<?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-6252462</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:57:35.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today as prologue</title><subtitle type='html'>"We speak of love, like it can be spoken of..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>638</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-5875144027554471982</id><published>2011-02-28T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T13:05:42.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting</title><summary type='text'>I think the only motivation I have to work now is to work for my friends. It has become totally pointless for me to go on searching for CVs to chalk up the numbers, except to display one last good "wayang" show.
Eternally convinced that transitionary periods are surreal and precious. Would love to buy out my notice if it costs $2.45 rather than $2450.
I will not let R****** X***** earn anymore </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/5875144027554471982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=5875144027554471982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5875144027554471982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5875144027554471982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2011/02/melting.html' title='Melting'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-5981054778816530335</id><published>2010-11-05T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:15:10.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>知足长乐</title><summary type='text'>I feel eternally grateful for the things I do not see myself as deserving.A public holiday right when I needed it; shopping and having a good meal; understanding that God loves me more than I realise.I am thankful that I am gainfully employed even though I do not see myself as any better than a lot of unemployed persons. I am thankful that I've got great colleagues whom I face 12 hours daily.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/5981054778816530335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=5981054778816530335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5981054778816530335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5981054778816530335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='知足长乐'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4800734600104690098</id><published>2010-10-04T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:45:23.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its sad when you have unbeliever friends and you really really wanna  save them, and letting them get to know Jesus.But its a lot more sad when you have Christian / Catholic friends  telling you things that you can immediately discern as the lies of the  Devil. i really thank God that He put me in a place of learning, that  i learn the Truth each week. I know we need to defend our beliefs,  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4800734600104690098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4800734600104690098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4800734600104690098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4800734600104690098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-sad-when-you-have-unbeliever.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-6215530763968994769</id><published>2010-09-27T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:12:25.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the most taken-for-granted, enviable things in life, is a functional family.I used to tell becca I dun love her - I only love her family and I'm using her. hahaha!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/6215530763968994769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=6215530763968994769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6215530763968994769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6215530763968994769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-of-most-taken-for-granted-enviable.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-8608789310557303545</id><published>2010-09-07T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:55:05.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha ha ha</title><summary type='text'>"When I decided to go into sales, I thought I would be making shitloads of money. I ended up with only a load of shit."Really respect good sales people.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/8608789310557303545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=8608789310557303545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8608789310557303545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8608789310557303545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/09/ha-ha-ha.html' title='Ha ha ha'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-8558876460776012227</id><published>2010-08-31T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:47:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me.</title><summary type='text'>I've had the most extreme of thoughts lately. I thought life was a lonely proposition, where we continually find new anchors at different phases of life, never realising that we are, in fact, like Tarzan swinging from tree to tree to tree. 

We THINK we can't live without this or that or him or her or them. But no. We always adapt. We find new pets, new friends, new jobs, new family, new meanings</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/8558876460776012227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=8558876460776012227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8558876460776012227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8558876460776012227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/08/take-me.html' title='Take me.'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-5613390498979769278</id><published>2010-08-22T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:09:53.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peep peep</title><summary type='text'>I love people-watching.I love to see how a guy and a guy can discuss abt everything in the world, when they are in fact so similar its more like seeking perfect agreement than discussion.I love to see how a girl and a girl can sit behind the said guys wondering how come they never meet the good guys. They decided to talk about who has better dress sense instead. They seem happy.I start to wonder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/5613390498979769278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=5613390498979769278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5613390498979769278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5613390498979769278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/08/peep-peep.html' title='Peep peep'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-5732155850476513344</id><published>2010-07-24T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T20:46:08.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat your hearts out</title><summary type='text'>For those who have always dreamt of leia kissing.... Well, leia. Hahahaha!! MJ I know u like. :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/5732155850476513344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=5732155850476513344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5732155850476513344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5732155850476513344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/07/eat-your-hearts-out.html' title='Eat your hearts out'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wcg5z8i-EZc/TErgkG5QF6I/AAAAAAAAABg/NpC8N2yCYto/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbGVpYS0xLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-768641' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4702658295821185872</id><published>2010-07-12T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:26:14.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be.</title><summary type='text'>"We shall pass this way but onceAll the good that can be done, do it nowFor we shall not pass this way again."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4702658295821185872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4702658295821185872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4702658295821185872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4702658295821185872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/07/be.html' title='Be.'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-5574667893465828254</id><published>2010-07-10T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T00:23:29.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gotta admit it really hurts big time to feel so alone.Ouch. Haha..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/5574667893465828254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=5574667893465828254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5574667893465828254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5574667893465828254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-gotta-admit-it-really-hurts-big-time.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1652587574992619829</id><published>2010-07-08T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:02:57.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...the art of losing myself, in bringing You praise..."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1652587574992619829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1652587574992619829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1652587574992619829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1652587574992619829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/07/art-of-losing-myself-in-bringing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4467505329920260509</id><published>2010-06-29T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:37:20.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna get super cheesy：</title><summary type='text'>"世界上最远的距离，末过于你在我身边，而不知道我爱你"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4467505329920260509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4467505329920260509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4467505329920260509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4467505329920260509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-gonna-get-super-cheesy.html' title='I&apos;m gonna get super cheesy：'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1412173672886674567</id><published>2010-06-19T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:23:31.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vonda Shepard ~ Vincent (Starry Starry Night)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1412173672886674567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1412173672886674567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1412173672886674567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1412173672886674567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/06/vonda-shepard-vincent-starry-starry.html' title='Vonda Shepard ~ Vincent (Starry Starry Night)'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4814999470188608080</id><published>2010-06-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:13:15.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel so tired i just want to give You a hug.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4814999470188608080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4814999470188608080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4814999470188608080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4814999470188608080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-feel-so-tired-i-just-want-to-give-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-5819040246850642088</id><published>2010-05-25T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:58:22.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love bong</title><summary type='text'>Phil 4:13 Bong was ever so quick to remind me not to get the context of the verse wrong. I guess I always saw both meanings, but now its blatant.I love our miss iBong :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/5819040246850642088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=5819040246850642088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5819040246850642088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5819040246850642088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-bong.html' title='Love bong'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-937245780746043879</id><published>2010-05-24T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:26:59.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany.</title><summary type='text'>I now know fully, what is meant by the phrase: "love is more than looking at each other, it is -more importantly- to look in the same direction; more than loving each other, it is as important to love the same other."Keep it coming..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/937245780746043879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=937245780746043879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/937245780746043879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/937245780746043879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/05/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany.'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-2457081496413591516</id><published>2010-05-20T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:21:26.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's church ministry was really good. Inexplicably so. And I keep hearing the CHC worship song "first" in my head. Over and over and over. Its... Sometimes silly when we think of how we played out our youth. Its always so... Inconsequential relative to the here and now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/2457081496413591516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=2457081496413591516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2457081496413591516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2457081496413591516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-church-ministry-was-really-good.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1994263479861379156</id><published>2010-05-19T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T02:23:06.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Rush Rush</title><summary type='text'>To anyone who thinks that post graduation and pre-employment equates to a life of bumming around for me, i jus wanna say it can't be further from the truth.Its true I already have a job-in-waiting, which saves me from having to send resumes and attending 10s of interviews; its true I have no more exams to worry about, but life is so much more than we, as students, know it to be.I've been more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1994263479861379156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1994263479861379156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1994263479861379156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1994263479861379156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy-busy-rush-rush.html' title='Busy Busy Rush Rush'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1198616823225040712</id><published>2010-05-12T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:12:46.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard.</title><summary type='text'>"There's this person take her passport photo paste on mickey mouse sticker cannot tell the difference. Then another one, ears so big like satellite. Another one chop off the head put in fish tank look like luohan without the body. And all the soccer boys are so stupid they cannot close their mouths"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1198616823225040712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1198616823225040712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1198616823225040712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1198616823225040712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/05/overheard.html' title='Overheard.'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1391275935990943664</id><published>2010-05-06T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T16:08:10.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Hope</title><summary type='text'>There's this song by Mandy Moore that I've been listening to since forever, never realising that its actually a song of worship and submission. Hahaha LOOK!There's a song that's inside of my soul. It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again I'm awake in the infinite cold. But You sing to me over and over and over again. So, I lay my head back down. And I lift my hands and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1391275935990943664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1391275935990943664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1391275935990943664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1391275935990943664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/05/only-hope.html' title='Only Hope'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-2184550374100006365</id><published>2010-05-04T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:36:45.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lethargy</title><summary type='text'>the past few weeks has been nothing more than a certain form lethargy - psychological lethargy. you know how sometimes we go from strength to strength, and gaining more and more momentum in whatever we do? now imagine the opposite and thats me. yea i know, its pretty bad.

i try to stay up longer to do work, but its super inefficient. i end up watching TV or like yesterday, "Maru the cat" -_- i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/2184550374100006365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=2184550374100006365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2184550374100006365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2184550374100006365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/05/lethargy.html' title='lethargy'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4405413377046847128</id><published>2010-04-24T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T02:16:49.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just feel like finding some good old fantasy books or movies and then hide in there forever.

i wanna be gone and... poof. fantasy world is always so much more beautiful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4405413377046847128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4405413377046847128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4405413377046847128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4405413377046847128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-feel-like-finding-some-good-old.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1709681502150065858</id><published>2010-04-21T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:13:59.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paradox of our Age</title><summary type='text'>We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints
We spend more, but have less; We buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses but smaller families; more conveniences, but less time;
We have more degrees but less sense; more knowledge but less judgement; More experts
but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1709681502150065858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1709681502150065858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1709681502150065858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1709681502150065858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/04/paradox-of-our-age.html' title='The Paradox of our Age'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1664774316863593569</id><published>2010-04-20T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:49:10.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was breathing air and generally just doing nothing when something struck me. If MLM only benefits ppl who are right at the top of the product chain, then WHY NOT START A MLM COMPANY!!!!

i don't believe it can be THAT hard. all you need is just a nice facade, get some silly teenagers to sell their souls to your company, and before u know it... its on an exponentially upward curve already. make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1664774316863593569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1664774316863593569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1664774316863593569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1664774316863593569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-breathing-air-and-generally-just.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-2014955900372700525</id><published>2010-04-17T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:46:39.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking the long way around</title><summary type='text'>God is good.

and i've probably taken the long way around just to find out. i suppose i belong to the kind of people who CANNOT be convinced, or taught, of many things. with my kind of people, cynicism is probably not a choice - it is something we cannot detach ourselves from. (in fact, i sometimes find myself so cynical that i am cynical of MY OWN ACTIONS!!)

It happens all the time, when i tell</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/2014955900372700525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=2014955900372700525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2014955900372700525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2014955900372700525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/04/taking-long-way-around.html' title='taking the long way around'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-6089730937833164614</id><published>2010-04-05T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T01:53:34.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ths is what we all do...</title><summary type='text'>so today i decided to be totally materialistic, and indulge myself in some unreal "wants", the kind that i usually think its really silly for people to do. (like wishing for a LV underwear, or wishing they had a macbook PRO instead of their inferior macbook unPRO)

i went online and i decided to look at .... CARS! 

I figured...
that 2nd hand cars are like half the price of first hand showroom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/6089730937833164614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=6089730937833164614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6089730937833164614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6089730937833164614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/04/ths-is-what-we-all-do.html' title='ths is what we all do...'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-5615893012228989838</id><published>2010-04-03T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:50:31.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few confessions:

I've never been up the singapore flyer before. I went to check the rates and its ridiculously high, like 30 bucks or something like that! Instead of walking away, I instead felt tempted to buy the 1 yr member thingy which makes sooo much more sense. I'm so rebecca bloomwood.

I've always secretly liked the acjc girls uniform. I find them really... Cute.

I have a favourite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/5615893012228989838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=5615893012228989838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5615893012228989838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5615893012228989838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-confessions-ive-never-been-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-462489784545908740</id><published>2010-04-02T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T03:19:19.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and still, life awaits...

we all try our best.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/462489784545908740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=462489784545908740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/462489784545908740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/462489784545908740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-still-life-awaits.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-6094533208861390663</id><published>2010-03-27T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:04:06.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>briggs-meyer</title><summary type='text'>ENTJ
Fieldmarshal

or another analysis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/6094533208861390663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=6094533208861390663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6094533208861390663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6094533208861390663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/03/briggs-meyer.html' title='briggs-meyer'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-8339395015796250511</id><published>2010-03-26T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:10:56.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MATHS</title><summary type='text'>some really mind boggling maths that we might find interesting - even though we all hate maths.

how can 1 be equal to 0?

consider the term "summation from i=0 to i=infinity, of the term (-1)^i "

(for the non-maths persons, its means 1-1+1-1+1-1+1-1+1....... forever.)

grouping them in this manner,
(1-1)+(1-1)+(1-1)+(1-1)+....
= 0+0+0+0+0+0+.....
=0

grouping them in another manner yields,
1+(-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/8339395015796250511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=8339395015796250511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8339395015796250511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8339395015796250511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/03/maths.html' title='MATHS'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1989305177785849285</id><published>2010-03-25T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:31:58.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the very sweet blackberry's first mobile mail</title><summary type='text'>And yes, 3 hours into mobile freedom and I already know what nee nee meant by... "Intendedly delaying fb and twitter replies so that ppl wun think you're a no-life"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1989305177785849285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1989305177785849285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1989305177785849285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1989305177785849285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-very-sweet-blackberrys-first.html' title='from the very sweet blackberry&apos;s first mobile mail'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-624453467034299533</id><published>2010-03-25T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:15:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><summary type='text'>On another note, it feels totally peaceful to secure a job before graduating. Kinda changes the entire meaning of education and school.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/624453467034299533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=624453467034299533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/624453467034299533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/624453467034299533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/03/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-6043340407342306741</id><published>2010-03-24T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:32:50.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving.</title><summary type='text'>

i cannot stop listening to this song and really thinking about the words in it.
"let's start giving"
how many times have we avoided the tissue paper auntie, and then walk 20 metres to buy an
ice cream that is of zero nutritional value to us. its really kind of sick how everyone is becoming
richer and richer and more and more selfish as well. its counter logic! 
i want to be a giver. i really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/6043340407342306741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=6043340407342306741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6043340407342306741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6043340407342306741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/03/giving.html' title='giving.'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4715803402301352030</id><published>2010-03-19T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:22:50.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SISED</title><summary type='text'>SISED - Self-Induced Strategic Emotional Downturn


"i've come to realise that all guys sised. its innate. but only some of them realise that they do. and even a smaller handful who have the guts to tell people that they do"
"oh wells, all girls sised too. but almost none of them realise that they do, and they are also technically incapable of admitting that they do"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4715803402301352030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4715803402301352030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4715803402301352030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4715803402301352030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/03/sised.html' title='SISED'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-3734493702110732865</id><published>2010-02-11T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:09:15.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no face book</title><summary type='text'>i feel pretty disturbed. i cannot take it that i have less friends on facebook than even people i thought have the least amount of friends! oh wells................ then i thought my facebook is some kinda elites-only club, u know? like i have all sorts of privileged access... SPECIAL FRIENDS? people like T r a c c e  C h u a? (i'm very smart, i added spaces so that she'll never google onto my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/3734493702110732865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=3734493702110732865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/3734493702110732865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/3734493702110732865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-face-book.html' title='no face book'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-7146709619482669265</id><published>2010-02-05T13:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:58:22.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheryl</title><summary type='text'>Cheryl is a challenging person because she makes me feel stupid.

Whnnnngao.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/7146709619482669265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=7146709619482669265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7146709619482669265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7146709619482669265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheryl.html' title='cheryl'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-7559077689936033276</id><published>2010-01-30T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:20:06.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fridays alone</title><summary type='text'>fridays are supposed to be for happy hour, or watching some kick-ass jean-claude van damme movies, or dating, or shopping and contributing to society. Instead, this day, i went to starbucks - again - and read my afternoon away. borrowed 2 DVDs and went home instead of meeting anyone for dinner. yet, i feel a certain kind of peace.
"Beneath the anger, we find hurt. But beneath the hurt, we find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/7559077689936033276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=7559077689936033276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7559077689936033276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7559077689936033276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/01/fridays-alone.html' title='fridays alone'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-2628921718260186160</id><published>2010-01-28T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:05:42.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when will liverpool EVER win the league?</title><summary type='text'>i'm not greedy. i only hope that we win the league ONCE before i find my first job, then twice before i get married, three more times before i have my first child, and then 4 more times before my waistline reaches 36 inches, and then 5 more times before i consider retirement, and 6 more times while i'm enjoying senior citizen privileges, 7 more times before i cross over the other side. thats.... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/2628921718260186160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=2628921718260186160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2628921718260186160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2628921718260186160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-will-liverpool-ever-win-league.html' title='when will liverpool EVER win the league?'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4272517602300823686</id><published>2010-01-28T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:45:15.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On many many things</title><summary type='text'>its been awhile since i blog properly. i have decided to take up a few new hobbies though.
like... doing "quiet time" at night, instead of spending my last few waking hours surfing the internet and reading about how things work.
like... writing a diary, because its cool, and i'll kill anyone who even dares HINT that its a sissy thing to do.  writing a diary enables me to ... well, read back and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4272517602300823686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4272517602300823686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4272517602300823686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4272517602300823686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-many-many-things.html' title='On many many things'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4456214946293242522</id><published>2010-01-08T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:20:15.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yayyy</title><summary type='text'>its better to make your blog public. i read that someone who has the ability to keep a blog alive is ALREADY more attractive than someone who doesn't, due to an exhibition of commitment. (of cos, ceteris paribus)
anyway, i keep my blog alive! hahaha i am so bloody full of commitment. *whao* (this is a secret codeword for a special kind of "wow") if you dunno what i'm talking about, that means </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4456214946293242522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4456214946293242522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4456214946293242522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4456214946293242522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2010/01/yayyy.html' title='yayyy'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-3875228365222259199</id><published>2009-12-11T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:19:02.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everybody is responsible for his/her own life. every failure in every aspect is due to your every choice leading up to this point.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/3875228365222259199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=3875228365222259199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/3875228365222259199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/3875228365222259199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/12/everybody-is-responsible-for-hisher-own.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-2107898481179916263</id><published>2009-12-02T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:21:00.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On karma and economics</title><summary type='text'>Im doing this step by step for the non-economically-inclined readers.Karma is defined as "the sum of a person’s actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as affecting their future fate" by the oxford dictionary. In today's context, it is used more loosely, as readers have often read the phrases "good karma" or "bad karma". For the length of this discussion, we will understand the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/2107898481179916263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=2107898481179916263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2107898481179916263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2107898481179916263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-karma-and-economics.html' title='On karma and economics'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1959861027047519317</id><published>2009-12-01T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:17:01.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"SOMETIMES OUR TEARS BLINDED THE LOVE,WE LOST OUR DREAMS ALONG THE WAY.."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1959861027047519317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1959861027047519317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1959861027047519317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1959861027047519317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-our-tears-blinded-love-we.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-8014030083794386337</id><published>2009-12-01T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:11:04.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chilli crab</title><summary type='text'>Singaporeans learn the British standard of English, because its English.Hence, Singapore Chilli Crab is spelt with double "L".C.H.I.L.L.I. not chili. i find it ugly and vulgar that people spell it as chili.My grandma cooks better chilli crab than your grandma.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/8014030083794386337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=8014030083794386337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8014030083794386337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8014030083794386337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/12/chilli-crab.html' title='chilli crab'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-2900242915417611058</id><published>2009-11-28T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:23:36.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>拼了命的在挽回，你知道嗎？</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/2900242915417611058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=2900242915417611058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2900242915417611058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2900242915417611058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-553496222303370754</id><published>2009-11-13T00:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:08:31.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betterment of Society</title><summary type='text'>Why we should never educate anyone.When people learn Sociology, they become cynical. 以小人之心，度君子之腹When people learn Economics, they become petty and unscrupulous. 精打细算，乘火打劫When people learn History, they always talk about how good they WERE. 好汉不提当年勇When people learn Geography, they become 土地公公When people learn Psychology, they read people's mind. 侵犯心理隐私When people learn New Media, they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/553496222303370754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=553496222303370754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/553496222303370754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/553496222303370754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/11/betterment-of-society.html' title='Betterment of Society'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-724624500605964236</id><published>2009-11-11T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:45:40.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Better Start Running</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  “Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning a lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.   It doesn’t matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle. When the sun comes up, you better start running.”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/724624500605964236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=724624500605964236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/724624500605964236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/724624500605964236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-better-start-running.html' title='You Better Start Running'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-2676854530024146449</id><published>2009-11-06T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:18:40.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quagmire</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever been in a situation when you start blaming yourself for every bad thing that's happening, while knowing at the back of your head that its not actually your doing, or that there's nothing you can actively do to correct said situations? Its terrible. It makes you unbalanced, (read: Heider's Balance Theory).I cannot but start to blame myself for lousy results, for Liverpool's demise, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/2676854530024146449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=2676854530024146449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2676854530024146449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2676854530024146449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/11/quagmire.html' title='quagmire'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4528415232169663415</id><published>2009-11-02T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:58:59.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel so... lost.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4528415232169663415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4528415232169663415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4528415232169663415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4528415232169663415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-7067289842007446114</id><published>2009-10-29T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:23:56.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im getting used to writing a 2000 word essay in a day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/7067289842007446114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=7067289842007446114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7067289842007446114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7067289842007446114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-getting-used-to-writing-2000-word.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-656575746093464426</id><published>2009-09-08T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:05:06.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>surfing surfing surfing in the middle of a schooling week.. i always knew there was something good out there as long as we surf. and i came across this.entertaining, truthful, sincere piece of kick-ass writing. she has a B.A. in Philosophy and Religion, a Master of Theological Studies, by the way. Just reading it questions your faith.(if it doesn't, its because you dun UNDERSTAND! Bleah!!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/656575746093464426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=656575746093464426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/656575746093464426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/656575746093464426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/09/surfing-surfing-surfing-in-middle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1096291946345398154</id><published>2009-09-04T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:35:40.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote.</title><summary type='text'>"All we really want is just the ability to churn out truckloads of money with the least of efforts. We see the rich kid asking for money and getting it, and we say thats a loser. But hey, we're all just doing the same thing."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1096291946345398154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1096291946345398154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1096291946345398154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1096291946345398154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/09/quote.html' title='quote.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1558387371192536898</id><published>2009-09-02T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:24:21.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me against the music</title><summary type='text'>i want to go cycling. Into the dead of the night, into the chucked away thoughts of the mind, into the deepest serenity of the dormant self.I want to go skating. Into the winds of calming, into the embrace of speed, into the certainty of concentration.I am in want of speed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1558387371192536898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1558387371192536898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1558387371192536898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1558387371192536898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-against-music.html' title='me against the music'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1873958271895084107</id><published>2009-08-27T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:46:10.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks @ 5pm</title><summary type='text'>A period of non blogging picks its own halt.I can't say that i haven't the content to blog about for the past few months, perhaps just not the motivation to. Ideas are always there to be penned down, perhaps to capture the flowing nature of thought, perhaps for future references at one's past convictions. For the past few months at least, neither was a part of my concerns. I, for one, dun like to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1873958271895084107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1873958271895084107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1873958271895084107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1873958271895084107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/08/starbucks-5pm.html' title='Starbucks @ 5pm'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-5347163874788086245</id><published>2009-08-26T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:49:21.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mindy and Mock! looking so sweet together.. haha. i think i really got no life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/5347163874788086245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=5347163874788086245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5347163874788086245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5347163874788086245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/08/mindy-and-mock-looking-so-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wcg5z8i-EZc/SpZIhasSFcI/AAAAAAAAABU/PlYWgl48WKg/s72-c/mindy%26mock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-7729434181668868441</id><published>2009-08-22T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:03:22.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    a reminder to all Reds fans WHY we're still supporting the team. Passion unabashed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/7729434181668868441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=7729434181668868441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7729434181668868441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7729434181668868441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/08/reminder-to-all-reds-fans-why-were.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1188064339989713046</id><published>2009-06-05T03:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T03:15:00.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>如果一切能簡簡單單過這一輩子就好了。簡單便足以帶來幸福 － 我渴望的那種。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1188064339989713046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1188064339989713046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1188064339989713046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1188064339989713046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-8083586378662980875</id><published>2009-06-03T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:27:01.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R5</title><summary type='text'>Somewhere around this time a year ago, i became part of something incredible.a congregation of individual and independent leaders, who at the same time serve as a collective unit towards a common cause. The chemistry was magic, the harmony - perfect, and in retrospect, i begin to believe that we were always going to win it last year - no questions about it. and now i am a believer: that the best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/8083586378662980875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=8083586378662980875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8083586378662980875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8083586378662980875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/06/r5.html' title='R5'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4605364164987630357</id><published>2009-05-06T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:42:47.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am studying so hard i am absolutely willing to KILL anyone who tries to distract me.and its easier if its a manchester united fan.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4605364164987630357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4605364164987630357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4605364164987630357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4605364164987630357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-studying-so-hard-i-am-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1210179839947673428</id><published>2009-04-01T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:18:26.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am blogging because omela wants me to blog and if i do not she will feel so bored of looking at her com without proper things to read about and then she will be mad at me. if writers suffer from writer's block, i must have suffered the worst blogger jam in my entire life. i have zero things to write about, and with her looking over my shoulder not reading how i blog about how she's making me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1210179839947673428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1210179839947673428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1210179839947673428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1210179839947673428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-blogging-because-omela-wants-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4550797856268478979</id><published>2009-03-26T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:31:45.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what if we were all never meant to be happy? happiness -and i mean the truest kind- is not something we can give ourselves. hope, faith and love: cardinal joy as they are, are all what we cannot achieve per se. We can only ever do the best that we know how to, and then pray that someone gives us hope; that someone keeps the faith; that someone shares their love.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4550797856268478979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4550797856268478979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4550797856268478979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4550797856268478979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-if-we-were-all-never-meant-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-8815219349559130879</id><published>2009-03-14T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:44:57.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>酒未醉人已清醒</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/8815219349559130879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=8815219349559130879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8815219349559130879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8815219349559130879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-534444348991696742</id><published>2009-02-25T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:50:28.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shh....</title><summary type='text'>i have a secret blog and i only blog on that blog!(excuse for a stagnant blog)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/534444348991696742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=534444348991696742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/534444348991696742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/534444348991696742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/02/shh.html' title='shh....'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-7840111265558859142</id><published>2009-02-20T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:55:25.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>becca dear? dun be silly. i wrote that quote. haha</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/7840111265558859142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=7840111265558859142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7840111265558859142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7840111265558859142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-world-where-change-is-only-constant.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4350787079680112315</id><published>2009-02-12T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T02:56:10.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>definitions</title><summary type='text'>as we grow older, we all hope to see the world with the right amount of humour that was intended to be. i have ANOTHER theory about myself, one that christina would not hesitate to call "another of ivan's epiphanies". i only make friends with happy people.(also see) i get sick of emo-ish people.(translated) i like people who can see the darkest darkest humour, in the faintest of hour. (i can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4350787079680112315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4350787079680112315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4350787079680112315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4350787079680112315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/02/definitions.html' title='definitions'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-6564672775273216264</id><published>2009-02-03T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:47:38.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth</title><summary type='text'>when i was young, i used to do things to prove to myself that i could do it. so i know that i could, if i wanted to.when i got a little older, i used to do things to prove to myself that i could do what others could not. so i always had this inherent cockiness in me.now, i no longer do things to prove anything, i simply do them because i want to.i speak with just about enough tact to get me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/6564672775273216264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=6564672775273216264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6564672775273216264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6564672775273216264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/02/truth.html' title='truth'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-7199461756807218549</id><published>2009-01-27T04:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:31:41.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its 5am. and i begin having this random thought about how many people i would offend if i start writing what i truly feel about things, about people, and about my limitless cynicism. besides that, how many people i would make uncomfortable, how many i would cause uneasiness, envy, and spite if i wrote about things i did, do and feel like carrying out. and this thought just spiraled and spiraled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/7199461756807218549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=7199461756807218549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7199461756807218549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7199461756807218549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-5am.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4456870774867156508</id><published>2009-01-18T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:54:45.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>醉了的妮妮有著超性感的眼神</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4456870774867156508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4456870774867156508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4456870774867156508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4456870774867156508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wcg5z8i-EZc/SXLfmKsrqxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SQYGFbjrrC8/s72-c/a+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-3769525323595984748</id><published>2009-01-08T03:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T05:17:37.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world, hold on.</title><summary type='text'>as we ponder about this year's new year resolution, and 7 days creep us by, "stop procrastinating" seems like a long overdue and, as such, an inappropriate one to make...xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox(i was informed that X's and O's means hugs and kisses. running a search on it yields nothing decent. what did i say about me believing that we do not know anything anymore - weird world)2</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/3769525323595984748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=3769525323595984748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/3769525323595984748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/3769525323595984748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-hold-on.html' title='world, hold on.'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-6855024554631320914</id><published>2009-01-05T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:19:36.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>philosophy</title><summary type='text'>i'm beginning to believe that we do not know anything at all.and yes, familiarity breeds contempt.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/6855024554631320914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=6855024554631320914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6855024554631320914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6855024554631320914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2009/01/philosophy.html' title='philosophy'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1147609483861552457</id><published>2008-12-22T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:48:51.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title</title><summary type='text'>the hardest thing about any blog post is actually coming up with a post title that isnt too stupid, emo, or wannabe, or pretentious. its kinda stupid that before u even write your post you hafta think of an title that u needa make sure u do not get further and further from as your post progresses. kinda interesting isnt it? i bet half of you face the same problem (unless you write it diary style </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1147609483861552457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1147609483861552457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1147609483861552457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1147609483861552457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/12/title.html' title='title'/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-7947036250044883269</id><published>2008-12-13T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:54:30.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yea, we LOOK in love. =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/7947036250044883269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=7947036250044883269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7947036250044883269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7947036250044883269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title=''/><author><name>ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12422619573182498936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wcg5z8i-EZc/SUPMPGXdTFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UYcAHtsETGw/s72-c/becca!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-8906098492356397546</id><published>2008-11-30T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:22:55.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><summary type='text'>说起来或许有点怪怪的，看着你吃着糖，我突然有着幸福的感觉。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/8906098492356397546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=8906098492356397546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8906098492356397546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8906098492356397546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-2286961668169710276</id><published>2008-11-28T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:31:45.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>touch-button world</title><summary type='text'>because this isn't a touch-button worldthere's a lot we want to do, but we do not.because this isn't a touch-button worldthere're things that just cannot be willed.because this isn't a touch-button worldi stopped questioning why people do not try.there're countless "should's" and "maybe" and "why-don't-you's" in this world that we hear everyday. a large chunk of it we actually AGREE. but because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/2286961668169710276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=2286961668169710276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2286961668169710276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2286961668169710276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/11/touch-button-world.html' title='touch-button world'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-237601834841482544</id><published>2008-11-20T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:15:58.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG dreams</title><summary type='text'>if everything goes right..rebecca would marry me.liverpool would win the premier league.i would get into the DEAN'S LIST.if i have 3 wishes, i would make this 3 wishes as well. hahaha... we don't have to survive with a whole lot of money. only hope, faith, and love. =)back to my dean's list dream..... byebye</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-6683832337961125792</id><published>2008-11-19T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:20:53.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on cool blogging</title><summary type='text'>once upon a time, blogging was in HTML format. using altervista or some other hosts. people who keep blogs, or WEBLOGS, were considered COOL.then the proliferation.now, it is impossible to overstate the distance between coolness and blogging. they're as far off from each other as i could imagine. coolness is subjective, but it almost always entails being the laid-back, being oneself, fulfilling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/6683832337961125792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=6683832337961125792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6683832337961125792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6683832337961125792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-cool-blogging.html' title='on cool blogging'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-7442139972865537737</id><published>2008-11-13T14:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:50:09.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas!</title><summary type='text'>i want to decorate my room to become super christmassy! ANOTHER one of the 3 halogen bulbs just went bust yesterday, meaning my room is one third as bring as it normally is! its quite dark - maybe. but it totally fits the mood of christmas! i shall not replace the bulbs at the moment and try to decorate my room after the exams! hahahaha i love christmas!and i wanna put perpetual christmas songs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/7442139972865537737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=7442139972865537737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7442139972865537737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7442139972865537737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-decorate-my-room-to-become.html' title='christmas!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-314043738140834254</id><published>2008-11-11T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:11:56.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>november raining</title><summary type='text'>human to human relationships are infinitely intricate. more spell-binding than the best novel you could have read; more mind-boggling than the most abstract philosophy of any discipline; more unreasonable than weather; more susceptible than any child. complicate it further with wants as unknown to self as it is to others, and motives, and agendas, and desires; discount it with faith, heart, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/314043738140834254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=314043738140834254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/314043738140834254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/314043738140834254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-raining.html' title='november raining'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1479779923186591725</id><published>2008-11-11T12:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:11:39.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>说</title><summary type='text'>经一事，长一智我们要如何才能知道自己已＂长大"了？叠叠重重反反复复，离离合合－四大皆空where do we go now?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1479779923186591725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1479779923186591725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1479779923186591725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1479779923186591725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-do-we-go-now.html' title='说'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-3479835196324148774</id><published>2008-10-13T02:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T03:05:49.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>charmed</title><summary type='text'>today i decided to take a journey through my songlist. instead of listening to the rated songs, i put the entire library to "shuffle". i heard many of the songs in compilations that i just ripped wholesale into my com, and i was surprised by what i found. i actually have the bloody theme song of the supermega series CHARMED!! (now those telling me that some newer ugly becky or desperate wives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/3479835196324148774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=3479835196324148774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/3479835196324148774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/3479835196324148774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/10/charmed.html' title='charmed'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-8687029026160136643</id><published>2008-10-11T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:31:15.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living</title><summary type='text'>it is by no coincidence that my blogpost title corresponds to becca's - i'm with her now. starbucks, company, ONE cup of mocha frappicino (because we dun believe in overpriced coffee. we shld've just BROUGHT our starbucks cup, in fact.), silent conversations, becca's beautiful eyes - just the calming serum i need in my life.life is all about being with people you love, finding people you love, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/8687029026160136643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=8687029026160136643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8687029026160136643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8687029026160136643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/10/life.html' title='living'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-3212410628895106207</id><published>2008-10-10T02:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:21:04.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>positive!</title><summary type='text'>Be near positive peopleBe around positive peopleBe about positive peopleBe positivePositivePositivePositive+++"some people just can't seem to keep their mouths shut."no one could hurt us unless we allow ourselves to be bothered by their opinions. i emptied a lifetime's supply of secrets, to keep the good faith. i have been, as honest, as i ever knew how to."when you judge people, you have no time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/3212410628895106207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=3212410628895106207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/3212410628895106207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/3212410628895106207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/10/positive.html' title='positive!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-7946734052782376152</id><published>2008-09-24T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:24:08.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and..</title><summary type='text'>i miss sudoku on msns with fizzy fishes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/7946734052782376152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=7946734052782376152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7946734052782376152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7946734052782376152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/09/and.html' title='and..'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4164451576447071584</id><published>2008-09-24T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:08:37.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jobs and kitaro music</title><summary type='text'>i have worked in many jobs of different nature. from admin, to sales, to retail, to service, to F&amp;B, to self-engineered enterprises, to instructional to... ad-hoc random i-need-your-lameness kinda jobs. yesterday at the FASS appreciation dinner, i remembered how it was being a server at some hotel banquet. when dinner was to be served, i totally imagined the lights to be dimmed, the music to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4164451576447071584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4164451576447071584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4164451576447071584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4164451576447071584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/09/jobs-and-kitaro-music.html' title='jobs and kitaro music'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-8162612722086012644</id><published>2008-09-24T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:14:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quickfire post without a title</title><summary type='text'>i love becca's shop. i'm glad she doesnt chase me away even though i stay here the whole day at times. click on the link and stop asking me what does becca sell. (although at this point of time, only 2 readers are allowed, and one of them is YOU, but still, i'm helping u do some marketing! more will see when i do unlock my blog)i love spending time with becca, although this luxury has largely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/8162612722086012644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=8162612722086012644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8162612722086012644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8162612722086012644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/09/quickfire-post-without-title.html' title='quickfire post without a title'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1646903204222563447</id><published>2008-09-24T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:59:02.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quickfire post</title><summary type='text'>no matter what has happened, no matter what has changed, no matter the imaginary distance that sometimes make me feel like a deserter in my own right, i still love carol. its so ironic that we were once close, and she REFUSING to take a picture with me then, no matter how i begged. (haha) and now that we rarely speak, we actually do take more pictures - to remind us of what i do not understand. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1646903204222563447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1646903204222563447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1646903204222563447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1646903204222563447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/09/quickfire-post.html' title='quickfire post'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-6353424701401788206</id><published>2008-09-22T19:42:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:13:30.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free is the new black</title><summary type='text'>its been less than 2 years since we started having free wireless in every part of singapore that is decent enough for us to want to plomb our butt down and start to surf. but we no longer remember how sucky it was not to have free wireless everywhere we go, do we? free wireless rocks, by the way.anyway, after a long long time, i realise that my blog is getting too dark. and that imeem sucks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/6353424701401788206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=6353424701401788206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6353424701401788206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/6353424701401788206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/09/free-is-new-black.html' title='free is the new black'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LHIldJEpHo/SNeHrMyqVQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/GlYOMiMVpB0/s72-c/tortoise.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1645242713452548829</id><published>2008-09-22T19:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:37:33.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know that i have a good temper. but i dun understand why both of you are TRYING to make me angry at the same time. i don't have enough ice cream at home to take me through everything you know? =)stop it already, please?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1645242713452548829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1645242713452548829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1645242713452548829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1645242713452548829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-that-i-have-good-temper.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-2327488329113549595</id><published>2008-09-19T03:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T03:14:41.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When the calls and conversationsAccidents and accusationsMessages and misperceptionsParalyze my mind Buses, cars, and airplanes leavingBurning fumes of gasolineAnd everyone is runningAnd I come to find a refuge in the Easy silence that you make for meIt's okay when there's nothing more to say to meAnd the peaceful quiet you create for meAnd the way you keep the world at bay for meThe way you keep</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/2327488329113549595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=2327488329113549595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2327488329113549595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2327488329113549595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-calls-and-conversations-accidents.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-8535962633372166698</id><published>2008-09-13T16:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:07:46.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dream to know your ghost.</title><summary type='text'>i would love to write a biography, writing about the life of another person. another true, living, feeling person. listen to her favourite songs, crying for her hurt, feeling her love, watching her life pass by all over again. a mammoth task, i presume? but it is something i would love to do once in my life. imagining myself wiping off her tears, speaking to her ghost, listening to her deepest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/8535962633372166698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=8535962633372166698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8535962633372166698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8535962633372166698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dream-to-know-your-ghost.html' title='i dream to know your ghost.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-8034374922947425369</id><published>2008-09-10T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:41:00.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>没什么</title><summary type='text'>两年前的今天，许了个诺言一年前的今天，因为你，失去了方向明白后的今天，还是把你放在那高高的地位有的事情，叫别人别想，自己却不知不觉地被音乐牵着心情。往后的今天，是一个不想去猜的未来。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/8034374922947425369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=8034374922947425369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8034374922947425369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8034374922947425369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='没什么'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-2067348678935816023</id><published>2008-09-06T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:38:48.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspire truth.</title><summary type='text'>Shit. It wasn't until recently that it hit upon me. "ivan? you have an awfully complicated life." I do things that i don't know i do. i don't do things that i think i am. i don't know what i know, and i know i don't know half the things i think i know.The level of complication is..... disturbing when i try to tidy up my life. i find too many things that are too good to throw away, but yet i have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/2067348678935816023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=2067348678935816023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2067348678935816023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2067348678935816023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/09/inspire-truth.html' title='inspire truth.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-8785012852636653689</id><published>2008-09-06T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:12:05.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog job</title><summary type='text'>i've been feeling an inherent desire to blog. a niggling want. a neglected and expired need. something which i used to do everynight, now becoming a forbidden fruit. freshies and weirdos reading my blog makes me uncomfortable to a certain extent, and i was -kinda- hoping that if i stop for a certain matter of weeks, they would start to deem my blog as inactive, unexciting, and basically a waste </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/8785012852636653689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=8785012852636653689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8785012852636653689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/8785012852636653689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-job.html' title='blog job'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-7745048707127190315</id><published>2008-07-17T05:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T05:59:40.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>east coast.</title><summary type='text'>Do not create what you cannot afford to lose.Or if you must create that which you cannot afford to lose, do not ever lose it.It's as simple as this.i spent a quiet evening at east coast park, looking at waves, stars, moon, feeling the cold breeze and hearing the crashing waves. a couple of bottles of booze, familiar company, pleasant memories of days gone days.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/7745048707127190315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=7745048707127190315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7745048707127190315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/7745048707127190315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/07/east-coast.html' title='east coast.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-1025102159147718900</id><published>2008-07-13T05:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T05:57:30.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of it all</title><summary type='text'>i've always felt that life is all about being totally involved in what is and what will be. everytime we look back, we see a thread of regret, or a sense of stupidity. memories, although being what we sought to create and keep each day, is never enough reason to hinder what is, and what will be. its great moving on, and not knowing how other people are doing after you left. life is as simple as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/1025102159147718900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=1025102159147718900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1025102159147718900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/1025102159147718900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/07/power-of-it-all.html' title='the power of it all'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-2740880550124761203</id><published>2008-07-13T02:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:28:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i won't go home without you"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/2740880550124761203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=2740880550124761203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2740880550124761203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2740880550124761203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wont-go-home-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LHIldJEpHo/SHkHXfi5VNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Klj9h0Sgb4Y/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-4415519881322698591</id><published>2008-07-11T05:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:28:45.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking at the pages of my life</title><summary type='text'>i don't like new notebooks. notebooks should be full of scribbles, drawings, coffee stains, folded corners, strike-outs, wrinkles and familiarity. like friendships.but a new notebook always brings with it excitement, anticipation of possible words destined to find its way into the pages, and clean pages. i keep all my used notebooks, but i want to burn all of them in one go. sometimes its really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/4415519881322698591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=4415519881322698591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4415519881322698591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/4415519881322698591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-at-pages-of-my-life.html' title='looking at the pages of my life'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-2065627958543946504</id><published>2008-06-17T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T02:47:52.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its amazing what Busy can do to you.sorry pq.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/2065627958543946504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=2065627958543946504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2065627958543946504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/2065627958543946504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-amazing-what-busy-can-do-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-5621748877734466649</id><published>2008-06-04T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:47:23.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i just throw everything behind and leave for a year or two, would that make a difference to you? rebecca you are wrong - in my opinion at least. the greatest distance between 2 persons is not sitting beside each other, having nothing to say, and the other party not needing to hear anything from you. the greater rift, i think, is when two persons sit beside each other, one has so much so much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/5621748877734466649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6252462&amp;postID=5621748877734466649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5621748877734466649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6252462/posts/default/5621748877734466649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-just-throw-everything-behind-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6252462.post-8498398926121152927</id><published>2008-06-01T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:05:49.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody is ever history</title><summary type='text'>this line keeps screaming itself into my head. i am undecided whether this line is the general universal truth which every individual experiences, or if this is true only to the believers. can something that has been stagnant for a year just ... resume operation and TAKE OFF from where it halted. the spontaneity of it surprises even me.trust, it's been oft said, can never be rebuilt once its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terribler.blogspot.com/feeds/8498398926121152927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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