<?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-7974551714511050855</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:07:42.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~*MoonRise: Walk without turning back~*~*~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974551714511050855.post-4106497146028535263</id><published>2008-09-10T08:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:44:25.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lalala, blogging blogging blogging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googoo, kitty cat, and I (bunny) are officially KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are communicating through my blog when we are like sitting next to each other!!I realize that this happens often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm an under-under minion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall make it my personal dedication to find an under-under-under minion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantou mantou mantou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triplets triplets triplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googoo was fretting with her homework,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was actually due two weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evil goose.Kids out there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do not learn from the goose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis a horrendous habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nods head wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough boring crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or am I doing too little novel-writing lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My email is FLOODED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with countless nice little essays that demands me to update my fictionpress account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but moi is busy with another novel lately, so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I read through that fictionpress novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think I'm gonna continue it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only upload it after Hazy read through since I'm no pro in grammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googoo can write one whole essay about how my grammer sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhenny is out of things to crap about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because today is the first day of school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all know what happens when you go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU DIE&gt;&lt;&gt; is away for her voice exam. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD LUCK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SQUIDDO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er, I shall continue this post after I reach home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW IS RECESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rhenny&lt;/span&gt; can eat ten cows too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kitty cat looks really at ease, going through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;asianfanatics&lt;/span&gt;.com, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lazing round like a cute little catty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish I was a cat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh no, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rhenny&lt;/span&gt; gets to be the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bunny hunted by the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;goosey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just me or does it rhymes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spot elf coming towards me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Is Here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am everywhere, even the wall-holes and ceilings have eyes and ears," says elf. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall not type out what she says after this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Shakespeare should love me, I'm doing one whole project on him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey~~&lt;br /&gt;I'm BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;Hazel said that she doesn't know what she's doing but she's doing it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chongmin's&lt;/span&gt; hysterical laughter suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what made her laugh so hard :/&lt;br /&gt;Chicken just asked me why am I a bunny.&lt;br /&gt;And I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Googoo&lt;/span&gt; why because you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm a bunny either!&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random piece of info:&lt;br /&gt;for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grp's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; arts oral presentation, our group is doing&lt;br /&gt;ABORTION!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm against abortion myself.&lt;br /&gt;But my mom had an abortion once, before me. In other words, if my mom gave birth then, I would have an elder brother now!&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, but if she gave birth then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rhen&lt;/span&gt; would not exist now,&lt;br /&gt;since China has a one-child policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, I just remembered,&lt;br /&gt;To Caleb: thanks so much for supporting our live last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!!! EVERYONE GEAR UP FOR THE CHICKEN THEATRE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chicken is here to tell a story.&lt;br /&gt;It's a very very very very very sweet story. Hazel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rhenny&lt;/span&gt; thinks so!&lt;br /&gt;Chicken too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A long long time ago. Chicken was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt; city.&lt;br /&gt;She was walking around, eating seeds and flapping around when she saw a peculiar view.&lt;br /&gt;She saw a handsome/hot Caucasian version of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;The handsome/hot Caucasian was walking around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt; city bare-footed!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness! Why is that, I wonder?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicken is astonished and looks at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Caucasian&lt;/span&gt; with wide eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, her eyes lit up and swelled up in tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was so touched!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beside the Caucasian was a young lady (also Caucasian) and she was wearing a very manly pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before we indulge ourselves with the lady's fashion sense, Chicken sees something else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh! What's this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Caucasian guy is holding a pair of broken heels!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah...Chicken understands it now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the lady's heels broke! And her super sweet and hot boyfriend gave her his to wear, while becoming bare-footed himself~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;How sweet...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can imagine all your faces. (=.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah yeah. I was just being lame and random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um. And I don't mean to be insulting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;. I like him too. He's a very wise man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm... I can't remember what it was that I wanted to say...I shall say it later, after I get moi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;. I will safe some random stuff in there to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALIEN BABY IS WEIRD&lt;333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974551714511050855-4106497146028535263?l=ethelrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/4106497146028535263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974551714511050855&amp;postID=4106497146028535263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/4106497146028535263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/4106497146028535263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/2008/09/lalala-blogging-blogging-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</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-7974551714511050855.post-8716256825750001861</id><published>2008-09-05T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:58:28.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rhen&lt;/span&gt; is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up is something we all must face, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;And now that I am old enough, I don't really want to grow up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;(replying my stupid friend)&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not because of the pimples.&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not because of the heartbreaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do growing up mean? It means that we can't be wilful anymore. It means that we can't do things on impulse anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An adult and a child.&lt;br /&gt;One is mature, one is not. One thinks about everything, one only thinks about himself/herself.&lt;br /&gt;A baby will open his/her mouth and wail when it wants milk, needs to pee, or wants attention. He/she does not care whether the mother is tired.&lt;br /&gt;But an adult is different.&lt;br /&gt;A mother must think about whether her decisions will affect others, she can't do as she wishes.&lt;br /&gt;A father may not like his dream, but he needs to keep it for his family.&lt;br /&gt;If they don't, people say that they're outcasts of society who cares not for their kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not why I don't wanna grow up either.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to grow up, not because I'm afraid of the responsibilities and burdens that will surely come, but because I want to remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of things changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a long enough life to know that things change a lot with time.&lt;br /&gt;I remember that when I was young, and my grandmother was still alive, and I had not known &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rui&lt;/span&gt; yet, I told my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grandmere&lt;/span&gt; that I want to grow up quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it will be super duper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; cool is I'm grown up.&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GGM&lt;/span&gt; preaching me about idioms, my mom won't be running around, telling me that my hair is messy, my aunt won't be saying that I run around like a boy, and she can't force me into her frilly dresses again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grandmere&lt;/span&gt; told me that as I grow up, I would know more and more people, our family would grow bigger and bigger. And then, I would have to face death. Not just my own, but the others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough, my family grew bigger. (like bunnies breeding, &lt;em&gt;to animal gang; &lt;/em&gt;no pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;I met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rui&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Grandmere&lt;/span&gt; died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote in my book that the living would forever carry on the legacy of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds posh, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;beneathe&lt;/span&gt; the layer of waxy, smart-sounding words, it is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dead would have no more worries, in almost every single religion, though there was always hell, there would also be heaven. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shangri&lt;/span&gt;-La, Utopia, Heaven, it comes in many names, but it means the same things; no worries, no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Peter Pan, there was a line. Two lines actually. "To live would be an awfully big adventure." and "To die would be an awfully big adventure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Don't you think there's too much excitement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up would also mean becoming smarter, more rational, more disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I cannot help but wonder, what is the difference between a genius and a fool? Or rather, what makes a genius, and what makes a fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt;' a thin line that separates the geniuses from the fools.&lt;br /&gt;Every genius was once a fool, and every fool has the potential to come a genius.&lt;br /&gt;What makes a fool become a genius is &lt;em&gt;time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time, you gain knowledge, you gain experience, you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess in the end, it's not growing up that I'm afraid of. It's time.&lt;br /&gt;Time can change people in ways unimaginable. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to change. At all. If there really was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Neverland, a&lt;/span&gt;nd you don't have to abandon your families and friends to go there. Maybe I really would go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is always so hard to accept. It's much more easier to run away. But that would the act of a weakling and coward, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard, you just have to accept it. So what's the point in this post??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;, I really don't like it when I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;. Read the post before this one. It's MUCH more cheerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974551714511050855-8716256825750001861?l=ethelrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/8716256825750001861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974551714511050855&amp;postID=8716256825750001861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/8716256825750001861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/8716256825750001861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/2008/09/rhen-is-feeling-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</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-7974551714511050855.post-643716919666410482</id><published>2008-09-05T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:34:07.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantou and Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HEYA&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rhen&lt;/span&gt; is blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chongmin&lt;/span&gt;, Sylvia, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Estee&lt;/span&gt; and I went studying at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bishan&lt;/span&gt; Lib!!&lt;br /&gt;And I got lost after I got off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;"Lost?!! But the lib is just next to J8!"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, I know. No need to harp on it.&lt;br /&gt;I got lost. And I went one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;biiiiig&lt;/span&gt; (really big) circle before I saw the road sign that said 'Library'.&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; happy when I saw it. But then I followed the sign and I saw where the library was. RIGHT NEXT TO THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; AND J8.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling damn stupid then.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;But my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;stupidness&lt;/span&gt; aside, it was very fun yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sylvia&lt;/span&gt; went crazy over my phone, (she said her thumb was too fat) and we started typing messages and even sending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;smses&lt;/span&gt; when we were sitting &lt;em&gt;opposite each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Chongmin&lt;/span&gt; did more than thirty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;trigo&lt;/span&gt; questions.&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;I got my share of studying, no need to mention how much I studied=))&lt;br /&gt;And then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sylvia&lt;/span&gt; declared that she could eat ten cows.&lt;br /&gt;So what's left to do when the goose decides to eat cows?&lt;br /&gt;We went to J8 for lunch, and then we stood at this corridor/path thingy and debated over where to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three choices;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yoshinoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pastamania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Pizza Hut (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were torn between them. We stood like idiots outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;yoshinoya&lt;/span&gt; (which had glass windows/sliding doors, whatever you call it) and we tossed a coin.&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;And the coin decided that we eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pastamania&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I ate a beef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lasagna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to see a cow in my life, ever again. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was wrong with our lunch though, since we all felt like puking afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;After walking around, buying pens and NOTEBOOKS (!!!!), we met up with Estee. The princess came late because she needed beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;We studied a little more at McDonald's, and then we went our separate ways. (it sounds wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when we were at Mc, we did the same thing that the animal gang (which is us) did when we ate at Sakae sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, poor Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Minmin left, Estee left.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Goose started walking around Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;And here's where the mantouXbunny thing started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never noticed all the mantous!!!&lt;br /&gt;They were &lt;em&gt;everywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they looked just like GOOSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;So here's the equation of the day;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia = goose = mantou.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, googoo will kill me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were also a lot of bunnies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Black one (moi), the white one (the one I gave hazy) and then we saw a blue one!! I said that the blue one was sylvia too. But I think one should be loyal so stick to the earlier equation people.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that they have bunny pencil case, bunny plushies, bunny pens, bunny keychains, bunny handphone straps, bunny stickers, and even bunny RUGS???!!!! And a whole ton more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the second equation of the day;&lt;br /&gt;Rhen = Squad = Bunny&lt;br /&gt;Math retest coming up, remember it well!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry that was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then GOOGOO LEFT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHHH &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhenny is alone in J8.&lt;br /&gt;I wandered around like a aimless bunny ghost, and then I smsed a lot of people for direction on how to get to nanyang from J8.&lt;br /&gt;What's the lesson learnt today, people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rhen is a direction idiot. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chongmin told me to take 156 from outside 711 on J8 side.&lt;br /&gt;And guessed what I asked her.&lt;br /&gt;"What's 711?"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make the link between 711 and 7 eleven - its a store and more.&lt;br /&gt;So, helpless, I wandered around J8. I walked two rounds. Somehow, one way or another, I did not see 711 on my first round.&lt;br /&gt;And then, Tada!!&lt;br /&gt;I saw 711 and i was like 'Oooh, so this is 711'&lt;br /&gt;Kay, anyway, I wanted, boarded the bus and Amanda He smsed me.&lt;br /&gt;THEY NEEDED CREW FOR 'FORGET ME NOT'!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thus, Rhenny sacrificed a ton of her smses and smsed all the AV people in her contact list except the sec 4s. Dont ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;As expected, no one could make it on such short notice ('forget me not' was yesterday night)&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, met up with Estee (the princess reappears) and gave the chinese drama people crash course on the lights and sound.&lt;br /&gt;This was ridiculous. I mean, do I look like a pro??&lt;br /&gt;NO!!&lt;br /&gt;But no choice.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, teaching some newbies how to crew? No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;Getting from Bishan to nanyang? I made it. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Watch 'forget me not' with Estee?&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;There was a white guy and a black guy.&lt;br /&gt;The white guy was hot. (yes, even I said that he was hot)&lt;br /&gt;Yilin agreed that he was hot too.&lt;br /&gt;And Estee was hyperventilating beside me. Until she found out that he was TAKEN!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I dont think the animal gang has any trouble with figuring out what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, one last thing.&lt;br /&gt;Goosey, goosey, goosey,&lt;br /&gt;thou should not have reminded me of &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;'toilet incident'.&lt;br /&gt;Now thou shall pay thy price. (okay, i don't think shakespeare will like me anymore after today. This sounds a bit weird...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The &lt;/em&gt;toilet incident...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(haha, i used pink!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For full details, seek Rhen out when googoo is nowhere close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking lah, goose, don't think of killing me so soon.&lt;br /&gt;Rhenny will not reveal the secret. I mean, I've already wrote a poem on it in your notebook!&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Therefore, if you want to know about the infamous toilet incident, FIND SYLVIA'S NOTEBOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then you need to decipher my poem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974551714511050855-643716919666410482?l=ethelrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/643716919666410482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974551714511050855&amp;postID=643716919666410482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/643716919666410482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/643716919666410482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/2008/09/mantou-and-bunny.html' title='Mantou and Bunny'/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</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-7974551714511050855.post-4166515794224780767</id><published>2008-07-31T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:04:26.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long long long long long long time since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;I've been demoted from human into a squad into a rabbit and now, thanks to my twin,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a SQUIGGLY LINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Hazel finished her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sembcorp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Greenwave&lt;/span&gt; competition!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip HOORAY!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she just corrected my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grammer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on to publish my book!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm looking for a lit. agent to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But literature aside, we're gonna get back our math paper soon.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; many, and I mean MANY people failed.&lt;br /&gt;They all got nice little single digit numbers for their moms to kill them with.&lt;br /&gt;So let's cross out fingers and hope that you can see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rhen&lt;/span&gt; after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when you visit my blog, you will find many countdowns.&lt;br /&gt;And it's true!!&lt;br /&gt;Count down two days to Stephanie Meyer's Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pre-ordered it at Borders&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Goosey&lt;/span&gt; already made a 'reservation' to read it immediately after me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my countdown is not about Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;My countdown is about a special day.&lt;br /&gt;Not a birthday, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, countdown initiating~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;52 Days to Sept 22!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, to people who like very nice piano sheet music,&lt;br /&gt;check out 'The Musician' or also known by some as 'The Player's Song'&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe only I find it nice...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there will be a secret on Sept 22,&lt;br /&gt;to all those who love this world, and cherish the friendship they're in.&lt;br /&gt;This secret is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enigmatic isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Rhen is trying to act cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it somehow feels like everyone is crying.&lt;br /&gt;*Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;Grades, relationships, work, projects...&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks! but DEAL WITH IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this above phrase is copyrighted to Googoo and Squad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold back your tears, just let'em out!&lt;br /&gt;Life is fair, because everyone's life is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;So chill, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooooooh, we just got scolded.&lt;br /&gt;So I think it means it's time I scram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to TAG or LEAVE A MESSAGE!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974551714511050855-4166515794224780767?l=ethelrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/4166515794224780767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974551714511050855&amp;postID=4166515794224780767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/4166515794224780767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/4166515794224780767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-all-its-been-long-long-long-long.html' title=''/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</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-7974551714511050855.post-4605052313911492429</id><published>2008-04-29T19:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:23:25.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Message of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The sighs of the night will fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And then it'll be dawn.&lt;br /&gt;You and I shall dance&lt;br /&gt;under that oak that have seen us through time and age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no fear&lt;br /&gt;or any tears.&lt;br /&gt;The tears of Ice and Snow will melt&lt;br /&gt;as the Sun rises from beyond that glowing horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see things that have come to past,&lt;br /&gt;things that are happening,&lt;br /&gt;and we will understand&lt;br /&gt;what it is that we shall face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After knowing,&lt;br /&gt;after deciding,&lt;br /&gt;all that's left is following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will hold each other's hands&lt;br /&gt;and the hands of our friends.&lt;br /&gt;We will walk side by side&lt;br /&gt;into that bright horizon with so many&lt;br /&gt;glittering futures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one will you choose, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Because whichever you choose,&lt;br /&gt;I know it'll be the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had a problem with headaches.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow whenever they happen,&lt;br /&gt;it's always linked--in one way or another--with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter whether good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;it's always her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do in my past life to be continuously tormented by her, I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice is a person I really love.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved her in ways more than one.&lt;br /&gt;She was a friend, a sister, a mother, a daughter and a royal pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;Never a lover.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not joking.&lt;br /&gt;And she just had to get herself in all sorts of trouble to make life difficult for me.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not intentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and Cassandra are two pods in a pea.&lt;br /&gt;You never know what the other is doing,&lt;br /&gt;or thinking of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They two of them will just suddenly do things recklessly&lt;br /&gt;and I usually end up being the one cleaning up the mess.&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, welcome to my life, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Estee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wei.&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Another Alice.&lt;br /&gt;Another Cassandra.&lt;br /&gt;Shall I be rude and say 'another pain in the ass'?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;All three of them are nice people, important people and&lt;br /&gt;ONLY&lt;br /&gt;Alice is a R.P.I.T.A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals of 312 are going out after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The participates are,&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Squiddo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lo&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Squiddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Goosey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Squad Chen (Is this thing even an animal?)&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Duckey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Horsey/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Squaddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a fun trip?&lt;br /&gt;You bet.&lt;br /&gt;Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Twin's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Honk is going out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;WanLing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it'll be great if there's good weather tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where we'll be fooling around in? I'm sure we won't really just STICK TO THE PLAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no way.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure no matter where we go, it'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; participating right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;REVELATION&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone is&lt;/span&gt; crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who lost the people they loved,&lt;br /&gt;those who lost precious feelings...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Rui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I were lucky.&lt;br /&gt;We made up before the end.&lt;br /&gt;But there are so many people who lost the chance to say 'I'm sorry' forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people will have to bear the regret of not apologizing, not understanding and not caring for the person who is now gone.&lt;br /&gt;This is a price we have to pay just because we lost that chance.&lt;br /&gt;And that chance can be so easily lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fair, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; life is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;The tears of grief and sorrow that everyone shed are the same.&lt;br /&gt;it holds regret, self anger and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day everyone will grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will understand the correct way to love,&lt;br /&gt;the correct way to feel,&lt;br /&gt;and the correct to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we will all laugh at the foolish mistakes we made in our childhood and youth.&lt;br /&gt;We will feel sadness once again when we thought of that lost chance to apologize to that someone.&lt;br /&gt;But we will mature, we will make amends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people say life is like a train, with so many different stops.&lt;br /&gt;At every stop, people get off and new people come abroad.&lt;br /&gt;Who left, who came,&lt;br /&gt;some of these are beyond our control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is within our power to make sure that we will not regret every decision, every promise we made.&lt;br /&gt;Surely,&lt;br /&gt;those people who left us are not really gone.&lt;br /&gt;They are somewhere in our heart,&lt;br /&gt;they are in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;They are present when we make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very lax about traffic rules.&lt;br /&gt;I frankly don't give a damn about lights and zebra crossings.&lt;br /&gt;even now I'm the same.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just too immature right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whenever I hear people around me saying stuff like, "Come on and just cross the road. You won't get knocked down so easily."&lt;br /&gt;I just have this unknown frustrated anger boiling inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;and the cause of this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;will remain with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;Like the scar on the back of my hand and the one on my brow and back.&lt;br /&gt;These are lessons.&lt;br /&gt;The remains of a lesson brutally taught.&lt;br /&gt;The remnant of the legacy of a most beloved cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People die everyday.&lt;br /&gt;But people are born everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death...&lt;br /&gt;It is something inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;No one can live forever.&lt;br /&gt;No one can live alone.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how strong or how smart you are.&lt;br /&gt;If you're alone,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be successful.&lt;br /&gt;You will never feel the sense of true bliss, the superior feeling of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;That is why humans are born from two adults and not one.&lt;br /&gt;not counting in virgin Mary, of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans cannot survive alone.&lt;br /&gt;So why cry alone?&lt;br /&gt;The whole world is crying.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels grief.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone made mistakes once.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can make amends.&lt;br /&gt;So let's bear the burden with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974551714511050855-4605052313911492429?l=ethelrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/4605052313911492429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974551714511050855&amp;postID=4605052313911492429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/4605052313911492429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/4605052313911492429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-life.html' title='What is life?'/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</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-7974551714511050855.post-7007809114944135723</id><published>2008-04-25T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:52:47.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oolala,&lt;br /&gt;Honk's death day is here!!&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, it's the world to the rescue!!&lt;br /&gt;Cherie is coming over to share her chinapoint stuff!&lt;br /&gt;OUR chinapoint, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Me Honk and Cherie&lt;br /&gt;haha, once I remember how me and Honk took those photos while in the McDonalds, I start smling or laughing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Paranoid.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CME later!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Honkie told Hazy once that we shouldn't have so many pargraphs.&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when blogging,&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy doing this!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Honkie should go and become a critic someday.&lt;br /&gt;And Cherie should become a comedian...?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know lah, but once I think about it, that's what I have in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;But Guzheng so good as well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Rhenny doesn't know what rhenny wants to become when she grows up.&lt;br /&gt;But Rui said she wanted to be something like a clergyman.&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm suited for those kind of jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't even believe in Kami-sama.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in myself and that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974551714511050855-7007809114944135723?l=ethelrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/7007809114944135723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974551714511050855&amp;postID=7007809114944135723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/7007809114944135723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/7007809114944135723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/2008/04/oolala-honks-death-day-is-here-but-no.html' title=''/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</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-7974551714511050855.post-5569903459318654564</id><published>2008-04-24T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:18:29.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhenny's revelation!!</title><content type='html'>曾几何时，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我开始喜欢看你笑，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢听你说话，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你叫我名字的方式。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的眼神总是那么善良。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是为什么也同时那么悲伤呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道你不快乐吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和我们的同伴没办法让你快乐吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的世界到底包括一些什么呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要拥有些什么才会高兴呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊。。。我好想知道啊。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;我想你的世界一定和大家的一样吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的世界也一定是由朋友，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;亲人及回忆组成的吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就像一个很大的拼图一样，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每一个重要的东西就像是拼图的一小块，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但只要 失去任何一片，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拼图就永远无法完成了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;你是不是就是因为不小心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遗失了一块拼图所以才那么悲伤呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放心吧，蕊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蕊的世界一定会是很完美的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你已经不需要哭泣了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为不会再有人伤害你了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不需要害怕也不需要担心了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我们大家一定会保护你的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蕊已经努力的够久了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可以安详地睡了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有的烦恼都会离开你的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蕊虽然不是圣人但是你确实是一个很善良的女孩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对上帝如此信任的你一定会被救赎的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不会有事的哦！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;蕊只要好好休息就行了。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;也许很多年后我会再一次&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为你的离去而感到悲伤，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是不要紧的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为蕊并没有真的离开我们对吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;活着的人背负着死去的人的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有痛楚和未完成的心愿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我愿意替蕊背负蕊的痛苦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;我们大家真的不会有事的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以蕊你就带着大家的祝福离开吧，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在天边的圣宫看着我们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhenny and Hazy are in school.&lt;br /&gt;Hazy is laughing at Rhenny.&lt;br /&gt;Rhenny doesn't know why Hazy is laughing.&lt;br /&gt;And now Hazy is making this -.-" face.&lt;br /&gt;Awww....&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, by the way, I SWEAR this is going to be the first and last time that Rhenny will be posting in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE&lt;br /&gt;I will use chinese for like a few words, but never a long paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;It is KILLING ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;AH,&lt;br /&gt;one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;Rhenny is not emo XD&lt;br /&gt;hohoho&lt;br /&gt;Honk knows why I'm using 'XD'&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hazy wants the com for her IH seminar&lt;br /&gt;Good luck HAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;I will do a good job in sleeping in your seminar tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;Hazy is ignoring Rhenny and playing with Rhenny's phone.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm a bit xiao today.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, this year I've been telling the whole world all my secrets, it's like this strange urge to just spill things out!!&lt;br /&gt;I even told Sylvia 'THAT'&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOooooooh My GOSH&lt;br /&gt;BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974551714511050855-5569903459318654564?l=ethelrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/5569903459318654564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974551714511050855&amp;postID=5569903459318654564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/5569903459318654564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/5569903459318654564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/2008/04/rhennys-revelation.html' title='Rhenny&apos;s revelation!!'/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</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-7974551714511050855.post-8994100150061124752</id><published>2008-04-23T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:57:01.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Years Ago</title><content type='html'>When I first met her, I hated her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is she to take away my parent's love?&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't fair.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So what if she had a bad body and health?&lt;br /&gt;So what if she was a year younger than me?&lt;br /&gt;She was just the daughter of an aunt I've rarely met,&lt;br /&gt;and this aunt had left her here with my family,&lt;br /&gt;allowing her to take away the love that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; rightfully be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what I felt when I first saw her almost five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, hate never lasts.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in between I started loving her.&lt;br /&gt;I started to cherish the rare smiles on her delicate face.&lt;br /&gt;I started enjoying the time I spent in her room.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We became sisters.&lt;br /&gt;My friends became her friends and we became inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;It was only then that I realised how lonely she must have felt before;&lt;br /&gt;she had no friends here and was always forced to stay indoors because of her health...&lt;br /&gt;It must feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was remarkable how we seemed to be made for each other,&lt;br /&gt;she started influencing me in ways I never thought was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all just had to end.&lt;br /&gt;Like a trademark tragedy or ill-twisted fate,&lt;br /&gt;she is now gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That was three years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet even now I love her more and more with every passing second,&lt;br /&gt;the more important a thing is, the more fragile it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974551714511050855-8994100150061124752?l=ethelrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/8994100150061124752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974551714511050855&amp;postID=8994100150061124752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/8994100150061124752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/8994100150061124752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/2008/04/three-years-ago.html' title='Three Years Ago'/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</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-7974551714511050855.post-5935833154030373785</id><published>2008-04-19T10:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:00:33.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAle4mKNOvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Otv2CiHCWWI/s1600-h/Look+Up+DOGGIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190784371930249970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAle4mKNOvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Otv2CiHCWWI/s400/Look+Up+DOGGIE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was always under the impression that Saturdays were supposed to be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except maybe for Sylvia since she has to spend this whole Saturday with a certain someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't feel like doing these work that GGM sent over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually I could have ignored them, or at least ignore the deadlines, and do them slowly in pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this time its different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On other occasions, she sent these work here with the idea of, "Let's let Rhen have a go and get some experience."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this time that's not the reason behind it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's because I know the real reason, therefore I can't ignore these work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I got six hours of sleep last night, that's a good bonus.. &lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel asleep at the backstage while waiting for me turn to perform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I was wearing my AV jacket since it was cold and the jacket my dad brought along was strictly for show. It doesn't provide any warmth at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I buried my face in my arms, resting on the black desk/cabinet behind the curtain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only wanted to rest but I fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't hear anyone call me.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the backstage manager thought that the random person with a backstage pass was me so he also didnt call out loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was Daniel's turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I was missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gave him the fright of his life.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They found me just before the emcee made the call,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I was dragged half-asleep on to stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only became awake when the applause started and I was like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hell, why am I onstage? And where is the freaking jacket my dad brought?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, they took off my AV jacket for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not, I'll be performing with the words 'CREW' stiuck on my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I heard our performance went rather well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was darn proud of myself, haha, since I've been so busy lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have to wrap up the chinese SIA by hopefully tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know who is in my group anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's okay, I guess, I'll just do what I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, hey, this is another cute pic of my dear darling doggie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hammies are currently sleeping, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974551714511050855-5935833154030373785?l=ethelrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/5935833154030373785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974551714511050855&amp;postID=5935833154030373785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/5935833154030373785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/5935833154030373785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAle4mKNOvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Otv2CiHCWWI/s72-c/Look+Up+DOGGIE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974551714511050855.post-7875682306236630467</id><published>2008-04-17T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:59:06.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My darling doggie's photo, cute isn't he??&lt;br /&gt;I go all fuzzy when I cuddle him!!&lt;br /&gt;Except when he licks me consistently :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdWYmKNOuI/AAAAAAAAABw/JpON7jFaqsc/s1600-h/Lazy+doggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190212076127992546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdWYmKNOuI/AAAAAAAAABw/JpON7jFaqsc/s400/Lazy+doggie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdWOGKNOtI/AAAAAAAAABo/NmFPJ1Dx4io/s1600-h/Smiling+doggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190211895739366098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdWOGKNOtI/AAAAAAAAABo/NmFPJ1Dx4io/s400/Smiling+doggie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year Choral and Drama Nite Pictures: I found them, haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdV1GKNOsI/AAAAAAAAABg/8HeBD9e4mck/s1600-h/siman+mikki+pull+pull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190211466242636482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdV1GKNOsI/AAAAAAAAABg/8HeBD9e4mck/s400/siman+mikki+pull+pull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdVYmKNOrI/AAAAAAAAABY/r5XVuFKjzXI/s1600-h/Siman+kungfu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190210976616364722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdVYmKNOrI/AAAAAAAAABY/r5XVuFKjzXI/s400/Siman+kungfu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdVG2KNOqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LEhcpm7cyQI/s1600-h/Siman+Qiao+Swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190210671673686690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdVG2KNOqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/LEhcpm7cyQI/s400/Siman+Qiao+Swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdUyGKNOpI/AAAAAAAAABI/wHt3I5u8p7s/s1600-h/Siman+Liting+swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190210315191401106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdUyGKNOpI/AAAAAAAAABI/wHt3I5u8p7s/s400/Siman+Liting+swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdUdGKNOoI/AAAAAAAAABA/gRZoUQ-HT2w/s1600-h/Mikki+and+moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190209954414148226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdUdGKNOoI/AAAAAAAAABA/gRZoUQ-HT2w/s400/Mikki+and+moi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhenny is suddenly doing some photo sharing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said I could take a break!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohlala,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now at least I dont have to chiong the novel so badly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leisure writing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arent these pictures full of memories?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rhen is being emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But these pics do bring back memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if you werent from 210 or 110,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'll still remind you of your class' choral and drama nite!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isnt it lovely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly remembered Squiddo in her tube, singing songs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice and smart squiddo with her pretty voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nya~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz, I still have lots of work left to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly have an idea on who 'hi' is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I need to do some more cleaning up...hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how can you clean up so many...grains?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's for me to know and you to find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I'm rather serious now, not being lame and not joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hohoho, Rhenny can be dark sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974551714511050855-7875682306236630467?l=ethelrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/7875682306236630467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974551714511050855&amp;postID=7875682306236630467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/7875682306236630467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/7875682306236630467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-darling-doggies-photo-cute-isnt-he-i.html' title=''/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0tacKz195HU/SAdWYmKNOuI/AAAAAAAAABw/JpON7jFaqsc/s72-c/Lazy+doggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974551714511050855.post-6331654716323004961</id><published>2008-04-17T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:30:25.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GGM&lt;/span&gt; seems to be taking my denial to return home very harshly.&lt;br /&gt;She's giving me all sorts of work to do now, almost four times the amount I have to do in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when I enter my room,&lt;br /&gt;I see all these files...and emails...and articles...and books...and calls...&lt;br /&gt;Dying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously considering whether or not I should just delete that email of mine.&lt;br /&gt;The one that she uses.&lt;br /&gt;The Yahoo one.&lt;br /&gt;But that would be useless, of course. She'll just find some other way to give me work.&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing I'll get from deleting that mail is that I'll feel better deep down inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GGM's only giving me so much work to force me back,&lt;br /&gt;I know that.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;should I go back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my duty, I guess, being who I am, to help my family.&lt;br /&gt;GGM's sadistic trick is immature, of course, but her 'invitation' for me to return is only there because she thinks that's the best.&lt;br /&gt;For her, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;Can't anyone cut me some slack here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not on talking terms with everyone at the B.T&lt;br /&gt;All these seminar sessions are a torture...&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping so much the past four days.&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt; of three and a half a day.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it, people, I'm not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really just want to be a normal fifteen year old and worry about homework.&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind of stuff I'm worrying about now.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah, sure, I DO worry about homework.&lt;br /&gt;But there are so many unusual things that I worry about that people don't even believe in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may say they believe me, they may act like they believe me.&lt;br /&gt;But I can see it in their eyes that they don't.&lt;br /&gt;They think I'm trying to get attention?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I've finally understood.&lt;br /&gt;You really have to handle your things yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I told many people in the past about me but most don't believe unless they see it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't go around showing to everyone, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, I'm not going to say it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my stuff to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than get misunderstood I'll rather handle them alone.&lt;br /&gt;After all, this mask that I've been wearing for so long is already almost a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even tell whether my smiles are genuine.&lt;br /&gt;I, myself, me...I can't even tell whether I'm happy for real or am I acting only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah this is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to blend in is to do the things that other people do.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that fact.&lt;br /&gt;So even if it means wearing a mask, I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a coward, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh.&lt;br /&gt;All the things I've done in the past, I wonder if my karma will get back to me someday...?&lt;br /&gt;People, don't misunderstand please, I'm not doing anything shady.&lt;br /&gt;Not TOO shady anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Qiao's shirt today,&lt;br /&gt;seven bucks&lt;br /&gt;and I had a hell of a time collecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;I finished my homework,&lt;br /&gt;my AMES,&lt;br /&gt;IH,&lt;br /&gt;Bio essay question,&lt;br /&gt;chem WS,&lt;br /&gt;half completed chinese SIA report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have a mountain of documents to read through.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;maybe,&lt;br /&gt;I'll being them with me to school to finish.&lt;br /&gt;No one will understand them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they won't even care.&lt;br /&gt;Joking!&lt;br /&gt;My class is a nice class!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra came over today,&lt;br /&gt;she's my one year younger cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, I feel myself when I'm with her.&lt;br /&gt;Because she's always so hard to read, so hard to anticipate her next move.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very good at reading people, you know.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm no EDWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah,&lt;br /&gt;it's just that I have good empathy,&lt;br /&gt;but whether or not I show that or I act ignorant is another story altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with Cassy is interesting,&lt;br /&gt;because you never know what's going to happen in the next moment.&lt;br /&gt;A but like how Kei feels towards Hikari in Special A&lt;br /&gt;Except we aren't in love, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'll be another Rui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974551714511050855-6331654716323004961?l=ethelrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/6331654716323004961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974551714511050855&amp;postID=6331654716323004961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/6331654716323004961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/6331654716323004961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/2008/04/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</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-7974551714511050855.post-2576286270285915329</id><published>2008-04-05T17:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:00:58.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ohohoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent Rhen took some time to figure out the problem with MoonRise.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent Rhen decided to stop MoonRise for a while and shove the novel into the&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; 'KIV'&lt;/span&gt; file. Which means &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;'keep in view'&lt;/span&gt; until a later time when Intelligent really becomes intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, Intelligent Rhen is not really very intelligent!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt; class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; will be editing now is another story!&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it's good.&lt;br /&gt;So far, the only novel I wrote and was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; satisfied with is 'Forsaken Time' but...&lt;br /&gt;That's a Science Fiction/Romance novel...&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did I, a fifteen year old, managed to write a good Romance novel is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the romance part is only half of it. At the front.&lt;br /&gt;The back part is more serious.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually torn between blogging part of Forsaken Time here like I've done with the other successful novel of mine; Lost Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with the word 'time' apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do you know I simply love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MEH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CLOCKS on my blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I mean, they're so so so so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SO SO CUTE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just post the Preface and Prologue of the book I'm working on.&lt;br /&gt;And please tell me what you think of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rhenny&lt;/span&gt; isn't too good right now.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough inspiration...&lt;br /&gt;Even though I got some inspiration in school...They're used UP!!&lt;br /&gt;OH NO&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Title: Phoenix Lament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew who I was.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lived a life that was mine.&lt;br /&gt;But then, as suddenly as a flash of lightning, everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I had believed in turned out to be a lie. I was lied to by my most loved people, by my most important contacts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preface&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hall was full of splendor; you would never have thought that this grand mansion with modern furnishing was the Vampire's home.&lt;br /&gt;Every single step Klein took sent echoes back. It was amazing that the sound of his heartbeat was still unheard.&lt;br /&gt;His lungs were tight and his head slightly disorientated as he continued following the servant.&lt;br /&gt;All the paintings...statues...all of them felt alive. It was disconcerting.&lt;br /&gt;His mouth was dry and the sound of the servant knocking gently against the oak doors was painfully loud. He fixed a look of cold calmness on his face as the two doors opened.&lt;br /&gt;The Vampire was seated there, on the armchair on the raised platform at the back of the room with a look of complete ease on his face.&lt;br /&gt;The anxiousness in Klein's heart melted away and was replaced by determination.&lt;br /&gt;This was what he's been waiting for, after having fought so many of them, he's finally reached his destination. This Vampire was the destination of all slayers, right?&lt;br /&gt;And Klein was facing him at last.&lt;br /&gt;This Vampire was the terror of the night world and the ultimate enemy of all slayers. Klein's blood wasn't going cold. Instead, the rush of adrenaline made his senses hyper alert.&lt;br /&gt;This was just another match. He was just another vicious old vampire that Klein has to kill. It doesn't matter how many millennia this Vampire has seen, nor does it matter how much more experienced and lethal he was than Klein.&lt;br /&gt;Klein was the slayer.&lt;br /&gt;He was the vampire.&lt;br /&gt;This was just another dance between these two species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prologue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking down a street, doing window shopping or whatever... Have you ever felt scared? Like there was someone staring at you but when you turn around, you see nothing.&lt;br /&gt;At night after you fool around with your friends at the pub and you're walking home, have you ever felt someone or something after you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever glimpse a gentlemanly stranger leer at your neck when you turn around? Was there ever a pair of eyes on your back or the sound of footsteps following you whenever you're alone?&lt;br /&gt;Not just at night. But in the day as well.&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween, when you thought everyone was just playing, have you ever had the suspicion that that handsome guy standing at the corner didn't look like he was wearing fake fangs. Did those canine teeth looked too real?&lt;br /&gt;When you watch a horror film in the cinema with your pals, did the scene there seem oddly familiar? How that main character was being chased into a dark corner...and how that thing bit into her neck, sinking his teeth in, the fresh blood overflowing...&lt;br /&gt;Vampires.&lt;br /&gt;Vampires are very real creatures. They're not afraid of sunlight, nor do they sleep in coffins and need to have a stake driven through its heart to kill it. Crucifixes have entirely no effect on them and they can drink holy water if they want to and still carry on their blood-sucking activities.&lt;br /&gt;People they bite do turn into vampires, but only when they decide to release the venom.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't a quick process, and it's painful. In this period of time the victims suffer all sorts of diseases that occur as their body began to change and their DNA altered by the vampire's special venom. After the transformation is complete, they will be welcomed into the dark world like a brother.&lt;br /&gt;Vampires didn't make any pact with any devil, they didn't have a sad past that driven them to be what they are. They are a race.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are their food source.&lt;br /&gt;They were made, created, present, just to hunt humans. Humans aren't at the end of the food chain, nor are the cannibals.&lt;br /&gt;No. It's the vampires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're talking about a food chain, then vampires are at the end. But even with the vampires alarming strength and speed and the pure-blood vampires' gifts...they're still not the most dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Another race with equal physical attributes is there. While vampires are the hunter of humans, they are the hunter of the hunters.&lt;br /&gt;This race that protects the humans in the shadows, they're called the slayers.&lt;br /&gt;They follow similar diet habits as humans but they have the same body structure and power of a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;They are descendents of the vampires who became good many thousands of years ago. They are the savior of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;Even though they do not drink the blood of others to sustain their youth, they still possess long life. It was part of the gift that had passed on to them from their ancestors who were antediluvians.&lt;br /&gt;Slayers live in our society just like the vampires and watch over the humans.&lt;br /&gt;Only the leaders of the world and the government of the countries knew about the existence of these two races and the ancient blood feud between them. Like a feline and a rodent, vampires and slayers are two species that are mortal enemies who spend their life killing the other race.&lt;br /&gt;The government does what they can to assist the slayers in their vampire hunting trips but even after so many thousand years, this war continues and it grows on, more and more intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;That's moi's latest work.&lt;br /&gt;Still working on it though.&lt;br /&gt;The page count is a pathetic fifty.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;You can't ask for too much, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. I'm hungry. See ya!!&lt;br /&gt;Love ya loads!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974551714511050855-2576286270285915329?l=ethelrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/2576286270285915329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974551714511050855&amp;postID=2576286270285915329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/2576286270285915329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/2576286270285915329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/2008/04/ohohoho-intelligent-rhen-took-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</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-7974551714511050855.post-8287150753044383332</id><published>2008-03-29T17:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:31:38.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Poem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Smarter Rhen's EMO moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know what it is that I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;We all know what it is that I have done.&lt;br /&gt;We all know the reason behind this cruel fate.&lt;br /&gt;But do we know how to break away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears of Ice and Snow.&lt;br /&gt;The sighs of night and shadow.&lt;br /&gt;The gloom of fate that will awaken&lt;br /&gt;to take the toll that has been forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that we all seek?&lt;br /&gt;What is it that we all love?&lt;br /&gt;Why are the shadows next to the light?&lt;br /&gt;And why does the Sun rise after the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a storm there is no rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;Without darkness there is no light.&lt;br /&gt;Without tears of sadness there is no cheer.&lt;br /&gt;Without pain then nothing will we hold dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All eons of time has been spent through waiting.&lt;br /&gt;And we wait, without knowing why we wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the time that courses through life and death continues.&lt;br /&gt;It will not wait for one who is destitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is always behind.&lt;br /&gt;And the world is always ahead.&lt;br /&gt;There are always many paths that we can thread.&lt;br /&gt;The bitter-sweet taste.&lt;br /&gt;Or the sourness that we distain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is forever where our heart is laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;NOTE: This is copyrighted. It's written by ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;br /&gt;New blog.&lt;br /&gt;New Skin.&lt;br /&gt;New post.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just landed myself in living hell!&lt;br /&gt;I thought of linking Alice and the new E. BT blog.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;since I'm not longer related,&lt;br /&gt;why??&lt;br /&gt;So if you want those blogs, find me yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I won't post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really lucky that we went to a park this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Honk, you know why.&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely dont fancy another scar on my head.&lt;br /&gt;Two is way more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;Chinatown, family, seminar, homework.&lt;br /&gt;I already finished my maths and Bio file.&lt;br /&gt;But the biology homework was even worse than Greek&lt;br /&gt;I think I might still be able to figure a greek phrase rather than do a question.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;It's too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing MoonRise later.&lt;br /&gt;The first book in the Ethelrealm fantasy series.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why my blog address is this.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this blogskin?&lt;br /&gt;I looked through four thousand skins. I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;Before I decided on this.&lt;br /&gt;I love this song!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974551714511050855-8287150753044383332?l=ethelrealm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/feeds/8287150753044383332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7974551714511050855&amp;postID=8287150753044383332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/8287150753044383332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974551714511050855/posts/default/8287150753044383332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ethelrealm.blogspot.com/2008/03/poem-smarter-rhens-emo-moment-we-all.html' title=''/><author><name>chenying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02559558531029166074</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></feed>
