<?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-20084454</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:12:29.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings, of the Fruity Variety</title><subtitle type='html'>Home of the rambling fruities. Or is that the fruity ramblings? Will you ever know? I doubt it, but nothing's impossible. Will I ever know? Yes, but I wouldn't tell you. You must find your own answers, but first, ask your own questions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20084454.post-116406316201260953</id><published>2006-11-21T09:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T09:52:42.026+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo.</title><content type='html'>Hello. This is Helene. I think I will write a poem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck within my own Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is I&lt;br /&gt;You can't change me&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;who I am&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;There is no &lt;br /&gt;hope&lt;br /&gt;but despair fills&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Isn't it wonderful? I'm so good at this ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello yes hmmm &lt;-- That was Helene's alter-ego, fuzzybow. Like a rainbow, but fuzzy. &amp;hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel beautiful today. Don't you? I wish I was a unicorn. Then I could wear jewels on my horn! How cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Wensi and Fiona. I think Helene ate some magic mushrooms. How shameful. But, I think that we should preserve that brilliant poem that she wrote, don't you? It's a work of GENIUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-116406316201260953?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/116406316201260953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=116406316201260953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/116406316201260953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/116406316201260953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/11/yo.html' title='Yo.'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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-20084454.post-115933143816675580</id><published>2006-09-27T14:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:30:38.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say? Back to beginning.</title><content type='html'>So, it's the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not posted at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither has Linh &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my holidays have been part depressing and part exciting. Depressing was week 2! SO DEPRESSING. Did sewing in week 1, making costumes &gt;_&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Manifest. An anime convention. Convention is such a silly word, don't you think? I WENT TO AN ANIME CONVENTION. Let's say Festival instead. We went to the Melbourne Anime Festival. Hey, it fits...ummm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my ticket signed by the designer of Peppa-chan. So cute! In silver with a little picture and signature, and "Thanks for coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW GUY!HARUHI. So painful. &gt;_&gt; I was like...oh, look, haruhi OH MY GOD IS THAT A GUY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Rozen Maiden's! Well, 4. That's a lot. They looked pretty, nice costumes, must be hard to make...and so so so many Bleach/Naruto. &gt;_&gt; Who's surprised, though. Um. I made a shinagami thing for Clare, it's cool and black. And small. And long. &gt;_&gt; At least it fits her, unlike Joanne and her massive costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't watch anything. Actually, we didn't do that much besides walk around and be excited. I entered Anime Idol, and sang Sakura Kiss. Very badly. Amazingly, I got into the finals. MUST BE MY LOOKS. &gt;_&gt; Like Sayu...um. I also got Pocky, apparently that song is very popular. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COXCOMB. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before finals I was totally panicking, because I didn't know the song. But, learnt...most of it...made up a little, but no one noticed, unlike Secret World dude who just...didn't sing during the parts he didn't know. WHICH WAS MOST OF IT. Also, I danced. GANGSTER STYLE. It was very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I actually came 3rd. Thanks to my amazing gangster-ness! YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prizes - Medal (I can't believe they made medals! Must be expensive...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Cds (J-Friends - Executive Producer Michael Jackson - People of the World, L'Arc-en-Ciel - Love Flies, Music Only Music But Music and Ayumi Hamasaki - Seasons.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CERTIFICATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd prize winner got H!P photobook from 2001. &gt;_&gt; CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I drove an electric car! Those cute mini ones, like golf buggies. I drove around the oval and the basketball courts. IT WAS SO EXCITING. I went really fast, because the pedal was really easy to press, so...yes. SO EXCITING. I love driving! I want a motorcycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-115933143816675580?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115933143816675580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=115933143816675580&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115933143816675580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115933143816675580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-can-i-say-back-to-beginning.html' title='What can I say? Back to beginning.'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20084454.post-115702124290476382</id><published>2006-08-31T20:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:47:22.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>BE THAT WAY THEN</title><content type='html'>Today, I will finally reveal what everyone wants to know - why I have such issues. Yes, it's what you all want to know, I KNOW THE TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like juice boxes. Lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, I've never had any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THE TRAUMA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been forced to turn to crime. To begging. NO DIGNITY. ONLY SHAMEFULNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, kind and beautiful juice box, why do you pain me so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-115702124290476382?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115702124290476382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=115702124290476382&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115702124290476382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115702124290476382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/be-that-way-then.html' title='BE THAT WAY THEN'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20084454.post-115676220253667711</id><published>2006-08-28T20:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:52:20.933+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishy washy = Doomed.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Um, the other thing was annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I am blogging. I don't really know why. Also, I have nothing to blog about. Whilst some people talk about great hatred towards their relatives, and other interesting things, I have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I will talk about tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. We started Vic Juniors. The moment I walked out onto the court, at Heatherdale, to play against Eastern Region, I was filled with dread. Why? Well, if you saw them playing, you would understand. WE WERE IN 16B. IS VICTORIA SO RUBBISH THAT 16B IS THAT PATHETIC??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won 48 - 14, with one emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week, I was a little more happy, as they were much better. How ever, it appears that the first week, we were having a really bad week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won 48 - 8. STILL WITH ONE EMERGENCY. OUR BEST PLAYER WASN'T EVEN THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. IT GETS WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They beat the team they played the other week easily. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? That means, so far, EVERY SINGLE TEAM BUT ONE WHICH I DON'T KNOW ABOUT IS NOT THAT GOOD. WHICH MEANS WE'RE WASTING A WHOLE SEASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, how depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pennant was a waste of time too. But, it was LESS WASTE OF TIME-Y THEN THIS. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH. We have Tier 2 finals next week. o_O Hopefully we can go up to like, Grade 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, President's Cup is starting too, which is really exciting, because I'm pretty sure the matches will be good. So, happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCAV in 2 weeks!~ Kind of nervous. But, I hope I can play good for once. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........After reading this blog, I must wonder about my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-115676220253667711?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115676220253667711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=115676220253667711&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115676220253667711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115676220253667711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/wishy-washy-doomed.html' title='Wishy washy = Doomed.'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20084454.post-115676159113220785</id><published>2006-08-28T20:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:53:20.956+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/20084454-115676159113220785?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115676159113220785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=115676159113220785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115676159113220785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115676159113220785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/08/well.html' title='Well.'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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-20084454.post-115189152475279253</id><published>2006-07-03T11:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:52:04.753+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Final step: TOTAL NERD-NESS</title><content type='html'>Ahem. So, I've been to an anime convention. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. Well, parts of it were quite boring, but it was terribly exciting, and being there with friends made it fun. It was very small, and really quite dodgy, but, a good experience in BRAVERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cosplayed (quite badly, but, nevermind) as HARUHI. AND PEOPLE WENT, "Are you Sailor Moon?" "Are you Random Magical Girl?". I was shocked. I was filled with an urge to kick! But, I decided against it. HOW DISAPPOINTING. Few people knew Haruhi. But, there was a stand that was selling armbands and Haruhi t-shirts, and they did, so I felt better. I CAN'T BELIEVE PEOPLE DON'T KNOW HARUHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even entered the cosplay competition. Misguidedly. I said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu. Suzumiya Haruhi. I have no interest in normal human beings. If there are any aliens, espers, sliders or timetravelers in the audience, COME JOIN ME. ... *glare* That is all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised at my bravery, actually. I was scared. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also entered the Karaoke competition! It was scary as well. I sang Bouken Desho Desho very ...creatively, because I forgot some of the lyrics and made them up. Also, I didn't sing for a line, because I did not think fast enough, SHAME ON ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came second though, and won a very ...interesting prize. 2 DVD's of ...New Getter Robo. Yes, New Getter Robo. o_O I think I'll try and sell it. Or trade it. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Manifest now! If we can get lots of people to go, it's discounted. And it'll be lots of fun. WHO'S UP FOR IT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...^_^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-115189152475279253?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115189152475279253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=115189152475279253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115189152475279253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115189152475279253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/07/final-step-total-nerd-ness_03.html' title='Final step: TOTAL NERD-NESS'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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-20084454.post-115189151730069368</id><published>2006-07-03T11:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T11:51:57.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Final step: TOTAL NERD-NESS</title><content type='html'>Ahem. So, I've been to an anime convention. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. Well, parts of it were quite boring, but it was terribly exciting, and being there with friends made it fun. It was very small, and really quite dodgy, but, a good experience in BRAVERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cosplayed (quite badly, but, nevermind) as HARUHI. AND PEOPLE WENT, "Are you Sailor Moon?" "Are you Random Magical Girl?". I was shocked. I was filled with an urge to kick! But, I decided against it. HOW DISAPPOINTING. Few people knew Haruhi. But, there was a stand that was selling armbands and Haruhi t-shirts, and they did, so I felt better. I CAN'T BELIEVE PEOPLE DON'T KNOW HARUHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even entered the cosplay competition. Misguidedly. I said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu. Suzumiya Haruhi. I have no interest in normal human beings. If there are any aliens, espers, sliders or timetravelers in the audience, COME JOIN ME. ... *glare* That is all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised at my bravery, actually. I was scared. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also entered the Karaoke competition! It was scary as well. I sang Bouken Desho Desho very ...creatively, because I forgot some of the lyrics and made them up. Also, I didn't sing for a line, because I did not think fast enough, SHAME ON ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came second though, and won a very ...interesting prize. 2 DVD's of ...New Getter Robo. Yes, New Getter Robo. o_O I think I'll try and sell it. Or trade it. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Manifest now! If we can get lots of people to go, it's discounted. And it'll be lots of fun. WHO'S UP FOR IT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...^_^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-115189151730069368?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115189151730069368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=115189151730069368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115189151730069368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115189151730069368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/07/final-step-total-nerd-ness.html' title='Final step: TOTAL NERD-NESS'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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-20084454.post-115068989365701021</id><published>2006-06-19T13:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:04:53.673+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny, but cold. Fake sunlit days, dead leaves litter the ground - compost?</title><content type='html'>I am bloggering as not to be hypocritical. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Though, I don't really have anything to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-115068989365701021?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115068989365701021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=115068989365701021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115068989365701021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115068989365701021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/06/sunny-but-cold-fake-sunlit-days-dead.html' title='Sunny, but cold. Fake sunlit days, dead leaves litter the ground - compost?'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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-20084454.post-115037348948691255</id><published>2006-06-15T22:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:11:30.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HUT TWO THREE FOUR</title><content type='html'>Ahem. I am so dodgy. I meant to post, but I got distracted by something. Unfortunately, I cannot remember what it is. Yes, that is how dodgy I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BLOG ABOUT TENNIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played that strange Bendigo Regional Assosciation Squad Competition, whatever, it was very exciting. Because we won. Um. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd talk more, but I think I've got nothing left to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEE, go Germany. Win that cup. Beat Brazil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start a club! But, I don't know what my club would do. Probably nothing. So, that wouldn't really work. It would probably sit around and be dodgy, then people would leave. WOE. Um, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of term! And then, Glen Iris for week one, and free time for week two! Unfortunately, we still have Pennant. So no free weekends. OH WELL. Holidays are exciting. Exciting, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have PLC Webmail, it's silly. It's kind of fun, though. I don't know why. It's just like normal email. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog so stupidly. I should find an amazing topic and blog insightfully about it. Some one! Give me an insightful topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's write stories. Topics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words flow free from your heart, into the wind they go. Goodbye, you cry, as you watch them blow away. Goodbye. For you'll never see them again. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-115037348948691255?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/115037348948691255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=115037348948691255&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115037348948691255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/115037348948691255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/06/hut-two-three-four.html' title='HUT TWO THREE FOUR'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20084454.post-114825076620308082</id><published>2006-05-22T08:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:30:16.773+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty mountains, insurmountable yet stunning.</title><content type='html'>Well. Um. Hi. See, I said I'd be back, didn't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lakshmi was Xanga-ing but dodgily, so I decided to blogger. Except, I have realized, slightly too late, that I have little to blog about. I'd blog about anime, but it's too sad to think about that. My life is quite depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. I think I should stop watching anime for a while. I've become slightly obsessed. But, I like these new ones, and I guess it's good that they come out like, one every two weeks, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shamefully blogging in Science. I feel quite guilty. *shame* Our dance is so stupid! I mean, in a good way. It could be worse, of course. It's...interesting. *ahem* I wonder if we'll actually do the snow dance. o_O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stupid. I think I'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-114825076620308082?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114825076620308082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=114825076620308082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/114825076620308082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/114825076620308082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/05/misty-mountains-insurmountable-yet.html' title='Misty mountains, insurmountable yet stunning.'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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-20084454.post-114612753424047788</id><published>2006-04-27T18:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:45:34.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly swan sees strange sights...</title><content type='html'>Um. Yes, Bitterbynde Trilogy fried my brain. Honestly, it's so annoying. It's sad how books you used to love seem to...bad, when you read them again. Like...um, The Ancient Future. I liked them. But they seem so dodgy next to Legendsong. Then again, even Obernewtyn isn't as good anymore, and it's by the same author. I suppose I must've changed, woe. I like I Capture the Castle, though. I cried in it. &gt;_&gt; I cry so easily in movies/books now. It's strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagpipe camp tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wow, that sounds so...silly. But, anyway. I'm excited. I don't know, I really like bagpipes now. I'm quite undedicated, but I play them really often. Ahem, I play my chanter really often. &gt;_&gt; It's fun, I don't know why. Maybe because it's so easy to just pick up my chanter and start playing. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoof demanded her Chobits back, so I guess I'm going to have to speed-watch through it all. I've only got about 21 episodes to go! And a week to watch them. HMMMMMMM. Will this work? I doubt it, but it might. *sigh* It'd be easier if I didn't have camp this week, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to anime now. I like Rozen Maiden much more then I did before. ^_^ Shinku is funny, in a...strange way. But, yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing Cross Country tomorrow. How tragical. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Goodbye. Don't miss me, I'll be back one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-114612753424047788?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114612753424047788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=114612753424047788&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/114612753424047788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/114612753424047788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/silly-swan-sees-strange-sights.html' title='Silly swan sees strange sights...'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20084454.post-114518479799376968</id><published>2006-04-16T20:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:53:18.006+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter weekend is nearly over, and so far, all I've done is play tennis, while choking to death with an infected throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-114518479799376968?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114518479799376968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=114518479799376968&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/114518479799376968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/114518479799376968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20084454.post-114250272562062583</id><published>2006-03-16T20:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:56:43.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'>...and you open your eyes, and suddenly, it's all coming at you, dreams, hopes, memories, and you finally remember...</title><content type='html'>...that you forgot to blog. ^_^ Oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so, what major things happened in the last few weeks? CAMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was quite fun, actually. Um...first day was a bit depressing, we passed the gate into the Part twice, because of our silly navigators. "Hey, Amanda, do you want to look at the map now?" "No." Wonderful. It was very tiring, and also, we had to walk through thorns to get to our stupid campsite with all these collapsed trees. DAMMIT I HAVE TO DO MY CAMP JOURNAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...um. Sorry. So, it was a bit depressing, not a great start. Tuesday...we went uphill! It was so fun! I was in the back, because I am so very special, and they made me, and I   was happy, because it was fun. I jumped up and down a bit, and generally was very excitable. &gt;_&gt; I SANG THE SONG. THE LA SONG. ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday...um, downhill. Big contrast, very boring, very slow, just...not good. In fact, I can't really remember much. I do remember us getting to the food drop and Sam (stupid leader) was like, oh, let's go back to get it later! 1.5 km later, we still haven't reached the campsite, and he's like, oh...maybe I'll just go by myself. It was kind of funny, actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Right, I'm going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Beeson: Anyone up for a walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: -run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Beeson: ...and run back up to the food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Beeson: Anyone...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group: Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Beeson: I guess you're going alone then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group: Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: SIGH. I'll go. &gt;_&gt; *glares at Amy significantly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: Oh! I'll go too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up to the food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: OK, let's run now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 seconds later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Dammit, I can't be bothered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was so fun! Rafting was irritating, do you know that I was a leader in the building? Yes, apparently my ability to walk and down hills and still have energy to encourage (yet, not as amazingly as Amy, honestly, that was just weird. When everyone was depressed, she was like, "Come on guys! &gt;_&gt;") people means that I have supposed leadership skills, which is pretty funny. &gt;_&gt; SLEDDING WAS REALLY FUN. I didn't even get stuck in rocks much, and it used your arm muscles, for once, and gave your legs and back a bit of a rest. ^_^ Amy tried to push Sam into the water, but fell in. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...was....a bit sad. Went back to base, put away our stuff. It was Viv's birthday. ^_^ We drenched Sam in water as a goodbye/thank you (isn't our group wonderful?) And...drove back, which was fun, I was next to Helene (if you can believe it. &gt;_&gt; Personally, I still have trouble) and Katherine talked to Mandy, while she knodded, and Ying was very scary. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastern Region tournament now. ^_^ Doing alright, I guess, played a person who couldn't play first match, lost to a pretty good player (2nd seed) second match, though, probably could've one, won against a reasonable player 3rd, um...played a slightly dodgy, but pretty good person 4th and TODAY PLAYED SOOOOO DODGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played this girl, who was very...not that good, I'll just say. But I was being really pathetic, and it was sad. I lost the first set, and was like, 2-0 down before it started POURING. Dad cracked it, as he is wont to do, said he had to leave to do something, came back 5 mins later and was all, Oh, you can do it, it's a sign. And...'cause it was Classic Clay, it was alright in about 40 mins, so we went back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, I'm 5 - 2 40-15 down, and I saw Jacqui play next to me, and thought to myself, OMG I'M SO BAD!, and resolved to play better. ...won that set 7-5 ^_^ Saved 5 match points. &gt;_&gt; And...won Super Tiebreak (I HATE THEM) 10/7, so playing Monique tomorrow at Wantirna. I hope I don't play like today, otherwise I will be thrashed. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I bet no one will read the last 3 paragraphs. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: Why do I always press Save as Draft instead of Publish Post?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-114250272562062583?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114250272562062583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=114250272562062583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/114250272562062583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/114250272562062583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-you-open-your-eyes-and-suddenly.html' title='...and you open your eyes, and suddenly, it&apos;s all coming at you, dreams, hopes, memories, and you finally remember...'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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-20084454.post-114084093617531947</id><published>2006-02-25T12:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:15:46.980+11:00</updated><title type='text'>...and a tear rolls out, and suddenly it's a storm, and you're drowing in the floodwaters...</title><content type='html'>I should totally be a songwriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...unfortunately, should Ms Linker see this, I can probably expect an underline and a big red CLICHE on it. ^_^ It's quite sad she didn't see the back of it, but, probably, with my luck, she shall mark me down for the terrible-ness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad. That reminds me, I wrote, it was very saddening. ^_^. She crossed it out, and wrote depressing. WHY CAN I NOT BE SADDENED? It is unfair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy. I like creative writing, actually. I think it should make a good impression. Unlike last year, with Ms Hall, where the first thing was comprehension. How. Fun. Isn't. It?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh, feel really dizzy from rocking in the swing chair lying down and reading. And maybe a little from the banana snakes. ^_^ Couldn't resist. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! I forgot. We won the trophy today. ^_^ So now we have the matching Summer season shield to go with the Winter season one. Only, we can't defend it, because of me. Well, and Jasmina. And Rebecca. And Cassie. But mainly me, since I was the last one. I feel kind of like a traitor, actually. But, shall put these saddening (depressing. DEPRESSING) thoughts behind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang Qing came back today! It made me happy. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....this post is stupid. Sorry world! SORRY FOR BESMIRCHING YOU WITH MY PATHETIC BLOGPOST! GOMEN! GOMENE-SAI!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-114084093617531947?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114084093617531947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=114084093617531947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/114084093617531947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/114084093617531947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-tear-rolls-out-and-suddenly-its.html' title='...and a tear rolls out, and suddenly it&apos;s a storm, and you&apos;re drowing in the floodwaters...'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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-20084454.post-114059214880871969</id><published>2006-02-22T18:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T21:16:33.323+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Count the minutes...</title><content type='html'>Right-o, so, I want to continue Viv's story! ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I totally don't want to. I'll do Ying's scenario - dumping bf/gf. AHEM. I'll use Viv's characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen...Hazel, we have to talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Aren't we talking now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't joke. This is serious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um...well...listen...you know I love you, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and you know that I care so much about you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Just say it. Spit it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you marry me, Hazel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh? Is that all?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen. About before..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've already forgotten. It's obvious you don't want to marry me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Yeah. Me too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I lied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't forgotten."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you know I ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" - it's not funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is serious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe...maybe this is our crossroad. Which way are we going, Hazel? Where do you want to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SAY SOMETHING, DAMMIT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry. It's just...well...I don't know. Do you want to marry me? Or...do you...y'know...not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I...do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, thank God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...I can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...yes. I can't. I'm sorry. I have to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye. I don't love you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, don't ask. Blame - Bend it like Beckham (we're doing film study. &gt;_&gt;) and Closer. WHICH I DIDN"T EVEN WATCH. depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-114059214880871969?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/114059214880871969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=114059214880871969&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/114059214880871969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/114059214880871969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/02/count-minutes.html' title='Count the minutes...'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20084454.post-113999091232303325</id><published>2006-02-15T18:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:08:32.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I blink, and blink, and blink, maybe this time it will fade away...</title><content type='html'>*blinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm inspired by the word, Blink. You see. Since NOBODY CAN COME UP WITH A BETTER WORD. *glares accusingly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I feel quite...confused. I think I should stop procrastinating. Really, there's something wrong with me. I always do it. I know it's bad for me, I know I shouldn't, I'm telling myself not to even as I'm doing it. *sigh* It's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! I think that I will continue the trend of writing Valentine stories. o_O Like Viv. ^_^ And, I will write it all in dialogue, because I am fabulous. Also lazy. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GahGah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you mean what you said before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Luah.LUAH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What! What!???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*sigh* What? What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..too embarassing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Luah. What's the worst that could happen? ...why are you making that face? What are you doing????"&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to quit. IT"S SO BAD. HOW DEPRESSING. I'm going to make a new story, with different characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but, since I'm lazy, I'm going to "borrow" them from somewhere else...hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... What are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I LOVE YOU OK??? IS THAT SO WRONG?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...o_O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should give this up...WOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling very discouraged by this. I think I will go and do something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-113999091232303325?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113999091232303325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=113999091232303325&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113999091232303325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113999091232303325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-blink-and-blink-and-blink-maybe-this.html' title='I blink, and blink, and blink, maybe this time it will fade away...'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20084454.post-113946759185853637</id><published>2006-02-09T17:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:19:30.786+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The rain falls, and you turn your face away from all the pain...</title><content type='html'>Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a dramatic title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have ruined the effect, by writing a stupid post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A SURPRISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. I've decided to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I post about? School, I guess. So...I don't know. I guess it's different from last year, but it's pretty much the same, kind of. A bit more homework, because, amazingly, we have non-slack teachers, but...yeah, nothing else is different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like...everything is the same as always. During the Investiture assembly, I was thinking...it'll be us up there before we know it, it seems like just yesterday we were starting, and the last years have been a blur. And I think back to primary school, and I can barely remember yesterday, only today, and only tomorrow. Is it good to live like this? I can imagine being old and grown, and thinking back to these, thinking back to what might be the best years of my life, and I wonder, what will it be like? Will I remember sitting here during these assemblies? Will I remember all these times? I most probably won't, and it's sad, so sad, that everything will change, people will leave, and we'll be alone. Forever. With nothing but bittersweet memories following us into our deaths. So, what am I doing? What am I here for? Do I have a divine purpose? Sometimes, I think that maybe I don't deserve to have all that I have, maybe I should try being a better person. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was reading the RE book, Friedrich, and I was so depressed, just thinking...these countless people, they were persecuted, murdered, in their countless  thousands, while we just...waste our lives. What are we really doing? Times like these make me want to become a social worker, or something, really do something. But I don't think that I ever will, I guess I"m just not...dedicated enough? Strong enough? Willing enough? Just...not enough? Maybe I'm not. Probably I'm not. but...no matter how good you are at something, there's always someone better. and that shouldn't matter. We should be proud of what we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...sometimes it feels like my life is just meaningless. I know it's not that. "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away.", right? And if that's true, then I know my life has been filled with moments like that. (Though, most of this breathlessness comes from hysterical laughter...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...depressing. ^_^. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You have just witnessed one of my infamous mood swings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was depressing, la? I don't know la. I wonder why this came about la. I KNOW LA. IT WAS BECAUSE OF READING DEPRESSING POSTS LA. I wonder if I'll be like Helene-la, and start writing depressing poems la? Perhaps I'll start one now la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O That was fun la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem la. Maybe later, la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, la. I must go now la. Goodbye la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Wensi-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lakshmi-la is silly. La?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-113946759185853637?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113946759185853637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=113946759185853637&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113946759185853637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113946759185853637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/02/rain-falls-and-you-turn-your-face-away.html' title='The rain falls, and you turn your face away from all the pain...'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20084454.post-113711089040391589</id><published>2006-01-13T11:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:08:10.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMMIT.</title><content type='html'>..so it wasn't as long as I thought. So sue me. &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-113711089040391589?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113711089040391589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=113711089040391589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113711089040391589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113711089040391589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/01/dammit.html' title='DAMMIT.'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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-20084454.post-113711084061184273</id><published>2006-01-13T11:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:07:20.626+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am offended.</title><content type='html'>WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY BLOGS ARE MEANINGLESS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must find a topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poker. Last night, I was watching the Crown Celebrity Poker Challenge, or something. I felt riveted. Also, after some research, I've discovered what kind of poker is what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the kind I showed Ying, was Texas Hold 'em Up Poker. Which, apparently, is the most popular form of Casino poker. Probably because it's not particularly hard to win money. The other kind is Draw ...something poker, I've forgotten. That's the normal poker. It's strange, but according to the website, beginner poker players who aren't good/bad poker players have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no chance &lt;/span&gt;in this game. How cruel, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to learn how to play poker, and teach other people to play, and then play, lots. I don't know why I've suddenly decided this, especially since I'm not old enough to go to the casino, but I DO NOT CARE! Ha, take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yes. Also, my mum thinks that I make facial expressions like Ying now. Is this true? I hope not. I don't think so, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that she has become obsessed with Fruits Basket too. I KNEW IT! *feels proud* Another Convert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could get any other animes downloaded. Except, that BiTorrent thing is weird and never works. I suppose I could try, though. I wonder what would be good? I've heard of some, except, like, I have no idea what is good. What about....Chobits? I've heard interesting things about it....except, like, my knowledge is shamefully limited, and probably everyone who reads this blog is to. How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. HOW"S THAT FOR LONG WINDED?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-113711084061184273?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113711084061184273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=113711084061184273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113711084061184273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113711084061184273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-offended.html' title='I am offended.'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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-20084454.post-113703799879009745</id><published>2006-01-12T14:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:53:18.800+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy and Tuna-y!</title><content type='html'>So, I made onigiri again, except, this time, it was so much better~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because tuna is saltier then chicken/egg, so it tasted better. Also, I figured out a new technique that enables me to use more filling and less rice. Plus, tuna actually tastes good cold, so...yeah! Yummy. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I nearly went crazy trying to do that icon, and it looks sooooo dodgy. But, whatever. I've decided it doesn't matter, I've done all I can. *sigh* Oh, woe is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up at 12:30. &gt;_&gt; So late. Oh well~ I slept good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep pressing. ~ instead of !? It is annoying~ GAH!@ ...welll. Oh well, I've decided I DON"T CARE. SO TAKE THAT STUPID TILDE. MUAHAHAH!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Yes. Blogging is hard when you do nothing all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-113703799879009745?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113703799879009745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=113703799879009745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113703799879009745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113703799879009745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-and-tuna-y.html' title='Happy and Tuna-y!'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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-20084454.post-113697894214374403</id><published>2006-01-11T22:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:29:02.156+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BOM BOM</title><content type='html'>I made onigiri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, fine, it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yummy, though. Basically, it tasted like rice (cold rice, too) and egg and chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, what was I expecting? &gt;_&gt; I'm so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. THE APOSTROPHE PROBLEM HAS STOPPED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more tomorrow. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-113697894214374403?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113697894214374403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=113697894214374403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113697894214374403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113697894214374403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/01/bom-bom.html' title='BOM BOM'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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-20084454.post-113693575563194067</id><published>2006-01-11T10:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T10:29:15.633+11:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, now it's just getting annoying.</title><content type='html'>So, it appeared again. What could I do? Nothing! But type in it. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel ever so consistent. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean by big gaps? Do you mean like the gaps between the writing? That's just because I like to hit the enter bar several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nothing much has happened since last time I bloggered, so It's quite OMG WHY DO I KEEP HITTING CONTROL!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Sorry.It's just that the "Find" Box keeps popping up for no reason...WAIT A MINUTE! I'm so stupid! It's coming up everytime I press " ' ". From now on, I shall use double apostrophes, please do not comment on this, it is very irritating for me, *SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is pretty pointless, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT AT LEAST I BLOGGERED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. HA! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-113693575563194067?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113693575563194067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=113693575563194067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113693575563194067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113693575563194067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok-now-its-just-getting-annoying.html' title='OK, now it&apos;s just getting annoying.'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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-20084454.post-113688523536002383</id><published>2006-01-10T20:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:44:57.026+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm suddenly Hawaiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Fruits Basket has instilled upon me a new-found love/obsession of anime. To the point where I"m inspired to make...sushi. And onigri. Which I don't even know how to spell. How shall I make it? I knoweth not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...thanks to the wonder of the internet, and the good people of Wikipedia, I now know how to spell it. *special* I was right. *smug* Well, not really. *nothing* I like stars. *asterix* ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reason I'm blogging, is that the motivate me to blog, I've put all my blog bookmarks into one folder, and I've put "Post" into it as well, so I must post, or otherwise close an empty window, dooming it to a never-ending fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Onigri. ...turns out I was wrong (big surprise) and it's actually...onigiri. OMG. I knew that, I"m so stupid. *hits head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Also, I've learnt a new chant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-O-V-E&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YUKI!&lt;br /&gt;YUKI! YUKI!&lt;br /&gt;L-l-l-l-love! L-l-l-l-l-love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ever so creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-113688523536002383?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113688523536002383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=113688523536002383&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113688523536002383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113688523536002383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/01/aloha.html' title='Aloha.'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20084454.post-113670509037113198</id><published>2006-01-08T18:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T18:24:50.416+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahem. Yes, don't be too frightened.</title><content type='html'>So...like...yeah, I totally suck at blogging. So, I will attempt to beg for forgiveness with this post. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightio...sooooo....my holidays. Um. Did...practically nothing. Went to Warrnambool for a holiday, came back, played a tournament, REACHED A NEW LEVEL (ahem) and...today, I attended my mum's university reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt great dread when I entered. It was a park. It was full of old people. They all burst out into exclamation, when they saw me, "Wow, you're so much older/tall/bigger/grown-up then before!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I look practically exactly the same as I did last time I saw them, so I just smiled, and went "Hehe, ok then.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lady thought I was in University. It was quite odd. It's not the first time though, perhaps I am very old-looking? Oh dear. I am old! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even played bagpipes, I was so bored. And, apparently, I'm supposed to perform now, but that is annoying and inconveneniant, but I will tell you about it later, when it happens. IF it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was boring, except at least Enya was there, so I could tease her. But, when she left! I sat by myself, under a tree (so anti-social today, and sulky too. Strange, really.), until, deciding that I really was bored, went over to the playground where the other children were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...except, they weren't really children. Um. Who were they? Andy, Michael, and this strange little boy, who I do not know. I think his name was William. He was the smallest, like, 10, or something. And what were they doing? They were sitting there, doing ...nothing. Every two minutes, Michael would go, "I'm bored. Let's play tiggy." So we played many different variations. The first one was very irritating, he went, "I know. You can't touch the ground." La, but it was tragic. We ignored him, and continued to sit there, and do nothing. Life is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess it wasn't that bad. I suppose it could've been worse. Andy wasn't as bad as he normally was, and the little boy was very....quiet. Michael was still as annoying as ever. I've decided that I must be tolerant, and stop hitting people with hats. I only did it once, anyway. He reminds me of...a turtle. A really, really, irritating and sarcastic turtle. Who is also strangely tall. How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they cracked open a watermelon, and we ate it. Then, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you proud?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-113670509037113198?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113670509037113198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=113670509037113198&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113670509037113198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113670509037113198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2006/01/ahem-yes-dont-be-too-frightened.html' title='Ahem. Yes, don&apos;t be too frightened.'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20084454.post-113522330056822809</id><published>2005-12-22T14:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T14:48:20.576+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You always want what you can't have; you don't know what you've got till it's gone...</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reinvention, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that from now on, I'm going to blog at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Unless I"m on holidays, or something. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT"S BACK. BEWARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't know, should I just keep the same template I used to have, or finally get a new one? Eh, who cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20084454-113522330056822809?l=fruityramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/113522330056822809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20084454&amp;postID=113522330056822809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113522330056822809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20084454/posts/default/113522330056822809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruityramblings.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-always-want-what-you-cant-have-you.html' title='You always want what you can&apos;t have; you don&apos;t know what you&apos;ve got till it&apos;s gone...'/><author><name>Wensi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14098059066230121504</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
