<?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-3434119</id><updated>2012-01-02T13:19:44.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baah.</title><subtitle type='html'>random ramblings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>663</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-4383624641731670275</id><published>2011-12-29T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T12:58:57.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-reflection</title><summary type='text'>In a sense, I suppose quarter-life crises are a response to the fear that we aren't going to be good at anything.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/4383624641731670275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=4383624641731670275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4383624641731670275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4383624641731670275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/12/self-reflection.html' title='Self-reflection'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-8607777921169275467</id><published>2011-12-27T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:49:19.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart</title><summary type='text'>I received your emailthrough a mailing list, no less.It took a few days before the melancholy touched me, this time.What happened between then and now, my friend?We thought we were buddies.You can't mourn a friendshipif you can't even remember what we had.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/8607777921169275467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=8607777921169275467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8607777921169275467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8607777921169275467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/12/absence-makes-heart.html' title='Absence makes the heart'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-3333329128871463332</id><published>2011-12-23T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:50:08.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdf</title><summary type='text'>oh dear. The last few posts have been quite depressing. That's not good.Um. unfortunately I don't know how to make it better right now.so to end off on a bright note,=)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/3333329128871463332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=3333329128871463332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3333329128871463332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3333329128871463332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/12/asdf.html' title='asdf'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-2712792591545355268</id><published>2011-12-02T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T13:17:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't be saying this.</title><summary type='text'>My grandma is only good for converting food into shit.and testing my patience.I'm sorry. Apparently i've failed the test.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/2712792591545355268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=2712792591545355268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2712792591545355268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2712792591545355268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-shouldnt-be-saying-this.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t be saying this.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-4849296958551724095</id><published>2011-10-05T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T00:45:59.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><summary type='text'>There is more than one way of seeing things.There is also more than one way of saying things.But what matters is how you see things.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/4849296958551724095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=4849296958551724095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4849296958551724095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4849296958551724095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/10/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-4133755798097857652</id><published>2011-08-31T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T19:11:37.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts.</title><summary type='text'>My favourite smell is dark chocolate. do they make perfumes in that?Maybe i could go study chocolate.cadbury is not chocolate.is it okay to not love in order to protect yourself? or maybe there's something wrong in the way i love?funny, i only started crying after the blood started flowing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/4133755798097857652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=4133755798097857652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4133755798097857652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4133755798097857652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/08/thoughts.html' title='thoughts.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-4505711077314532330</id><published>2011-07-27T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:43:58.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why am i doing this?</title><summary type='text'>...dear God, why is this happening?It just hit me that I'm now implementing the very system I hated the most in school (other than CL exams) - CCA points....suddenly i don't want to do this anymore.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/4505711077314532330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=4505711077314532330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4505711077314532330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4505711077314532330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/07/karma.html' title='why am i doing this?'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-8087384887614393886</id><published>2011-07-05T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T09:10:51.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>booty alert</title><summary type='text'>eh, more like opportunity alert.http://www.arionpress.com/apprenticeship.htmltime for a change in career?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/8087384887614393886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=8087384887614393886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8087384887614393886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8087384887614393886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/07/booty-alert.html' title='booty alert'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-2284860296467170354</id><published>2011-06-27T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T10:43:23.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore throat.</title><summary type='text'>1. The loudest sound I can make now is whistling. And coughing. 2. Three people gave me lozenges - colleague, student and the auntie selling tissue paper. I feel loved. ^^</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/2284860296467170354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=2284860296467170354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2284860296467170354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2284860296467170354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/06/sore-throat.html' title='Sore throat.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6976182807248223613</id><published>2011-05-07T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T11:43:36.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gran's hobbies</title><summary type='text'>eatingsleepingclosing the windowswiping the table</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6976182807248223613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6976182807248223613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6976182807248223613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6976182807248223613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/05/grans-hobbies.html' title='gran&apos;s hobbies'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-144275369697143510</id><published>2011-04-30T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T10:02:51.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear God, is it really another long weekend? - It's too good to be true.Dear Apache, why aren't you listening to my html? gar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/144275369697143510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=144275369697143510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/144275369697143510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/144275369697143510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-god-is-it-really-another-long.html' title=''/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-2728471160851674844</id><published>2011-04-10T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:34:04.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><summary type='text'>note to self: no more natto beans. i've earned a nickname: scaryface. somehow i don't mind.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/2728471160851674844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=2728471160851674844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2728471160851674844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2728471160851674844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/04/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-4887656997548316285</id><published>2011-04-04T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T00:17:19.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Booty.</title><summary type='text'>..sending this from htc phone. I've gone over to the dark side..of typing on a touchscreen. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/4887656997548316285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=4887656997548316285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4887656997548316285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4887656997548316285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/04/booty.html' title='Booty.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-7628807466364977950</id><published>2011-03-28T14:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T15:59:52.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...anti bootyalert</title><summary type='text'>Do I really need a smartphone. (btw, targetted phone: htc incredible s)proscan read news while on the go. (no, i don't need twitter/fb/socialapps/games)can write notes on the go/update and check todolist/calendar - don't need to carry around my physical one, although i love it!can share phone photos quickly..the internet.check out places to go, things to do, how to get there..console emulator?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/7628807466364977950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=7628807466364977950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7628807466364977950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7628807466364977950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/03/anti-bootyalert.html' title='...anti bootyalert'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-3316540553263420184</id><published>2011-03-14T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:16:16.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yi yi</title><summary type='text'>haven't really got my head around the title yet. or why certain scenes were put in.after reading the essays on Edward Yang's directing style etc, now I wish I could go back and watch it again. Rar. i really feel like a philistine now.moral of story: do your research before the film.thought: i think culture puts too much faith in humanity.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/3316540553263420184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=3316540553263420184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3316540553263420184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3316540553263420184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/03/yi-yi.html' title='yi yi'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-7601545377170925669</id><published>2011-02-26T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:10:59.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more randomness</title><summary type='text'>lovely movies:Lars and the real girlRabbit hole(Singapore shorts)overheard:father to daughter (paraphrased): You go for tuition, then you get top!thought:you know all those recycling projects/crafts we made for some school requirement or other? Didn't they end up in the trash bin more often than in the recycling bin?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/7601545377170925669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=7601545377170925669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7601545377170925669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7601545377170925669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-randomness.html' title='more randomness'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-601687945460048546</id><published>2011-02-19T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:12:45.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you guys.</title><summary type='text'>Me: After I shat, I lost weight!Mum and Sis: Yey! Shit more!Thanks for the support, guys..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/601687945460048546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=601687945460048546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/601687945460048546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/601687945460048546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-you-guys.html' title='i love you guys.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-4383940154595763043</id><published>2011-02-13T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:38:52.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prayer</title><summary type='text'>lead us not into temptation - and deliver us from evil, for i am weak.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/4383940154595763043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=4383940154595763043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4383940154595763043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4383940154595763043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/02/prayer.html' title='prayer'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-7603105401262659922</id><published>2011-02-13T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:08:21.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><summary type='text'>C'mon, let's face it: Friendship day is just singles like me being sore losers.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/7603105401262659922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=7603105401262659922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7603105401262659922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7603105401262659922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-4441875057847930115</id><published>2011-01-26T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:25:39.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>What's this with listing the "Holy Bible" and then putting the author as "Unknown"? I mean, if you're already saying it's holy, then the identity of the author is a moot point, isn't it? (Heh what about other religious texts, then?)Plus point to taking the stairs instead of the lift: irritating that pesky yapping dog owned by one of the families on the lower floorsNote to self: If you're gonna be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/4441875057847930115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=4441875057847930115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4441875057847930115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4441875057847930115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-random-thoughts.html' title='More random thoughts'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6824708831926712725</id><published>2011-01-22T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:17:16.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random musings</title><summary type='text'>At makan session - new dinner etiquette: wait for photographers to finish taking photos of the dish before starting on it.How to make kids stop talking to you (permanently): "I'm sorry, I don't talk to unaccompanied minors."You know you're old when you can recognise half the songs on the "90s weekend" show. And sec 1s ask you to referee between justin bieber fans vs keith simpson (?) fans.Sex </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6824708831926712725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6824708831926712725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6824708831926712725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6824708831926712725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-musings.html' title='random musings'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-7803169177444209700</id><published>2011-01-16T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T00:21:29.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some letters</title><summary type='text'>Dear Mum and Dad,I have been a good daughter so please don't put unreasonable expectations on me like needing to be happy.Dear God,What's the point of giving someone a vagina, womb and ovaries if she isn't going to use them? It's a bloody waste of hormones, time, effort, emotions, and blood.Dear Marsala,You taste horrible but you sure make me high pretty fast.Lovesw</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/7803169177444209700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=7803169177444209700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7803169177444209700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7803169177444209700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-letters.html' title='Some letters'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-2668849098255750663</id><published>2011-01-12T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:46:41.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meme - me, me?</title><summary type='text'>If i had a choice, i would fill my fridge with:salad mixloose leaf tea blendssoy milkgreek yoghurtdark chocolatefruit?...eh. Just noticed that these are all easily prepared with zero/minimal cooking required. harhar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/2668849098255750663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=2668849098255750663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2668849098255750663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2668849098255750663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/01/meme-me-me.html' title='meme - me, me?'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6313973562987903504</id><published>2011-01-03T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:38:11.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tourist</title><summary type='text'>Warning: Spoilerish. Spoilt.Best poker face: ShawBest about-face: EliseBest new face: APBest save face: Chief guyBest no face: Inspector guy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6313973562987903504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6313973562987903504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6313973562987903504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6313973562987903504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/01/tourist.html' title='The Tourist'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-479652240492174067</id><published>2011-01-03T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:05:32.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear yq, Re: your card</title><summary type='text'>I am sorry for not meeting the well-wishes in your card.I love you, too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/479652240492174067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=479652240492174067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/479652240492174067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/479652240492174067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-yq-re-your-card.html' title='Dear yq, Re: your card'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-317782756512817710</id><published>2011-01-01T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:16:39.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anti-resolutions</title><summary type='text'>not combined.quit job and roam round the world.become a pastry chefget laid by 30letterpress apprenticepiano/music accompanistuh, blame this on the alcohol.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/317782756512817710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=317782756512817710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/317782756512817710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/317782756512817710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2011/01/anti-resolutions.html' title='anti-resolutions'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-8901461021408213395</id><published>2010-12-31T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:01:35.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 2011</title><summary type='text'>combinedBe less messy next yearwear more hatsbackpackbe more firm/strictplay more pianotake care of skin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/8901461021408213395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=8901461021408213395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8901461021408213395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8901461021408213395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-2011.html' title='happy 2011'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-3717367452366036495</id><published>2010-12-28T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T01:37:57.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stern note to self.</title><summary type='text'>Darnit. I have been abusing my body's tolerance to various things and it seems that once lost, it is irretrievable:1. tolerance to motion sickness2. tolerance to caffeine After being unable to sleep two nights in a row, I think the second item is pretty much confirmed. (must have been those turkish coffees in Israel that did me in)Argh.I think next up would be my tolerance to alcohol (as in not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/3717367452366036495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=3717367452366036495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3717367452366036495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3717367452366036495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/12/stern-note-to-self.html' title='Stern note to self.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6863698168497545906</id><published>2010-12-24T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:28:53.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from israel.</title><summary type='text'>I hated the weather, but I loved everything else. Listening to "Israel's Greatest Hits 2010" and looking through photos - strangely, it evokes this feeling of loss. (or perhaps i just feel like this for every trip i take overseas.)Things that made an impression, just off the top of my mind:Barren hills and mountains in the evening, silent yet beautifulAn old man busking - gently (lovingly?) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6863698168497545906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6863698168497545906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6863698168497545906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6863698168497545906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-from-israel.html' title='back from israel.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-7552630608024900813</id><published>2010-12-10T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:21:43.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so, i'm supposed to be wiser.</title><summary type='text'>But the same thing happens every year. I don't think that proverb makes any sense at all-until i start learning from my mistakes or telling myself to "wake up my idea".In any case. I always feel let down on this day, every year; it's because I expect something magical to happen. But I keep forgetting it's just another day of the year. Sorry for placing my stupid and unreasonable expectations on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/7552630608024900813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=7552630608024900813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7552630608024900813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7552630608024900813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-im-supposed-to-be-wiser.html' title='so, i&apos;m supposed to be wiser.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-2318066850752583284</id><published>2010-12-08T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:00:31.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-wishlist</title><summary type='text'>Apologies for presumptuous post. But well..it's the only time of the year I can do this. Actually I've got everything I can possibly have; the best gift anyone could give me would be sharing a meal/a card with more handwritten than printed content. ^^Anti-wishlist, because I have too many of these things, and fear not loving them enough:1. Bag/wallet/pouch/holding containers2. Watches3. notebooks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/2318066850752583284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=2318066850752583284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2318066850752583284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2318066850752583284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/12/anti-wishlist.html' title='Anti-wishlist'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-8629735518375448725</id><published>2010-11-23T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:12:56.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all going to heck!</title><summary type='text'>Just realised my posts are becoming increasingly vapid in tone and content. So this is what the holidays do to my mind. (And when it's not the holidays, I don't blog at all.) I know, maybe I should get a twitter account instead!...nah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/8629735518375448725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=8629735518375448725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8629735518375448725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8629735518375448725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-all-going-to-heck.html' title='It&apos;s all going to heck!'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-1124798324909947966</id><published>2010-11-23T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:56:04.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo</title><summary type='text'>Dear Cute Waiter,While I appreciate your presence, please have the grace to stay out of my sight so I can concentrate on my food/dinner companions.Thank you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/1124798324909947966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=1124798324909947966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1124798324909947966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1124798324909947966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/11/xoxo.html' title='xoxo'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-328990748136788701</id><published>2010-11-17T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:49:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more, more booty...</title><summary type='text'>and Planescape: Torment. (Get it for only $9.99 at Good Old Games!)It's like christmas is here early. Gee. Now I'm feeling kinda guilty.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/328990748136788701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=328990748136788701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/328990748136788701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/328990748136788701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-more-booty.html' title='more, more booty...'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HukP6QEXb1g/TOPrN_v_ffI/AAAAAAAAAE4/aBitUd2rRvw/s72-c/17112010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-7904664502200644538</id><published>2010-11-16T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:08:40.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live range</title><summary type='text'>...I realised today that I miss the smell of gunpowder.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/7904664502200644538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=7904664502200644538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7904664502200644538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7904664502200644538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/11/live-range.html' title='live range'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-2260394676492154762</id><published>2010-11-15T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T19:06:32.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...more booty.</title><summary type='text'>Bebook reader Neo...this is bordering on the obsessive.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/2260394676492154762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=2260394676492154762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2260394676492154762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2260394676492154762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-booty_15.html' title='...more booty.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-8339751016246756658</id><published>2010-11-14T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:07:52.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...more booty</title><summary type='text'>skinny jeans.natalie merchant's latest album.neverwinter nights.Insulated transparent cup ^^Oh, it's a slippery slope downwards...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/8339751016246756658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=8339751016246756658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8339751016246756658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8339751016246756658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-booty.html' title='...more booty'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-8095689723234996881</id><published>2010-11-12T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:09:01.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOTY.</title><summary type='text'>Pentel GraphGear Mechanical pencilThey say idle hands do the devil's work. I couldn't agree more.Update: Oh, the weight and feel in my hands - just delicious. I can't stop touching it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/8095689723234996881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=8095689723234996881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8095689723234996881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8095689723234996881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/11/booty.html' title='BOOTY.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-2291341089412817981</id><published>2010-11-12T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T10:23:20.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new obsession</title><summary type='text'>librarything. *goes mad adding all my books*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/2291341089412817981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=2291341089412817981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2291341089412817981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2291341089412817981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-obsession.html' title='new obsession'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-869099477227778388</id><published>2010-11-10T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T10:12:25.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it ends.</title><summary type='text'>Streaming results out. Seeing their new classes somehow makes it more final than the last day of school.hm. I'm feeling this sense of loss, although I'm kinda relieved to see them off. I suppose you can't not get attached after spending two years together. Ah well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/869099477227778388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=869099477227778388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/869099477227778388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/869099477227778388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-so-it-ends.html' title='And so it ends.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-2661477181428332494</id><published>2010-11-07T13:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:08:02.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a happier note.</title><summary type='text'>I like chilling out with my grandma. All I have to do is just sit there and hold her hand. If I talk, she's fine. If we don't talk, she's fine too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/2661477181428332494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=2661477181428332494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2661477181428332494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2661477181428332494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-happier-note.html' title='On a happier note.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-4084538403404085747</id><published>2010-11-07T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:06:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for emo.</title><summary type='text'>Just realised today that I'm freakishly, crazily posessive. I thought i'd got over it, gotten more magnanimous perhaps, but apparently not. I just wish he'd hurry up and get out of my life. Then I won't have anything to be pissed off about.I'm like this jealous loner who drives away everyone around me and eventually ends up dying all alone in her miserable one-room flat. pfeh.Also. Alcohol and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/4084538403404085747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=4084538403404085747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4084538403404085747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4084538403404085747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry-for-emo.html' title='sorry for emo.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6234624304173172042</id><published>2010-11-05T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:10:46.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>degeneration</title><summary type='text'>drinking tonight. Perhaps the alcohol will fix my hopeless brain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6234624304173172042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6234624304173172042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6234624304173172042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6234624304173172042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/11/degeneration.html' title='degeneration'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-1428249257759154741</id><published>2010-11-05T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:06:16.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jargon</title><summary type='text'>...What is a "hedge of protection"?And what does it mean to be covered by the blood - apparently for protection, according to the context of its usage?And for guardian angels to be surrounding whatever area is in dire need of their presence?What? What? You're just making me more confused! AUGH</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/1428249257759154741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=1428249257759154741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1428249257759154741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1428249257759154741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/11/jargon.html' title='Jargon'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-3204267473674875404</id><published>2010-10-31T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:57:33.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting high, the healthy way</title><summary type='text'>...Other than imbibing the required amounts of alcohol, I have discovered:1. Exercise. 2. Donate blood, then exercise.3. Exercise, then play the piano.Of course the usual disclaimers apply. like. don't over-exert yourself after donating blood.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/3204267473674875404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=3204267473674875404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3204267473674875404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3204267473674875404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/10/getting-high-healthy-way.html' title='Getting high, the healthy way'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-1396977898175149376</id><published>2010-10-29T08:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T08:47:41.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASDF</title><summary type='text'>ASDF-sentence substitutean expression of outrage/incredulity at a particular event:"A new rule states that all uniformed defence personnel have to wear proper headdress when outdoors." "ASDF!"-synonymsWTF0_o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/1396977898175149376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=1396977898175149376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1396977898175149376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1396977898175149376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/10/asdf.html' title='ASDF'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-8346493020564734902</id><published>2010-10-22T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:52:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing pains</title><summary type='text'>Saw an ad on a bus, for a kid's musical: Sesame Street Live presents: When Elmo Grows Up. Er. Well, for one, he'd be Emo first.Such is the state of the child today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/8346493020564734902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=8346493020564734902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8346493020564734902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8346493020564734902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/10/growing-pains.html' title='growing pains'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-3441296672506083612</id><published>2010-10-20T08:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T08:30:17.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning</title><summary type='text'>Am on the search for healthy breakfast foods. Ideally, it should be:Balanced - not too much carb/fats, yet has other nutrients like proteinFast to eatMakes me feel full so I don't snack again when I reach workGives me energy but not too much...currently the one that fits the bill is a TimTam. huh.Actually it really has lots of energy. I remember eating a timtam once and then going for a swim; it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/3441296672506083612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=3441296672506083612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3441296672506083612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3441296672506083612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-morning.html' title='good morning'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-4698519000038221616</id><published>2010-10-12T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:14:23.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soundtrack of my life</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes when I wake up, there's this song that's stuck in my head and stubbornly remanins there playing itself all the way until I reach the bus stop and doze off in the bus. I'm guessing it has something to do with what I was preoccupied with the night before. So last night, I was reading The Oatmeal, and I woke up with "This Is the Song That Never Ends". Go figure.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/4698519000038221616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=4698519000038221616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4698519000038221616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4698519000038221616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/10/soundtrack-of-my-life.html' title='soundtrack of my life'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-279420026743539114</id><published>2010-10-11T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:52:56.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><summary type='text'>hmm. okay so it wasn't that huge a tube after all. But he will have to be cut up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/279420026743539114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=279420026743539114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/279420026743539114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/279420026743539114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/10/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6337259475385510972</id><published>2010-10-11T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:08:37.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch.</title><summary type='text'>...I think if someone cut a hole in my leg and stuck a great huge tubeup my artery to my heart (while I was watching), i'd be freaked outlike heck. But I suppose it's better than cutting open my chest.still. I wish i could be there to hold my dad's hand while it wasbeing done. But I know God will be there. so that's all right.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6337259475385510972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6337259475385510972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6337259475385510972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6337259475385510972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/10/ouch.html' title='ouch.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-1047655527841129397</id><published>2010-10-09T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T01:25:43.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self: Never drink and bake.</title><summary type='text'>Realised at the last minute that I'd forgotten the baking soda. Thank God.Sprinkled it on top of the batter already poured into the tins and hurriedly stirred the mixture. Haha. That was funny.On the other hand - alcohol goes well with chocolate batter. My favourite part of baking is when the cakes are in the oven and you're cleaning out the mixing bowl by hand.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/1047655527841129397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=1047655527841129397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1047655527841129397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1047655527841129397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/10/note-to-self-never-drink-and-bake.html' title='Note to self: Never drink and bake.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6065365611826631534</id><published>2010-10-03T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:55:37.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><summary type='text'>Hmm, am making progress with my unread book count. Read The Road by Cormac McCarthy and Brave New World. The blurbs just fail to capture the sense of these books so I shall not bother to do so. Just...go read them.I like a good book when it offers more than just the plot and the characters. And each word is chosen with care. One of the many lines from Brave New World that made me smile despite it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6065365611826631534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6065365611826631534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6065365611826631534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6065365611826631534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/10/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-8554155422091891988</id><published>2010-09-06T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:22:04.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another new follower!uh. what's the big deal with this followers thing, anyway? ...although it's flattering...but...what's it for?In any case - hello!Dad's roasting coffeebeans. over a frying pan. on our stove.Apparently that's the traditional way. I'm just amused and want to report that unroasted coffeebeans aren't bitter at all and are actually quite chewy and make quite a nice snack. hmm. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/8554155422091891988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=8554155422091891988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8554155422091891988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8554155422091891988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-new-follower-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-3182965091598247035</id><published>2010-09-04T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T10:30:57.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing with your tongue.</title><summary type='text'>because i was greedy and added too much almond essence to my coffee, i discovered something new: salt kind of takes the edge off the bitter taste. i think. but it kinda made the coffee taste funky. in a bad way.got to experiment abit more. hmm.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/3182965091598247035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=3182965091598247035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3182965091598247035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3182965091598247035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/09/playing-with-your-tongue.html' title='playing with your tongue.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-5239933927059329460</id><published>2010-09-01T03:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T04:08:04.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new news</title><summary type='text'>I have now a grand total of four followers! Hello hello! =)In honour of your support, I will celebrate by prettying up the scrollbar (only works in IE, though).No, seriously. I'd expected less traffic to this blog, much less followers. (though the word makes me sound like a cult master)In other news, I'd logged on to say:If you get up at weird times of the night to bake, does that mean you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/5239933927059329460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=5239933927059329460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/5239933927059329460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/5239933927059329460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-news.html' title='new news'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6083296112297904997</id><published>2010-08-26T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:10:23.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret hobby</title><summary type='text'>I just realised I actually enjoy drawing stuff on MS Draw. And then I remembered my brother had told me he enjoyed it, too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6083296112297904997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6083296112297904997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6083296112297904997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6083296112297904997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/08/secret-hobby.html' title='secret hobby'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-970951971397459386</id><published>2010-08-24T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:23:27.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Flower (Yusuke Kinoshita)</title><summary type='text'>Lovely. it was just right - didn't say more than it needed to.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0860465/' title='Water Flower (Yusuke Kinoshita)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/970951971397459386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=970951971397459386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/970951971397459386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/970951971397459386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/08/water-flower-yusuke-kinoshita.html' title='Water Flower (Yusuke Kinoshita)'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-5076550886523996645</id><published>2010-08-23T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T21:14:45.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><summary type='text'>I was searching through my pencilcase today and to my horror I realised that I had no less than four types of red pens. And that's not including the red marker at home. guh.listening to getai outside (live band! albeit off-tune) and drinking milk earl grey tea (starbucks would call it a frappe). I love the sound of the rain pattering on concrete. I love rain in the city.Ooh, which reminds me that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/5076550886523996645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=5076550886523996645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/5076550886523996645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/5076550886523996645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-970499532029363401</id><published>2010-08-22T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T23:22:53.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><summary type='text'>need a new sink.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/970499532029363401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=970499532029363401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/970499532029363401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/970499532029363401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-7633278159310640934</id><published>2010-08-20T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T23:35:36.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's like that.</title><summary type='text'>Today I was just struck by how effortless it is for a single person to break your day...and for another person to make things better again.all the more reason to be on the alert to do good!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/7633278159310640934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=7633278159310640934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7633278159310640934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7633278159310640934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/08/lifes-like-that.html' title='life&apos;s like that.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-1701491868447908112</id><published>2010-08-15T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:44:20.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...mood swings.</title><summary type='text'>and i thought i'd be over it by now. was suddenly very depressed on the bus back. curing it with more choya. and watching amelie.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/1701491868447908112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=1701491868447908112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1701491868447908112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1701491868447908112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/08/mood-swings.html' title='...mood swings.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-1879087936125416912</id><published>2010-08-11T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:51:27.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee.</title><summary type='text'>...i checked my dashboard today, and i have a total of...3 followers! welcome, welcome.In other news - my sis received a call today. it went somewhat like this:caller: Hi, I'm calling from so and so fridge repair services. Is your fridge running?sis: Uh, yes.caller: then why are you not chasing after it?sis: argh!! *slams down the phone*her class must be pretty exciting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/1879087936125416912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=1879087936125416912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1879087936125416912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1879087936125416912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/08/whee.html' title='whee.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-822848821425852930</id><published>2010-07-08T09:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:16:25.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self</title><summary type='text'>Remember: It's all because of Him.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/822848821425852930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=822848821425852930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/822848821425852930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/822848821425852930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/07/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-5226666730257032471</id><published>2010-06-26T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:04:24.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies in advance.</title><summary type='text'>spent my day being stood up and unmotivated to do anything. I have found the secret - Choya tastes really good with apple juice. Not the cheap manufactured kind; you can brew it yourself, at home. Just cut up some apples and throw them in a pot with boiling water and let it stew. Apparently.It's fun trying to play the piano while high on alcohol. When i try to concentrate, this haze descends on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/5226666730257032471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=5226666730257032471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/5226666730257032471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/5226666730257032471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/06/apologies-in-advance.html' title='apologies in advance.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-8150256264845598684</id><published>2010-06-25T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:24:59.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world cup serial</title><summary type='text'>my dad's watching his favourite tv show on atdhe.net. It's not too bad, streaming is smooth and doesn't lag, and quality is rather decent.However, there's a few seconds' lag time between when our neighbours cheer and when he cheers. But that's not worth a hundred bucks, just to get the privilege to cheer earlier than those who didn't splurge.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/8150256264845598684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=8150256264845598684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8150256264845598684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8150256264845598684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-serial.html' title='world cup serial'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6984732749132554251</id><published>2010-05-30T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:12:19.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doh!</title><summary type='text'>Have just started using this financial planning thingy (buxfer.com). It's pretty neat, although the name leaves much to be desired.The downside is, i just discovered i have $23.38 left to tide me over till payday. Hooray.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6984732749132554251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6984732749132554251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6984732749132554251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6984732749132554251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/05/doh.html' title='doh!'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-1913271527649904369</id><published>2010-05-26T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:26:13.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><summary type='text'>So i went to see a short film screening today, and the directors were there - and one of them really looked like someone i know. And their backgrounds are quite similar! It was weird.On the other hand, it was a nice screening. ^__^</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/1913271527649904369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=1913271527649904369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1913271527649904369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1913271527649904369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmm.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6270970502942322405</id><published>2010-05-24T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:55:16.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self</title><summary type='text'>never eat raw garlic again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6270970502942322405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6270970502942322405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6270970502942322405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6270970502942322405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/05/note-to-self_24.html' title='note to self'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-5657298613107500639</id><published>2010-05-21T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:15:48.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo.</title><summary type='text'>There are times when i just don't feel like doing anything at all. Though there's lots of things to do waiting for me. I used to get so motivated to clear my work. Is this burnout? On the other hand, i seem to function better when operating on low sleep levels. Cos i am crankier and so i am more strict. I feel more alive, somehow. Maybe it's cos i'm running on adrenaline. Weird. Maybe i need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/5657298613107500639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=5657298613107500639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/5657298613107500639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/5657298613107500639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/05/boo.html' title='boo.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-3619909788316682748</id><published>2010-05-16T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:29:05.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A suggestion</title><summary type='text'>Dear LTA (or whoever's in charge of noob drivers),Would you consider a redesign of your driving schools' circuits? The huge amount of maneuvering space in there does not sufficiently prepare new drivers for the ridiculously tight confines of carparks and private estates. Throw in crazy double parking into the mix and it's enough to stop us from driving. Hmm. Or perhaps that was your intention all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/3619909788316682748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=3619909788316682748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3619909788316682748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3619909788316682748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/05/suggestion.html' title='A suggestion'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-325181857078619838</id><published>2010-05-10T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:17:46.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self</title><summary type='text'>need to set a budget for food. I think I spent an inordinate amount of money on food today. And also spent alot of time typing this. sigh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/325181857078619838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=325181857078619838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/325181857078619838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/325181857078619838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/05/note-to-self.html' title='note to self'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-8129335783142147551</id><published>2010-04-24T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:47:11.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Augh</title><summary type='text'>I hate cooking! *pulls hair out in frustration*Tried to make oats today, and boiled milk first, according to instructions on the tin. Following which i had to add the oats. The stupid milk boiled over, I threw in the oats, the milk kept boiling over, the oats refused to cook, and in the end i was left with a half-cooked, dried-up mush. Gah! It's so much easier in the oven because the heat is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/8129335783142147551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=8129335783142147551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8129335783142147551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8129335783142147551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/04/augh.html' title='Augh'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-1691529520671443212</id><published>2010-04-22T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:01:32.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa.</title><summary type='text'>Just sent a complaint letter-think it's the first one i've ever sent in my life.It was to RD, regarding their promotional materials. I received a package containing 5 "cheques", encouraging "deserving candidates" to reply and take part in the sweepstakes and win $200,000. Or something like that - I couldn't be bothered to read on. Also included was a fake "car key". I wonder how many they had to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/1691529520671443212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=1691529520671443212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1691529520671443212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1691529520671443212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/04/whoa.html' title='whoa.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-4046958222487016681</id><published>2010-04-10T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:46:31.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah.</title><summary type='text'>Was about to blog about google chrome whining that it isn't the default browser when i realised my sister used my computer without permission. I realise how silly I was to not think of it...after all, I myself used to go to crazy extents once the addiction hit me. but it's still pretty depressing to realise it and to see it all reflected in her, just like what happened to me. And i know that i'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/4046958222487016681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=4046958222487016681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4046958222487016681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4046958222487016681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/04/bah.html' title='bah.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6057554645475041445</id><published>2010-03-25T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:53:09.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errant Tables</title><summary type='text'>of the mircosoft word sort. gar, die tables!sometimes i wish i could code my exam papers in html. then things would really be easier. &gt;&lt;...hey, that's an idea!then print as pdf.hmm.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6057554645475041445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6057554645475041445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6057554645475041445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6057554645475041445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/03/errant-tables.html' title='Errant Tables'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-575464912922651230</id><published>2010-03-15T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:35:07.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Lose Friends and Piss People Off</title><summary type='text'>AUGH! need to let off steam.people have said i'm a very patient person but one person has managed to piss me off in record time. her method: keep on asking the same question even after i've:* said no* told her that she's irritating me by asking me the same question* told her that she's probably irritated other people (was tempted to say "lost her friends", but didn't) by doing thisi think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/575464912922651230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=575464912922651230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/575464912922651230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/575464912922651230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-lose-friends-and-piss-people-off.html' title='How to Lose Friends and Piss People Off'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-2113192147314679452</id><published>2010-03-06T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:41:29.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh.</title><summary type='text'>1. the experiment was a failure. Now I'm even more puzzled about why those comments appeared under those posts.2. my tap water tastes funny.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/2113192147314679452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=2113192147314679452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2113192147314679452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2113192147314679452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/03/uh.html' title='Uh.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-8749572899954665030</id><published>2010-02-16T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:51:06.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and there's sex.</title><summary type='text'>performance enhancerviagragirlsromancemeet new friendsphotos...oh man i don't believe i'm writing this. but! in the spirit of an experiment.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/8749572899954665030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=8749572899954665030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8749572899954665030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8749572899954665030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-theres-sex.html' title='...and there&apos;s sex.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-7525050893331317943</id><published>2010-02-15T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:09:23.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bwahahahaha.</title><summary type='text'>this is such a cheapo way to get traffic to my site.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/7525050893331317943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=7525050893331317943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7525050893331317943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7525050893331317943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/02/bwahahahaha.html' title='bwahahahaha.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-2066524983606434712</id><published>2010-02-15T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:08:55.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gadget</title><summary type='text'>phonelaptopnetbookiphonepdahandheldcameramp3 player</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/2066524983606434712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=2066524983606434712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2066524983606434712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/2066524983606434712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/02/gadget.html' title='gadget'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-3501358921987597819</id><published>2010-02-15T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:07:35.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evil</title><summary type='text'>haha just for the heck of it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/3501358921987597819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=3501358921987597819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3501358921987597819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3501358921987597819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/02/evil.html' title='evil'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-3449659845782743146</id><published>2010-02-15T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:06:00.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>google</title><summary type='text'>googlereaderbloggersearchmapsuh. also not sure on this one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/3449659845782743146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=3449659845782743146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3449659845782743146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3449659845782743146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/02/google.html' title='google'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-1782904968557181358</id><published>2010-02-15T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:05:11.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green card US</title><summary type='text'>US citizenshipeasy...uh. not sure about this one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/1782904968557181358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=1782904968557181358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1782904968557181358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1782904968557181358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/02/green-card-us.html' title='green card US'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-5562482096751821493</id><published>2010-02-15T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:04:42.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make money</title><summary type='text'>work from homeschemepayoutreturns</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/5562482096751821493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=5562482096751821493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/5562482096751821493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/5562482096751821493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/02/make-money.html' title='make money'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-8310674320920130457</id><published>2010-02-15T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:04:16.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lose fat</title><summary type='text'>slim tummy lose weightfigurediet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/8310674320920130457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=8310674320920130457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8310674320920130457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8310674320920130457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/02/lose-fat.html' title='lose fat'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-968201174854156106</id><published>2010-02-15T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:02:05.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look ma, i have commenters!</title><summary type='text'>If you would only check the last few posts, then you would have noticed that some of these posts have more weird comments than others.And so i am going to conduct an experiment to find out which key words attract more comments. Do accept my humble apologies in advance, dear readers, for the gibberish about to follow.(hmm, this so reminds me of marking schemes. 0_o )</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/968201174854156106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=968201174854156106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/968201174854156106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/968201174854156106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/02/look-ma-i-have-readers-commenters.html' title='Look ma, i have commenters!'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-5535310365212448339</id><published>2010-02-08T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:10:59.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><summary type='text'>not enough time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/5535310365212448339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=5535310365212448339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/5535310365212448339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/5535310365212448339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6065978600214466160</id><published>2010-02-04T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:48:43.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Reader = Evil</title><summary type='text'>I really, really hate the function where it automatically digs up old posts when you hit the bottom of the page, causing you to never really hit the bottom of the page. I just can't stop reading! I actually started panicking when I realised that it would never ever finish. Now I'm too traumatized to access the "recommended items" again. =(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6065978600214466160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6065978600214466160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6065978600214466160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6065978600214466160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/02/google-reader-evil.html' title='Google Reader = Evil'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-8131900205167827937</id><published>2010-01-28T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:00:35.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..scratch the cookie, who stole the cookie jar?</title><summary type='text'>the entire biscuit tin has disappeared. It isn't in most of the possible hiding places. Now i have to look for the impossible ones. 0_o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/8131900205167827937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=8131900205167827937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8131900205167827937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/8131900205167827937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/01/scratch-cookie-who-stole-cookie-jar.html' title='..scratch the cookie, who stole the &lt;em&gt;cookie jar&lt;/em&gt;?'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-1930484076137501088</id><published>2010-01-28T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:34:44.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh, yet another rant on my looks.</title><summary type='text'>new advert up at mrt station today, forgot the brand. 's some eye cream for you to "look 10 years younger".huh, i don't need that cream. I already do look 10 years younger. So pooh-pooh to you, estee lauder.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/1930484076137501088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=1930484076137501088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1930484076137501088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1930484076137501088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/01/huh-yet-another-rant-on-my-looks.html' title='huh, yet another rant on my looks.'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-3410727057384892754</id><published>2010-01-24T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:24:52.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>law abiding citizen</title><summary type='text'>very thought-provoking. could have done with less gore, though. but all in all a pretty well put-together movie, that leaves you thinking. it doesn't really answer the questions it raises, but that's okay.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/3410727057384892754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=3410727057384892754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3410727057384892754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3410727057384892754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/01/law-abiding-citizen.html' title='law abiding citizen'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6531841187526413725</id><published>2010-01-05T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:45:45.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee</title><summary type='text'>am turning into a stalker. 0_o</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6531841187526413725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6531841187526413725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6531841187526413725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6531841187526413725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2010/01/whee.html' title='whee'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-1769724463637764478</id><published>2009-12-25T01:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:17:02.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>didn't do much shopping this year. scared away by holiday-frenzied crowds. ugh. baked instead. 's more fun.oh. am i the only one who finds that peanut blossoms look kinda obscene? now eating it, though, is another matter entirely.. *smirk*things i find myself repeating over and over again:1. "I teach at &lt;this school&gt;." pause. "It's in &lt;this region&gt;."2. "I'm 25 this year." pause. "Yes, many people</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/1769724463637764478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=1769724463637764478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1769724463637764478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/1769724463637764478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-6134357748655007706</id><published>2009-12-21T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:45:43.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><summary type='text'>loved it. Loved the concept, the graphics, the seamless look and feel of the whole thing, the world, the animals, the techy stuff, the cute moments, the fairytale ending...okay, maybe not the idealism but. it's nice to be able to dream sometimes. And Avatar certainly is a lovely dream. One that's difficult to shake off upon waking. In a good way. heh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/6134357748655007706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=6134357748655007706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6134357748655007706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/6134357748655007706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-3749338169452308987</id><published>2009-12-14T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:21:27.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chasing dreams</title><summary type='text'>there was once i dreamt i was on a diving trip and jumped straight into the water without inflating my BC and without putting the regulator in my mouth. luckily someone pulled me up. dreams are weird--they grant you your desires and reveal your fears. And sometimes it's so real that i need to remind myself of what's really going on when i wake up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/3749338169452308987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=3749338169452308987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3749338169452308987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3749338169452308987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2009/12/chasing-dreams.html' title='chasing dreams'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-4272939050894673945</id><published>2009-11-21T04:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T04:25:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cake at 4am</title><summary type='text'>Tonight's project was baking a chocolate cake in time for tomorrow morning. Because it's three days past my dad's birthday. &gt;&lt;At 4am, while the cake was happily baking in the oven, had a minor crisis mid-baking--the cake overflowed its tin. (darned recipe *did* call for a 22cm tin, did it not?) Had to hastily butter another tin and scoop out some of the cake mixture into it. Thank God the cake </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/4272939050894673945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=4272939050894673945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4272939050894673945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/4272939050894673945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2009/11/cake-at-4am.html' title='cake at 4am'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-3373051345913982995</id><published>2009-11-14T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:45:12.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conditioning</title><summary type='text'>...i've been conditioned to think about food everytime i see one of those transparent sandwich bags. I'm thinking about food everytime I look at the bag on my table, which contains...a tube of insect repellent.In other news, I found this brand of conditioner in the supermarket that's selling for only $1.95 per bottle. And it's not tested on animals. It is kinda liquid-ish but it works.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/3373051345913982995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=3373051345913982995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3373051345913982995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/3373051345913982995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2009/11/conditioning.html' title='conditioning'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-7804271090385265745</id><published>2009-11-05T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:52:34.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teh</title><summary type='text'>I just realised, the word 'teh' is not a typo in local context. heh.Am officially giving up on instant milk tea/bottled milk tea...the taste just doesn't cut it anymore. ugh. Can't beat fresh kopitiam teh c.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/7804271090385265745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=7804271090385265745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7804271090385265745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7804271090385265745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2009/11/teh.html' title='teh'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434119.post-7403889777575835730</id><published>2009-10-25T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:25:00.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>degeneration</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday my granny put her pants on back to front. And she thought it was normal. A few weeks before that she tried to pour herself a glass of water--only it was a saucer she used. Her speech is more slurred than before and I'm finding it difficult to understand what she's trying to say. I guess this trend is going to continue on...eventually she'll reach the stage where everyone around her will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/feeds/7403889777575835730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3434119&amp;postID=7403889777575835730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7403889777575835730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3434119/posts/default/7403889777575835730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rist.blogspot.com/2009/10/degeneration.html' title='degeneration'/><author><name>s w</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00107224828119343927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img235.exs.cx/img235/8255/sheep6a7lg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
