends.&lt;br /&gt;at least make an effort, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so you think you can hold the world up by a string&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with all that you have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-6087337388193358205?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/6087337388193358205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=6087337388193358205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6087337388193358205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6087337388193358205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning?'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8917298090701955236</id><published>2008-10-07T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:46:00.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Post</title><content type='html'>There is no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;and no ends mostly mean no beginnings&lt;br /&gt;and without beginnings&lt;br /&gt;we are lost in transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i finally know what i have to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8917298090701955236?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8917298090701955236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8917298090701955236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8917298090701955236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8917298090701955236'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8100526891253464066?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8100526891253464066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8100526891253464066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8100526891253464066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8100526891253464066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/10/waiting-for-your.html' title='waiting for your'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-3916437439183584387</id><published>2008-10-05T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:58:48.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suffocate me with the guitar strings</title><content type='html'>i need a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-3916437439183584387?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/3916437439183584387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=3916437439183584387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/3916437439183584387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/3916437439183584387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/10/suffocate-me-with-guitar-strings.html' title='suffocate me with the guitar strings'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1239836804819038437</id><published>2008-10-03T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:49:41.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day asik won me 7 balls</title><content type='html'>geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things couldn't get anymore depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pool is supposed to make me happier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1239836804819038437?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1239836804819038437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1239836804819038437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1239836804819038437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1239836804819038437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-asik-won-me-7-balls.html' title='the day asik won me 7 balls'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-6483607331103531702</id><published>2008-10-01T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:29:28.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endings and Beginnings</title><content type='html'>I'm so glad that we can finally be friends with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Now make sure you work hard over there :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-6483607331103531702?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/6483607331103531702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=6483607331103531702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6483607331103531702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6483607331103531702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/10/endings-and-beginnings.html' title='Endings and Beginnings'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-2760219622038791499</id><published>2008-09-25T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T03:06:06.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if there is a god</title><content type='html'>hell of a bad week&lt;br /&gt;the time not spent sleeping&lt;br /&gt;was spent on pool and drinking&lt;br /&gt;still hopeful about SAT though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me the strength to overcome this&lt;br /&gt;give me the foresight to know how to handle this&lt;br /&gt;give me the wisdom to grow through pain and move on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-2760219622038791499?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8926431136124887872</id><published>2008-09-19T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:17:49.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make-up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shoppinglifestyle.com/microsite/200808_contest/index.asp?r=ujdlmfnzbsnqjuAipunbjm/dpn"&gt;http://www.shoppinglifestyle.com/microsite/200808_contest/index.asp?r=ujdlmfnzbsnqjuAipunbjm/dpn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I'm so enthusiastic about this but pls help out! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8926431136124887872?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8926431136124887872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8926431136124887872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8926431136124887872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8926431136124887872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/09/make-up.html' title='make-up?'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-2962704089846840055</id><published>2008-09-16T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:00:35.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dilemma of education</title><content type='html'>there are so many choices regarding everything nowadays&lt;br /&gt;and the reality took that long to hit me&lt;br /&gt;where to go, what to do?&lt;br /&gt;i need a kiss my ass hurts so much money to spend time with me and you collide and crap my pants when you sing like a devil wears prada is so expensive but its so ugly like betty so petty like a 6 year old apartment needs cleaning now and then the question is who watches the watchmen who guard the museum is falling apart to pieces of time that needs recollection like stamps on my balls which are square like spongebob and patrick went jelly-fishing is fun so lets go and drown the ministers and get our money back in time where lives were meaningful and not like mine where i sit all day looking at university courses and prerequisites and frown to myself wishing i could bite my ass off for not working harder and then the witch came back to curse me and now i grew shorter and yet longer at the same time and i realise i've said time so many times oh shit that's another okay the need to improve english appears and voila! i disappear into the dark abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need more hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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education'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1115134939201780371</id><published>2008-09-14T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:21:52.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>timetimetime</title><content type='html'>i've got a crazy business idea&lt;br /&gt;but before i can implement it&lt;br /&gt;it'll probably be taken away&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1115134939201780371?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-2864338944081482635</id><published>2008-09-14T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:08:23.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarecrow</title><content type='html'>Life suddenly appears as a rat race&lt;br /&gt;i no longer have any idea what i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no reassurances on the future&lt;br /&gt;no hope from the past&lt;br /&gt;no will in the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am dying&lt;br /&gt;not in the physical sense of course&lt;br /&gt;but life has become mere existence&lt;br /&gt;as air turns to lead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-2864338944081482635?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-4914818749246307492</id><published>2008-09-12T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:21:05.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two-Faced Man</title><content type='html'>i got owned by my physiotheraphy session today&lt;br /&gt;things that really look simple can be really tough sometimes&lt;br /&gt;a lesson well taught today =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-4914818749246307492?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/4914818749246307492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-2903394833829564745</id><published>2008-09-09T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:35:33.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Wishes</title><content type='html'>there are many things i wished that i could've changed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i wished that i was more athletic, or started sports at a much younger age&lt;br /&gt;i wished that i started reading earlier&lt;br /&gt;i wished that i had a better relationship with my brother&lt;br /&gt;i wished that Dad would have time to do jigsaw puzzles with me and my family&lt;br /&gt;i wished that i had been more romantic&lt;br /&gt;i wished that i had a clue of what i wanna be in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we all know wishes are useless&lt;br /&gt;what is important is what we intend to do about what we can change&lt;br /&gt;and there is one last wish that is within my control to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;and that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be a better man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-2903394833829564745?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/2903394833829564745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=2903394833829564745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/2903394833829564745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/2903394833829564745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-wishes.html' title='Best Wishes'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1596054481595510234</id><published>2008-09-07T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:56:39.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil Gaiman, My Hero</title><content type='html'>Finished Endless Nights in a couple of hours today,&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the story unravels for every member of the Endless.&lt;br /&gt;The story writing and variety of artistic styles really satisfies people of all tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get my hands on American Gods.&lt;br /&gt;The only pity is that I have yet to read it.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1596054481595510234?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1596054481595510234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1596054481595510234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1596054481595510234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1596054481595510234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/09/neil-gaiman-my-hero.html' title='Neil Gaiman, My Hero'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1786686222005306572</id><published>2008-08-27T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:21:09.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell</title><content type='html'>the feeling keeps coming back&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what's coming over me&lt;br /&gt;but suddenly life has no meaning&lt;br /&gt;if it has, it has slipped out of reach, beyond my conscious mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do we hope to expect from our lifetime,&lt;br /&gt;when in the end the end is inevitable no matter what we do?&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to hope for, no legacy as of yet&lt;br /&gt;but i have someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for trying your best to come over whenever you can:&lt;br /&gt;- Brenda&lt;br /&gt;- Joyce&lt;br /&gt;- Shawn&lt;br /&gt;- Alvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to the canoeing chaps for visiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys are the brightest sparks in my mundane, sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1786686222005306572?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1786686222005306572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1786686222005306572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1786686222005306572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1786686222005306572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/08/cell.html' title='Cell'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1841522023650304681</id><published>2008-08-25T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:52:52.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>tonight the feeling came back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its due to the sudden long periods of time spent alone&lt;br /&gt;but tonight, after reading quite a bit of &lt;em&gt;Cell&lt;/em&gt; by Stephen King,&lt;br /&gt;I felt so very scared of the notion of death&lt;br /&gt;how inevitable it is&lt;br /&gt;and i'm stumped wondering how the heroes of history dealt with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its something to do with acceptance&lt;br /&gt;we need to accept these things&lt;br /&gt;and i'm finding it so hard to.&lt;br /&gt;i really am.&lt;br /&gt;my mind is being torn apart just thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to believe that God exists&lt;br /&gt;i want to believe that there's a heaven out there waiting for us&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to accept that after life there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to know for sure that we're only made up of cells&lt;br /&gt;that there is no mind nor soul, just our brains and bodies&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to live over and over again&lt;br /&gt;being reincarnated&lt;br /&gt;or i would like to live in eternal salvation with Him&lt;br /&gt;but my logical self just reasons against this.&lt;br /&gt;But i want to believe, i need to believe in something&lt;br /&gt;and clearly no life after death ain't reassuring at all&lt;br /&gt;nor is eternal damnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to lead the happiest life ever possible&lt;br /&gt;and so, i would like to tell all my friends here and not here&lt;br /&gt;from now on&lt;br /&gt;I love you all&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't be LG without anyone of you&lt;br /&gt;even if we may have had some frictions in the past&lt;br /&gt;i forgive and forget all that and hope to receive the same&lt;br /&gt;i want to live a life of love, not one of dissatisfaction&lt;br /&gt;and i want to die just like Jack Cooper&lt;br /&gt;with my wife beside me, happily&lt;br /&gt;but hopefully without the years of pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like i wanna go out with a bang&lt;br /&gt;without knowing what hit me&lt;br /&gt;so i won't have the time to regret&lt;br /&gt;and just disappear physically, but fixed in the hearts of my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter that i don't become famous&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to love and be loved in return by the people who mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;and that would be anyone who would allow me to do so&lt;br /&gt;im not desperate to love or be loved&lt;br /&gt;im just desperate to live a life of love&lt;br /&gt;whatever that means&lt;br /&gt;i guess it means the same damned thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im spending too much time by myself&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need some company&lt;br /&gt;before i go crazy inside and tear myself apart outside&lt;br /&gt;ms chew please come and visit me more often!&lt;br /&gt;and BFF please do so too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I need to tell you I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and make sure you feel that way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every single day we're on this earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i do, very much, love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1841522023650304681?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1841522023650304681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1841522023650304681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1841522023650304681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1841522023650304681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/08/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-958008657849462920</id><published>2008-08-24T19:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:24:59.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wednesday Letters</title><content type='html'>amazing book about altruistic and unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i was as strong as the Coopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i'll have to work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-958008657849462920?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/958008657849462920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=958008657849462920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/958008657849462920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/958008657849462920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/08/wednesday-letters.html' title='The Wednesday Letters'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-3418666225568309803</id><published>2008-08-21T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:41:13.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>necessary decisions, unnecessarily complicated.</title><content type='html'>i thought i've already figured out what i wanted&lt;br /&gt;but you made me aware of the alternatives&lt;br /&gt;and now, well, i'll be damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's not much time left&lt;br /&gt;but there wasn't much time in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has come to a point where i know i'll never be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;but i will always be happy&lt;br /&gt;but only because i choose it&lt;br /&gt;and yes, happiness is a choice, not a lifestyle, not an aim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-3418666225568309803?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/3418666225568309803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=3418666225568309803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/3418666225568309803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/3418666225568309803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/08/necessary-decisions-unnecessarily_21.html' title='necessary decisions, unnecessarily complicated.'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-5380824874281990904</id><published>2008-08-12T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:58:10.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going good</title><content type='html'>xray and doc says everything's going fine&lt;br /&gt;and im spending my days throwing rubbish away&lt;br /&gt;filtering through old CDs and books&lt;br /&gt;but im still not bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;WHOEVER IS FREE PLS COME AND VISIT ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-5380824874281990904?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/5380824874281990904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=5380824874281990904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5380824874281990904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5380824874281990904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-good.html' title='going good'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1124996652307840467</id><published>2008-08-05T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:38:27.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a prisoner of birth</title><content type='html'>i've suddenly become a fan of jeffrey archer&lt;br /&gt;thanks to eugene's pop&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'll go on to read eckhart tolle&lt;br /&gt;recommended by boss&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we'll meet soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1124996652307840467?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-6905239899117371014</id><published>2008-08-04T19:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:58:17.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rehab and damage</title><content type='html'>i could not resist my temper when i came back limping from running after the dog and tackling him while he was biting another dog. the main gate had been left open and i failed to take that into account when i decided to let the dog out of its den. and i blamed my maid for that. seems like all this while i've been trying to change but the impulses are still able to overpower me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am, still, a piece of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-6905239899117371014?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/6905239899117371014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=6905239899117371014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6905239899117371014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/6905239899117371014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/08/rehab-and-damage.html' title='rehab and damage'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-7880330334746608027</id><published>2008-08-01T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:23:07.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusion</title><content type='html'>I'm glad to have gone for it&lt;br /&gt;(and survived it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying taking all the time in the world&lt;br /&gt;taking my room apart&lt;br /&gt;looking back at all my old things&lt;br /&gt;realising how much has changed&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of what to do in future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look back now&lt;br /&gt;and i am glad&lt;br /&gt;for onli now i can truly say&lt;br /&gt;it was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-7880330334746608027?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/7880330334746608027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=7880330334746608027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7880330334746608027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7880330334746608027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Conclusion'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-5351185925511082340</id><published>2008-07-30T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:48:51.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SJAq4-4IRXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NwZI1waAhGk/s1600-h/Bob-Marley-Print-C13179730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SJAq4-4IRXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NwZI1waAhGk/s320/Bob-Marley-Print-C13179730.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228726325816608114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-5351185925511082340?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/5351185925511082340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=5351185925511082340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5351185925511082340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/5351185925511082340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SJAq4-4IRXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NwZI1waAhGk/s72-c/Bob-Marley-Print-C13179730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8637510499574164424</id><published>2008-07-30T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:44:38.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HSM 3</title><content type='html'>Zac Efron has been gyming hard clearly.&lt;br /&gt;but the new look doesn't suit him one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8637510499574164424?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8637510499574164424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8637510499574164424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8637510499574164424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8637510499574164424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/07/hsm-3.html' title='HSM 3'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-7024771206851479014</id><published>2008-07-29T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:26:25.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't wanna talk about it</title><content type='html'>so im not going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lying there almost crippled for days&lt;br /&gt;and watching the espy awards&lt;br /&gt;how athletes have performed miracles&lt;br /&gt;time and time again&lt;br /&gt;and how i can never pick myself up to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;im not proud nor am i ashamed of it&lt;br /&gt;i did cry&lt;br /&gt;and the crying led me to see what's important&lt;br /&gt;and now im changed.&lt;br /&gt;so don't put me along the same line as the lg u knew before.&lt;br /&gt;but not a handful really know me anyway&lt;br /&gt;not that many care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't smile without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't laugh, i can't sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm finding it hard to do anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you see i feel sad when you're sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel glad when you're glad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you only knew what i'm going through...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just can't smile without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you came along just like a song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and brightened my day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who would've believed that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were part of a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now it all seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;light years away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never found any words capable of sounding what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;these come as close as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep in mind what you want,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep in your heart what you have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-7024771206851479014?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/7024771206851479014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=7024771206851479014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/7024771206851479014'/><link rel='self' 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Healthily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-4608688353842084870?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/4608688353842084870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=4608688353842084870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/4608688353842084870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/4608688353842084870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/07/71st-post-final-goodbye.html' title='71st Post, Final Goodbye'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1217454257880050900</id><published>2008-07-20T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T02:53:05.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last 4 Days</title><content type='html'>Finally got my comp up and running&lt;br /&gt;shall post a pic of it soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now just waiting for the bed &amp;amp; the bookshelves&lt;br /&gt;and then I'll be ready for the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come, bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1217454257880050900?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1217454257880050900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1217454257880050900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1217454257880050900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1217454257880050900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-4-days.html' title='The Last 4 Days'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-8249550526188250956</id><published>2008-07-11T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:08:08.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting and yet frightening changes</title><content type='html'>getting a new comp tmr.&lt;br /&gt;going msia next week.&lt;br /&gt;going for op the following.&lt;br /&gt;while my room's being renovated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for my mc to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-8249550526188250956?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/8249550526188250956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=8249550526188250956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8249550526188250956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/8249550526188250956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/07/exciting-and-yet-frightening-changes.html' title='exciting and yet frightening changes'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-423001477615241336</id><published>2008-07-10T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:33:47.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sam sung a new song.</title><content type='html'>oh well lost my new samsung (okay maybe not that new) and got another one; its cool and nice and light but its so hard to use! (juz coz i have fat fingers ARGH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been spending too much lately.&lt;br /&gt;$300 at gramophone warehouse sale&lt;br /&gt;$200 at kino&lt;br /&gt;$140 at borders&lt;br /&gt;$192 at MPH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can this obsessive compulsive behavior pls stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm won't be spending much soon after the op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't muster the courage to face this predicament. i need your help to live through this. Give me strength, not the opportunity to show strength, and i will love you forever more. At least i'll try my best. Save me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-423001477615241336?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/423001477615241336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=423001477615241336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/423001477615241336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/423001477615241336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-well-lost-my-new-samsung-okay-maybe.html' title='sam sung a new song.'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-2595347794797235303</id><published>2008-07-03T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:21:28.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Smelly Toufu</title><content type='html'>The date has been set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am scared outta my balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, I know I don't really have a favourable relationship with you, but for once, please bless me and induce within me the courage and strength to overcome this difficulty. I swear that if everything is successful I will turn over a new leaf and make everyday count. I will give to mankind in the way your son has done so, but never get close enough to the extent of the sacrifice he committed himself to. I will become useful to the human race and make ripples which will power tsunamis through the vast dimensions of the human race in the name of progress, in your name, God Almighty. Just give me this one chance and don't take away my legs, and you have my word that I will do whatever it takes to right the wrongs of this world, a task too gargantuan for a single being except yourself but I will try my best no matter what. Please be there with me in the operation and exude upon me the benevolence I have heard so much about. I will love you everyday for that. Thank you. Amen. God Bless Us All.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-2595347794797235303?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/2595347794797235303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=2595347794797235303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/2595347794797235303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/2595347794797235303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/07/operation-smelly-toufu.html' title='Operation Smelly Toufu'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-1065027048123895200</id><published>2008-07-03T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:11:41.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-1065027048123895200?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/1065027048123895200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=1065027048123895200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1065027048123895200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/1065027048123895200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8722564922765443636.post-3196938184740789751</id><published>2008-07-02T04:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:11:33.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List</title><content type='html'>The last few things I feel like I'll really splurge on this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sandman Collection (Volumes I to III) by Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;2. entire Friends Series (DVD)&lt;br /&gt;3. Paulo Coelho Bookset&lt;br /&gt;4. Matthew Reilly Series (left 3 books)&lt;br /&gt;5. Michael Crichton Series&lt;br /&gt;6. Dan Brown Collection&lt;br /&gt;7. Jodi Picoult books&lt;br /&gt;8. maybe a few Tony Buzan books&lt;br /&gt;9. definitely some John C. Maxwell books&lt;br /&gt;10. A few more notebooks&lt;br /&gt;13. World Map &amp;amp; Globe&lt;br /&gt;14. Bicycle&lt;br /&gt;15. new Computer&lt;br /&gt;16. Adobe Toolset&lt;br /&gt;17. A couple of 1000+ pieces Jigsaw Puzzle&lt;br /&gt;18. Definitely more clothes&lt;br /&gt;19. A trip to Malaysia and another to somewhere further at year end&lt;br /&gt;20. Either a new watch, a new guitar, a few good bags, OR a good pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly i wonder where i'm gonna get all the money from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8722564922765443636-3196938184740789751?l=mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/feeds/3196938184740789751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8722564922765443636&amp;postID=3196938184740789751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/3196938184740789751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8722564922765443636/posts/default/3196938184740789751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsmellytoufu.blogspot.com/2008/07/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>Laiguang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10224909295994380090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c3_atSmSTVE/SYm7OJFo5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/yToaZEPwERs/S220/PB210052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
