<?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-8296182264619273516</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:33:30.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTITUDE.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-8099468405410124635</id><published>2009-01-20T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:03:02.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BEKAH AND POLITICS. READ AND JOIN IN&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i was on fb. (SURPRISE!) and i saw this link on the advertisements at the side column thing... &lt;a href="http://www.mydreampm.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its this project to basically voice out what malaysians want in a PM. it's pretty ambitious, it wanted a million people to send in their comments / whatever.&lt;br /&gt;when i clicked to enter, i nearly spazzed my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wanted a million malaysians........ 45 had entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORTY. FIVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fail seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if the PM gets bull opinions from 45 classically semenanjung-ian malays (no offense to anyone lah but you know what i mean =_=) and decides thats what all of malaysia wants, i blame YOU ALL for not entering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so gogogo get politically active for once in your life you lazy buggers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i copied this straight off from a note i posted on facebook haha because 1. im lazy to write twice. 2. im trying to save time ive been sitting in front of this laptop long enuf! 3. if i were to re-type this i'd end up ranting about crappy inactive malaysian attitude. i had to delete like 3 paragraphs just now and restrain myself to the max =_= maybe some other time lah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-8099468405410124635?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/8099468405410124635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=8099468405410124635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/8099468405410124635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/8099468405410124635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2009/01/bekah-and-politics.html' title=''/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-1531574916051918219</id><published>2009-01-14T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:41:55.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have nothing else to blog about (no i will not do another stupid song thing =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the Pledge of Allegiance and The Lord's Prayer are not allowed in most public schools anymore because the word 'God' is mentioned....&lt;br /&gt;A student in Arizona wrote the attached...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he/she obviously had alot of time on his/her hands. i can relate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now I sit me down in school&lt;br /&gt;Where praying is against the rule&lt;br /&gt;For this great nation under God&lt;br /&gt;Finds mention of Him very odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Scripture now the class recites,&lt;br /&gt;It violates the Bill of Rights.&lt;br /&gt;And anytime my head I bow&lt;br /&gt;Becomes a Federal matter now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hair can be purple, orange or green,&lt;br /&gt;That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.&lt;br /&gt;The law is specific, the law is precise.&lt;br /&gt;Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For praying in a public hall&lt;br /&gt;Might offend someone with no faith at all.&lt;br /&gt;In silence alone we must meditate,&lt;br /&gt;God's name is prohibited by the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,&lt;br /&gt;And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;To quote the Good Book makes me liable.&lt;br /&gt;We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,&lt;br /&gt;And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.&lt;br /&gt;It's 'inappropriate' to teach right from wrong,&lt;br /&gt;We're taught that such 'judgments' do not belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can get our condoms and birth controls,&lt;br /&gt;Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.&lt;br /&gt;But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,&lt;br /&gt;No word of God must reach this crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary here I must confess,&lt;br /&gt;When chaos reigns the school's a mess.&lt;br /&gt;So, Lord, this silent plea I make:&lt;br /&gt;Should I be shot; My soul please take!&lt;br /&gt;Amen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i have not gone on a Christianity spree.&lt;br /&gt;america is bloody crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-1531574916051918219?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/1531574916051918219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=1531574916051918219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/1531574916051918219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/1531574916051918219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-nothing-else-to-blog-about-no-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-1702657482407444441</id><published>2009-01-08T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:00:45.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i will prolly not remember to update this thing for ages so i will spam update&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry the past two posts damn crap i thought they would come out funny like the last ones i did on my old blogs but.. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;apa nak buat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i mentioned in previous post, i've been uninspired lately. i always am around this time of the year =_=&lt;br /&gt;BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;so i will blog about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SWYRRKDbTCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/lmXTB9vCuuM/s1600-h/combo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SWYRRKDbTCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/lmXTB9vCuuM/s320/combo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SWYTKcPZh4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/RqLql4pc-qI/s1600-h/xmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SWYTKcPZh4I/AAAAAAAAAdk/RqLql4pc-qI/s320/xmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SWYUJMmUkrI/AAAAAAAAAds/Du24YuCJkSU/s1600-h/nyo9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SWYUJMmUkrI/AAAAAAAAAds/Du24YuCJkSU/s320/nyo9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday &amp;amp; Form Five.&lt;br /&gt;(no pictures yet, but soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really have much to say i might update this post later on so if you are like karen and like to read my archives this might get altered and TADAH surprise.&lt;br /&gt;xxo (the almost-not-quite GG signoff =_=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-1702657482407444441?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/1702657482407444441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=1702657482407444441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/1702657482407444441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/1702657482407444441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-prolly-not-remember-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SWYRRKDbTCI/AAAAAAAAAdc/lmXTB9vCuuM/s72-c/combo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-6654269576107113443</id><published>2009-01-08T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:32:45.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;fulfilling what i got tagged to do because i have no inspiration atm and my blog needs updates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i noticed everyone's blogs got attacked by those "answer questions by shuffling your itunes" questionnaires and i got tagged for them.&lt;br /&gt;I also realized i didn't actually read anyone's posts (just sort of skimmed and read the interesting answers. you can tell they're interesting when people comment about them)&lt;br /&gt;I have concluded those posts are boring to read but fun to do and no one really cares about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I have been tagged, I will none the less post up something like that. Except about something people who read my blog will probably actually read. Make of it what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for the boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ecstacy - ATB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this one wasn't really counted as shuffling it's just what i'm listening to atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Emma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;La Valse D'amelie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf. this is some french piano song that is quite depressing.&lt;br /&gt;FOR YOU, EMMA. (is actually quite nice tho, go check it out. It's the Yann Tiersen piano version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Azz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kiss The Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes the one from little mermaid XD&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH AZZ. go get some dy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Karen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heat Of The Moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;"do you remember when we used to dance? an incidence arose from circumstance. one thing lead to another, we were young...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Dani...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh Timbaland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these songs quite boring ler.&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Rach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Fucking Bye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spoke too soon, my songs just picked up HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Kiyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gabriel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my itunes knows that kiyo=emo, therefore this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Mish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get Me Off&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"give your body to me, let your body be free, free your body, your body with me"&lt;br /&gt;"i wanna undress you, i wanna caress you, don't wanna be coy, it's time to get me off" &lt;br /&gt;=_= mmm my playlist very friendly with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Hui Mian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Morgan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAMAGED?!?!?!?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Wendy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thomas O'Malley, The Alley Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes another disney hit XD&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Wawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insane In The Membrane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicely done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Sharon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fences&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno la my itunes also having uninspired day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Zat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Victim of a Foolish Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Sam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FEVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another nice one :P&lt;br /&gt;"never know how much i love you, never know how much i care, when you put your arms around me, i get a fever that's so hard to bear, you give me FEEEEVER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos everyone loves reading about themselves ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(actually this also quite boring because i recently emptied my comp of songs and now its quite empty so yeah not as nice as before.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-6654269576107113443?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/6654269576107113443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=6654269576107113443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/6654269576107113443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/6654269576107113443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2009/01/fulfilling-what-i-got-tagged-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-246597558301719147</id><published>2009-01-08T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:10:05.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 songs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;that silly 21 song thing everyone is doing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipod on shuffle, make your song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've had a little bit too much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Want to but I can't help it,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm waiting for the night to come, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If it’s good to complicate then both of us are doing fine,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Calling all the stars to fall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me where our time went,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm holding on your rope,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm coming down to see you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I didn't hear what you were saying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So make it real,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We take sour sips from life's lush lips,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was me on that road,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;See that boy just standing over there?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish my life was this song,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many special people change,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're on, i swear you're on,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hai kawan kawan &lt;/i&gt;(??????? wrong language some more =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO CONFUSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-246597558301719147?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/246597558301719147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=246597558301719147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/246597558301719147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/246597558301719147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2009/01/21-songs.html' title='21 songs.'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-5338135736931995157</id><published>2008-12-20T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:57:49.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year's resolutions.</title><content type='html'>NYR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Rebekah Dawn, promise that with the coming of 2009, i will do the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keep phone usage to bare minimum. no more berborak-borak on my line, i will only text when &lt;b&gt;absolutely necessary&lt;/b&gt;, for example if i need to meet up with someone. This is for the sake of my brain cells and my bill. I will only talk for long periods of time when people call me (and i will use handsfree =_=). And i will use a cellphone with a WORKING CHARGER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will STUDY, make notes, listen in class, and DO MY HOMEWORK before anything else. I will get, at lowest, a C for my Chemistry. And I will get an A for my Add Maths and English (because, believe it or not, govt school teachers deem my english Not-So-Hot wtf wtf). Minimum of B's for everything else NO LESS.&lt;br /&gt;Good girl, bekah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;save money&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Seriously. I will put at least 100 bux into my bank account every month. And i will stop buying useless things that i never use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will find a humane way to get rid of my hamsters because i am tired of stopping them from fighting and peeing on each other =_= ugh rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will win a medal at MSSM because it is my last shot at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. before new years, i will sit down and make a better list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-5338135736931995157?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/5338135736931995157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=5338135736931995157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/5338135736931995157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/5338135736931995157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='new year&apos;s resolutions.'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-7641277038007132998</id><published>2008-12-03T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:12:03.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I am no longer a fan of Twilight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the book, not the movie, not the sequels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENUF OF THIS BS VAMPIRE ROMANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Why I Didn't Like The Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bella Swan actress looks like a mutant&lt;br /&gt;2. Syiq says i have the same nose as the mutant T_T&lt;br /&gt;3. Watching the actors "act" is like watching marionettes with voiceovers. ACTING = FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bella and Edward should just go shag already. I CAN SEE IT IN THEIR LUST-CLOUDED EYES.&lt;br /&gt;5. Movie is only partially redeemable if you have read the book.&lt;br /&gt;6. Actors weren't hot enough to play god-send vampires&lt;br /&gt;7. Jasper has the worst hair i have ever seen, owning the lepak waterfront malays and ah bengs and everything.&lt;br /&gt;8. DIALOGUE WAS THE BIGGEST FAIL OF ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie's filming was awesome, i give it that. and the colors and locations are killer.&lt;br /&gt;action scenes remotely passable. &lt;br /&gt;i liked the fact that they played 15 Step during the credits but i think its a bit of tarnish on the holy name of Radiohead to have them included in that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Why I Don't Like The Book Anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. could stephenie meyer BE any more repetitive?&lt;br /&gt;2. predictable to the max.&lt;br /&gt;3. for someone so "in love", how well did Bella actually get to know Edward before "falling in love"?&lt;br /&gt;4. characters are very shallow&lt;br /&gt;5. yes we get the point he is very good looking move on and develop the story line a little bit more please.&lt;br /&gt;6. the other characters are just there to make bella and edward look better, like cardboard backdrops in a school play&lt;br /&gt;7. for someone who is so "unworthy of her vampire blalalala", bella has practically NO FLAWS. and, no, severe clumsiness is NOT a character flaw. It's a stupid Mary Sue story (go look it up at urban dictionary) and it sounds like one of the thousands of stories written on Fanfiction.net. I should know. My twelve-year-old self worshipped that place.&lt;br /&gt;8. completely unrealistic. and i don't mean the fact that it's fantasy, cos yes i realize it's fantasy =_= for example, just because you're new, doesn't mean the whole school will fall for you (especially seeing as how meyer describes bella as being painfully plain. doesn't make sense at all. and don't give me that whole "THEY FELL FOR HER PERSONALITY" because she barely says 5 words to all of them)&lt;br /&gt;9. Perfect people don't make for a perfect story. Perfect people are uninteresting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on about these two topics for AGES&amp;nbsp; but i don't want to become Obsessive Twilight Hater, which is just as bad as Obsessive Twilight Fangirl.&lt;br /&gt;It makes for an interesting read, and yeah, i have to admit when i first read the book, i was all OMG I WANT MY OWN EDWARD. but the second book was absolute fail and opened my eyes to the masses of shortcomings in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh if you thought the actor for Edward Cullen was hot, I have this gnawing feeling in my brain that i know someone who looks EXACTLY LIKE HIM. so you might want to tell me to put you on standby when i do remember so you can go stalk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-7641277038007132998?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/7641277038007132998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=7641277038007132998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/7641277038007132998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/7641277038007132998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-no-longer-fan-of-twilight-not-book.html' title=''/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-8116848622566787630</id><published>2008-12-03T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:49:36.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My two cents about EMO-ness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Before you start reading and start thinking, oh this girl is being so 'emo'. The hell. First of all, I do not get why 'emo'(useless word) people are the only one's allowed to get depressed and sad.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;hey i just wanted to say, the thing about 'emo'.. i totally agree. i mean 'emo' is just a manifestation of our generation's arrogance. quite simply put, suffering and misery is as old as the human mind, yet, these days when someone is sad, we say "oh yeah, they're just following a trend that started in the mid-90s."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And emo isn't supposed to describe our emotions per se (if it was, shame on me for actually having any human emotions) but it's supposed to be for a type of music, then moved on to a fashion statement. &lt;/blockquote&gt;omg kids &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;CHILL OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not just you guys but all those Emo Rights die-hards out there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANIFESTATION OF OUR GENERATION'S ARROGANCE ?&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't know what to say to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if it evolved from a music genre ?&lt;br /&gt;that was ages ago and to hell with what it was previously for, its what it's being used for &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt; that matters&lt;br /&gt;(albeit it is used incorrectly, but then again so are many other words if you really want to be picky about it. for example, fuck rumouredly* having started from Fornication Under Consent of the King. now did you really mean to tell someone to "fornicate under the consent of the king" himself? case in point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i myself use the word emo now to refer to someone being sad / miserable.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't have that much time on my hands to go read kiyoshi's poems and write "KIYOSHI SO SAD AND MISERABLE".&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just a word. its people like you who grow up and become PETA idiots. (go watch SP haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yes this is in fact a &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/language/acronyms/fuck.asp"&gt;rumour&lt;/a&gt;. whatever lol most people believe it and i needed something effective to prove my point. was the first thing i thought of, thank you emma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-8116848622566787630?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/8116848622566787630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=8116848622566787630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/8116848622566787630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/8116848622566787630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-two-cents-about-emo-ness-before-you.html' title=''/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-3788539820295985725</id><published>2008-12-02T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:40:17.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear &lt;i&gt;Azzuddin&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but, &lt;i&gt;you're a pervert&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I think I realized it &lt;i&gt;that night with George Bush and his wife&lt;/i&gt; and I saw you &lt;i&gt;sit on an avocado plant&lt;/i&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;i&gt;frostbitten&lt;/i&gt; enough to understand &lt;i&gt;that i get turned on by garbage men&lt;/i&gt;. I'm returning &lt;i&gt;the pictures from LA&lt;/i&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;i&gt;your mom&lt;/i&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;i&gt;always wanted to break eggplant-fetishsm. Good luck on your short-term leave from jail.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love, &lt;i&gt;Rebekah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S you are so lifeless, &lt;i&gt;nose plucker nobody.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(azz go check your email ok ? ;)  )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-3788539820295985725?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/3788539820295985725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=3788539820295985725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/3788539820295985725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/3788539820295985725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/12/letter-meme.html' title='letter meme'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-7937568613624221864</id><published>2008-11-27T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:45:07.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SS5dbOBC0MI/AAAAAAAAAdA/haL4nAQzonw/s1600-h/n763869475_233389_7154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SS5dbOBC0MI/AAAAAAAAAdA/haL4nAQzonw/s200/n763869475_233389_7154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt take it when your dad brought me to see you and he told me that you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;26 nov 08.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-7937568613624221864?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/7937568613624221864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SS5dbOBC0MI/AAAAAAAAAdA/haL4nAQzonw/s72-c/n763869475_233389_7154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-5005961047217607920</id><published>2008-11-25T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:38:00.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>91 boring questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;91 boring questions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went to azz's blog (im regretting it now thank euuu) and read one of those endless pointless question answer things he posted (ya i read everything mmk, appreciate sikit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav answers from him were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[42] Your first enemy: &lt;b&gt;rebekah "rejecter" ritchie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[45] Your most beautiful girl friend: &lt;b&gt;rebekah she'd hit me if i didn't say it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA love you zu.&lt;br /&gt;then i read the last bit on the page. you know the annoying tag a buddy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[91] &lt;b&gt;whoever whatever whenever meaning rebekah ritchie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma cb.&lt;br /&gt;zu should know by now how much i dont like doing these things and th questions are so pointless also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i present you... &lt;b&gt;91 Boring Questions... &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;GOD MODE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(basically meaning i answer this thing lazy mofo style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SELF&lt;br /&gt;[01] boring &lt;br /&gt;[02] boring &lt;br /&gt;[03] Married: to tom sawyer&lt;br /&gt;[04] boring &lt;br /&gt;[05] Gender: male =_= cb the first part questions always damn lame&lt;br /&gt;[06 - 10] boring &lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself: yes&lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercings: 15 soon to be more&lt;br /&gt;[13] boring &lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak: no i am sexy&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair: sexy&lt;br /&gt;[17] Allergic: Azzuddin =_=&lt;br /&gt;[18] What are you doing now: feeling v lame for actually doing this i think i will delete this post later&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you do 1 hour later: still gonna be online cos im cool liddat&lt;br /&gt;[20] What will you do 10 years later: get boobies and be sexier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with mother/father/parents:parents&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings(included you): 8 methinks. yes i THINK&lt;br /&gt;[23]Eldest: dunno&lt;br /&gt;[24]Youngest: i am the baby&lt;br /&gt;[25] Love/hate your family: when it comes down to it, love, but on the surface is a nice healthy layer of dislike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;[26] You found your another half: my ANOTHER half ah? bet this was written by very bored ahlian&lt;br /&gt;[27] If yes, who is he/she: your mother.&lt;br /&gt;[28] If no, who you want he/she to be: i am happy with your mother.&lt;br /&gt;[29] Time(s) you have been in a relationship: 3 like azz also we are fated to be together baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever woo boy/girl(0-100000): all the time, please.&lt;br /&gt;[31] Anyone woo you before(0-100000): no mortal men do not meet my standards&lt;br /&gt;[32] Did anything wrong to your other half: PERSONAL QUESTION. next.&lt;br /&gt;[33] What was/were the wrong you had done: dont want to blog bout this cos it is stupid thing to blog bout. NEXT.&lt;br /&gt;[34] Ever argue with your other half: wtf i am bitchy and easily irritated what do you think&lt;br /&gt;[35] You with your other half since: i'm sick of this -Azz. wise words, fated lover.&lt;br /&gt;[36] Are you straight/Lesbo: if straights an option so should curvy be. tho even if it was i think im still straight T_T&lt;br /&gt;[37] Reasons you love your other half: means i dont have to hop on one leg&lt;br /&gt;[38] You and your other half in which stage: exit stage left!! wowowo i just remembered that haha cartoonnetwork&lt;br /&gt;[39] You woo-ed her/him or he/she woo you: yes azz the word woo sounds weird to me&lt;br /&gt;[40] Ever think of marry he/she: i is not teenkin about the marry of me/he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;[41] Your first best friend: ok now i answer properly. DANIELLE BASIUK.&lt;br /&gt;[42] Your first enemy: i think eleanore way back in primary three haha when i bought siew yee's friendship for a bar of chocolate and eleanore told siew yee not to be my friend and i felt cheated =_=&lt;br /&gt;[43] The friend you love the most: barney&lt;br /&gt;[44] The enemy you hate the most(1 only): i hate them all equally =_=&lt;br /&gt;[45] Your most beautiful girl friend: azzuddin she'd hit me if i didn't say it. okay no lah sharon there.&lt;br /&gt;[47] The kind of girl/woman you hate the most: better looking ones who have lives and brains&lt;br /&gt;[48] The kind of boy/man you hate the most: greasy ones i am superficial sorry&lt;br /&gt;[49] You fall in love with your close friend before: yes HAHA &lt;br /&gt;[50] Your best friend is your ex-lover: no&lt;br /&gt;[51] If your friend backstab you: this is such an ahlian question to ask =_= I CALL MY GANG LO.&lt;br /&gt;[52] If your friend betray you: CALL GANG OSO. whats the diff between backstab and betray ah?&lt;br /&gt;[53] If your friend woo your lover: my lover cannot be woo-ed i have his penis chained to my floor. SEHHH.&lt;br /&gt;[54] If your friend fall in love with you: i slap them =_=&lt;br /&gt;[55] If you fall in love with your best friend: ..we hook up ? ugh this is seriously one of the poorest written questionaires ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUDIES&lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student: boring&lt;br /&gt;[57] You always done your homeworks/assignments: no&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most: mdm daisy cos she liked my hair haha&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: boring&lt;br /&gt;[60] Your class: boring seriously as in that is my answer =_= miss lodge weih&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors: no i dunno most of them =_=&lt;br /&gt;[62] Senior who you love the most: ........... ezra ?&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: kuai-kuai they deserve sticker&lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent result classmate: gabriel&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: probs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;[66 - 74] ask better question can or not this is damn stupid waste my life some more this test is pissing me off &lt;br /&gt;[75] You are what kind of people: people people&lt;br /&gt;[76] Lip or eyes: lips&lt;br /&gt;[77] Hugs or kisses: kisses &lt;br /&gt;[78] Shorter or taller: either&lt;br /&gt;[79] Hesitant or spontaneous: spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;[80] Nice stomach or nice arms: nice stomach&lt;br /&gt;[81] Listener or talker: both&lt;br /&gt;[82] Romantic or rich: rich i am shallow together with azz&lt;br /&gt;[83] Good wife or Good mother:...... husband can or not ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;[84] Age to get marry: before 25 so i dont have to pay rach / emma 100 bux&lt;br /&gt;[85] Numbers of kid(s): 5 million yes i will have stretch lines maximus&lt;br /&gt;[86] Career: professionally sexy&lt;br /&gt;[87] Salary: my husband will be rich.&lt;br /&gt;[88] Retirement age :17&lt;br /&gt;[89] Properties value:ALOT LA WHAT SORT OF STUPID QUESTION IS THIS I WANT TO SLAP THE AHLIAN WHO MADE THIS OF COURSE ALOT WHO PLANS TO GO AND LIVE IN A CARDBOARD BOX WORTH FIFTY CENTS&lt;br /&gt;[90] Wishes: i wish i will not get diabetes =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TAGS&lt;br /&gt;[91] dunno&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i wanna post this dy =_=&lt;br /&gt;waste of my blog space weih no one cares also&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-5005961047217607920?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/5005961047217607920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=5005961047217607920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/5005961047217607920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/5005961047217607920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/11/91-boring-questions.html' title='91 boring questions'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-669660399790969539</id><published>2008-11-25T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:54:33.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty pleasures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;10 guilty pleasures&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes bekah is back and blogging full-steam.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; say it was holidays and i am despo bored didnt i.&lt;br /&gt;im going through this list of 100 blog topics that this guy hopes someone else blogs about.&lt;br /&gt;at this rate i might be done with them by the time school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figure my blog needs more pictures so this one will be done entirely in pictures&lt;br /&gt;make of it what you will ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/2808/dsc6070fl3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/2808/dsc6070fl3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upc-online.org/winter99/tyson_slaughter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://www.upc-online.org/winter99/tyson_slaughter.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.santafestereo.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/britney.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.santafestereo.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/britney.JPG" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"listening to britney spears is like masturbating... everyone does it but not many will admit to it... and it's completely natural" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.mysanantonio.com/weblogs/potato/flying-cat-fight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://blogs.mysanantonio.com/weblogs/potato/flying-cat-fight.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.totkat.org/albums/2004-09/booze.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.totkat.org/albums/2004-09/booze.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/2005/sioncampus/10/26/gray.cheerleader/p1_umasscheer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/2005/sioncampus/10/26/gray.cheerleader/p1_umasscheer.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/superbad_wideweb__470x366,2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/superbad_wideweb__470x366,2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-669660399790969539?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/669660399790969539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=669660399790969539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/669660399790969539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/669660399790969539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/11/guilty-pleasures.html' title='guilty pleasures.'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a94/cookielmy/Blogspot2/th_IMG_4374copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-4946331324508562747</id><published>2008-11-25T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:28:16.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mother is on facebook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;my mother is on facebook&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSteGwpJmxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/2ThmleBuEIo/s1600-h/mummyfb.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSteGwpJmxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/2ThmleBuEIo/s400/mummyfb.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum added me on FB. aduh.&lt;br /&gt;she's been sitting in my pending requests for at least a month dy, and i don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's forcing me into approving her and ive been pretending to have not been on FB since (not very smart to post this here then haha but i know she knows that im just stalling too its just a matter of time =_=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sif i can go without FB for a week without experiencing withdrawal symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know that is very sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i don't want to approve mummy because i know what she will say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY DID YOU PUT UP PICTURES OF YOURSELF THERE?? DONT YOU KNOW PEOPLE WILL COPY YOUR FACE AND PASTE IT ONTO PORNOGRAPHIC PICTURES??" this will lead to an hour long lecture on how the world is not a friendly place and i have to stop being so naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT'S THIS ABOUT YOU WANTING THAT TATTOO HUH?? TATTOO? NO TATTOOS. TATTOOS ARE UNGODLY IN THE EYES OF CHRIST" this will lead to an hour long lecture on how thy body is a temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY ARE THERE FOUR-LETTER WORDS IN YOUR FB?? DID YOUR FRIEND USE A FOUR-LETTER WORD?? WHY DID YOU QUOTE SOMETHING WITH A FOUR-LETTER WORD??" this will lead to an hour long lecture on how society is falling apart and i have to be of Strong Character to resist it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY ARE YOU SPENDING SO MUCH TIME ON FB TALKING TO ALL THESE PEOPLE?? WHY AREN'T YOU STUDYING??" this will lead to hour long lecture on how lazy i am and how i need to be more asian in my attitude towards studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHY ARE YOU FRIENDS WITH THIS PERSON?? WHO IS THIS PERSON?? WHY IS THIS PERSON CONTACTING YOU ?" this will lead to hour long lecture on how not everybody is a good person and i have to be more discerning and make friends with more Good Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE WAS THIS PICTURE TAKEN?? WHY WERE YOU OUT AT NIGHT / THIS PLACE / WITH THIS FRIEND??" and that will just lead to awkward questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure she'll think of alot more stuff =_=&lt;br /&gt;not to mention that these topics will be RECURRING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not think it is cool that mums (at least, mums like mine) force themselves into having access to their kids' FBs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum argues that this should not be a problem as i should not be keeping secrets from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mums need to understand that some things are cannot comfortably be discussed with them. there is a line (very thick black line that's about a kilometer wide) between friends and, well, MUMS. im myself on fb and a different myself around my mum (im not sure how to explain that but i think everyone gets me here)&lt;br /&gt;i trust her with what i WANT to trust her with, and she should be happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides its not like there are incredibly dire  topics discussed openly on FB. if she really wants to know something, she should ask me, not skulk around my FB collecting little fragments and screeching at me for hours afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my mother if she is reading this... (pretend youre still working for like 10 secs and humour me a bit) how would you feel if your boss could watch everything that happened in your office.&lt;br /&gt;HOW'D YOU LIKE THAT HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...though actually that isnt really applicable to my mum cos shes a really hard worker =_=&lt;br /&gt;whatever, i tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-4946331324508562747?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/4946331324508562747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=4946331324508562747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/4946331324508562747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/4946331324508562747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-mother-is-on-facebook.html' title='my mother is on facebook.'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSteGwpJmxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/2ThmleBuEIo/s72-c/mummyfb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-7663777685810065485</id><published>2008-11-24T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:12:31.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bekah ritchies affordable christmas list.</title><content type='html'>so YOU want to get me presents? don't know what to get me? only have 50 bux left? FEAR NOT, FOR I HAVE PLANNED OUT MY CHRISTMAS ON THE CHEAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Affordable Christmas iWant List&lt;/i&gt; (applicable for my birthday too)&lt;br /&gt;1. New Music&lt;br /&gt;I am getting very bored of my music dy so i would quite like it if people burnt me cds of what they think are awesome songs that i don't know. because i really want new music and my external harddrive is sitting here nice and empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rings / sex bands&lt;br /&gt;I have realized my fingers feel NAKED without rings. but getting me rings is really risky cos my fingers are so tiny. (rings have to be 1.7cm in diameter in case you're wondering =_=) and, as always, i am demand of sex bands haha tho i think this is the first blog post in which i'm calling them that.&lt;br /&gt;black plastic bangles = sex bands, for those of you who are still sesat.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry i didn't know it either until like last month =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FOS pajama bottoms&lt;br /&gt;size, XS or S. i know it is a little off but yes i want haha.&lt;br /&gt;but if everyone gets me pajama bottoms i will be very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;4. SOMETHING HOMEMADE WITH LOTS OF LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to make me a scrapbook this year =_=&lt;br /&gt;GET CREATIVE, PEOPLE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can not go wrong with...&lt;br /&gt;bags (esp a nice large-ish tote bag for me to use to school next year), black nail polish, a good book, certain bangles / earrings / necklaces (please don't buy these for me unless you know how i dress quite well, because i really dont like quite alot of bangles and earrings =/ ), a pretty notebook or a new hoodie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-7663777685810065485?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/7663777685810065485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=7663777685810065485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/7663777685810065485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/7663777685810065485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/11/bekah-ritchies-affordable-christmas.html' title='bekah ritchies affordable christmas list.'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-6957106306801009347</id><published>2008-11-24T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:48:55.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bekah ritchie's blog revival.</title><content type='html'>bekah ritchie's blog revival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i'm back. because, well, its holidays and i really don't have anything better to do.&lt;br /&gt;and because i am damn pointless, i don't know what to write for my blog revival&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEKAH RITCHIE'S HOLIDAY LIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1. go kl &amp;amp; shop&lt;/s&gt; DONE&lt;br /&gt;2. go work.&lt;br /&gt;3. get some studying done&lt;br /&gt;4. understand chemistry =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;5. dye hair&lt;/s&gt; DONE&lt;br /&gt;6. get pierced&lt;br /&gt;7. learn to swim &amp;amp; get tanned &lt;br /&gt;8. make scrapbook :)&lt;br /&gt;9. camho yo&lt;br /&gt;10. go for all those driving courses blafalala&lt;br /&gt;11. put money back in my bank =_= =_= =_=&lt;br /&gt;12. gym&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-6957106306801009347?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/6957106306801009347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=6957106306801009347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/6957106306801009347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/6957106306801009347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/11/bekah-ritchies-blog-revival.html' title='bekah ritchie&apos;s blog revival.'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-8183321966907485313</id><published>2008-11-05T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:50:59.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>due to OVERWHELMING response to everything i write, i have decided i will retire from blogging until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEKAH'S FINAL POST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you mac snobs can go BOIL. here comes the SONY VAIO CS (in PINK lagi !!). my absolute new awesome lover laptop which i do not own. whoever loves me should go buy it for me and i will love them back eternally.&lt;br /&gt;sony makes such awesome stuff lol. T77 in pink OMG. bob-charlie weeps out of envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i got new hamsters :D&lt;br /&gt;i spent like hundred bux (my money for my industrial piercing MAHKLUCBK T_T all gone...) on all their stuff.. i even got them &lt;u&gt;WORMS.&lt;/u&gt; yah you read that, WORMS.&lt;br /&gt;they are sleepy sleepy now but i will post special final final entry tomorrow just to show them to you ok ? because hamsters are awesome and definately blog worthy.&lt;br /&gt;their names are &lt;i&gt;MANJA&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;ROADKILL&lt;/i&gt; btw ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i got new cell phone&lt;br /&gt;i probs mentioned this already but i am quite happy with it. well nto really la got very mixed feelings with my phone but i must admit it is daaaaayum sexy lah. samsung u600 check it out.&lt;br /&gt;i might go nerdy and write review on cnet or stng later since my blogging days are about to end (wtf drama le =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. SCHOOL'S ALMOST OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;i got 9% (yes 9 percent. as in 9/100 =_=) for my chemistry paper. yes wtf right. parents going to slice dice and fry rice with me. other papers i also no confidence aiyaiyai im a little butterfly greenblackbluedie.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, minute school is over, I AM GOING BLONDEEE. mummy already said yes i havent talked to daddy yet haha i think i will surprise him (ya in short i will be very screwed very soon)&lt;br /&gt;off to KHULHAR LHUMPHUR on the 10th gonna meet up with people i miss :D yay me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans fer this holiday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) get my license done!&lt;br /&gt;ii) learn to speak cina =_= wow&lt;br /&gt;iii) go work again because i keep spending my money on random random stuff ie: hamsters =_=&lt;br /&gt;iv) finally learn to swim. ive been meanin to learn to swim during the holidays since... the form one holidays i think. yup, FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;v) keep a lOW PROFILE.&lt;br /&gt;vi) get manymanymany hamsters. i think im addicted LOl &lt;br /&gt;vii) keep myself occupied by making that scrapbook. (which is alot more fun than it sounds eheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye... &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FOREVA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well until tomorrow at least i still have to show you guys my hamsters :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-8183321966907485313?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/8183321966907485313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=8183321966907485313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/8183321966907485313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/8183321966907485313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/11/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-373970540027804775</id><published>2008-10-27T01:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:54:25.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miniature earth.</title><content type='html'>if you have time to watch sh!t like charlie the unicorn telling people to put bananas in their ears, some guy crying his eyes out about britney spears, or a singaporean girl teaching you how to bleach your moustache, then you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUST WATCH THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the one vid that i must insist everyone &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvTFKpIaQhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvTFKpIaQhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me think about how unfair this all is.&lt;br /&gt;i can go lounge around my room all day in airconditioning, eating biscuits, not studying (watching vids like these instead aha), then going to whine to my mum that i NEED and MUST HAVE a new external harddrive (which i just got today btw aha along with my pink leopard skin webcam and a new pink mouse. which admittedly i dont really need and could have gone for better causes. ugh i am such a failure) and go out partying and whatever... and at the same time there are so many other people out there struggling to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can afford to be picky, whiny and self-absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;we can choose to be vegetarian and not eat what meat we are served.&lt;br /&gt;we can throw our coins at our friends (handy ammo lol) and never think about it again.&lt;br /&gt;we can bitch and complain about our clothes and how we don't have enough to wear, then go down to whatever shopping mall and come back with like 300 bux worth of stuff w/e.&lt;br /&gt;we have the option of being able to shun certain brands without particularly good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;the world hunger relief period is from &lt;b&gt;14th october to 16th november.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC &amp;amp; Pizza Hut outlets throughout M'sia are taking part in it and you can leave donations there or buy their little wrist band things (i got one lol its quite ugly but hey good cause) for 2 bux each.&lt;br /&gt;check out &lt;a href="http://www.fromhungertohope.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i have started a resolution...&lt;br /&gt;For every 100 bux i get, i will give 10 to charity.&lt;br /&gt;For every 50 i spend on something i don't really need, i will give a dollar. (i will probably lose count cos im always buying so much stuff but i will TRY to keep track)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone else feeling guilty and wanting to join my cause?&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU CAN AFFORD TO BE ONLINE, YOU CAN AFFORD THIS TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every 6 seconds a child dies from hunger somewhere in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-373970540027804775?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/373970540027804775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=373970540027804775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/373970540027804775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/373970540027804775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/10/miniature-earth.html' title='miniature earth.'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-8591941538215850672</id><published>2008-10-24T13:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:41:50.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>epic fail.</title><content type='html'>"you are so fail".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOW TIME FOR ME TO REVEAL MY TOP 10 HORRIBLE FAILURES IN LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually got loads more and probs loads of stupider ones but these are what comes to mind first so what to doo..&lt;br /&gt;omg my blogging style has gone to pot. FAIL. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that is not in my failure list so nevamind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAIL.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. "run for your life"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've told people about this in my old blog, but this stuff is legend.&lt;br /&gt;that is the fail-est pickup line of the century.&lt;br /&gt;yes, "run for your life" was intended to be a pickup line. from some cb cb malay some more. wtf right?&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to repeat the story so i stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. having a crush on ijaz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaay back in form one, ijaz had a crush on me.&lt;br /&gt;i rejected him. flat out.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha now the world knows. poor ijaz's ego crushed redi liao. (DONTHATEME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. then he didn't like me. and for some crazy blame-my-cb-form-one-indecisive-hormones, i had a crush on ijaz. wtf right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the awkwardest thing ever. seriously. he was shunning me to the max (he didn't even tALK to me goddamn hahaha. at one point, i wanted him to sign my yearbook and he didnt want to so i passed it to nazerene to get it signed for me and he wrote on it "STAY BLACK, DUDE" cos he thought he was writing to naz =_= hahah FAIL) it was QUITE. STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even had a code name for him. it was "snail".&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;STOP LAFFING AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. my diet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first and only time i have ever dietted in my life was this year, and it definitely ranks in my stupendous failures ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: RACHEL I START DIETING TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;rach: aight.&lt;br /&gt;me: -sees amira bringing raya cake things-&lt;br /&gt;-grabs cake things-&lt;br /&gt;-goes to kedai to buy a CREAM FILLED CHOCOLATE BUN-&lt;br /&gt;rach: what kind of diet are you on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she only warned me AFTER everything was eaten. thank you rachel.&lt;br /&gt;so i was "OKAY ILL START DIET TOMORROW THEN".&lt;br /&gt;next day, failed in the same manner.&lt;br /&gt;so i was determined to start on the day after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the day rach, azz and i went to spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SQFndGszxCI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gnROOCueMVI/s1600-h/Sxc0026.a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260599589457871906" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SQFndGszxCI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gnROOCueMVI/s200/Sxc0026.a.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;miss you redi, ams-exy :( miss you like i love shiny things :( :(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop was the food court. they were all pigging out while i had... GREEN TEA. UGH GODDAMN I CANNOT STAND GREEN TEA. (oh and at one point we had sugarbun too. yes. diet sugarbun. shaddap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SQFncqByJZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qaCX-3O7z8o/s1600-h/Sxc0019.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260599581761217938" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SQFncqByJZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qaCX-3O7z8o/s200/Sxc0019.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;our sugar bun meal hahah "have yur birthday at sugarbun! you get mashpotato cake with (potato) fries as candles and a (potato) wedge and a BONE !! k my sales pitch probably should be added to this list too =_=&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later that night, we were eating at silohuette and i ordered the sickest disgusting smells-like-piss salad in the world. had to choke it down. and it had SOOO MUCH MAYO. (which i hate, btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? why, god do you hate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later that night, we had drinks anyway, so yes fail. =_=&lt;br /&gt;all my effort defeated cos of booze haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a similar track of Fail, my studying also fails like this. very pro stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SQFo_KlnOLI/AAAAAAAAAcU/mYFHMo9Swq0/s1600-h/Sxc0161.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260601274128611506" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SQFo_KlnOLI/AAAAAAAAAcU/mYFHMo9Swq0/s400/Sxc0161.jpg" style="display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;sample of fail studying =_=&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. My drawings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said, everyone knows my drawings suck redi.&lt;br /&gt;if you think im exaggerating, ask azz or hui mian. they will def vouch for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Soso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was minding my own business eating at saberkas kfc by myself, when suddenly this negro guy came up to me and sat down at my table.&lt;br /&gt;then he started talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i have "the sort of attitude that will get me raped" (quote, my mum. hahah), i layan-ed him and just talked lah. his name was soso btw thats why #5 is called soso.&lt;br /&gt;then he grabbed my phone off the table and put in his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay lah whatever i can delete it later," thought rebekah, thinking she could escape from this with minimum trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he wanted to leave so he stood up and was like "i will see you around" -extends hand to shake hand-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shook hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE F$#*&amp;amp;#!&amp;amp;K!NG &lt;b&gt;FINGERED MY HAND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAGH IT WAS THE MOST GELI UNEXPECTED VIOLATING THING EVER I SWEAR ITS WORSE THAN EMMAS FOOT OF RAPE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW THAT FEELS SERIOUSLY AND I HAVE FELT SOME WEIRD SH!T IN MY LIFE AND THAT JUST OWNED EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS NO WAY TO TRY TO SEDUCE A CHICK.&lt;br /&gt;i go cry and sterilize my hand liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Chemistry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go in that class and i dont understand ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;not a single word. at all. i just sat for my finals, did paper3 for chem on wednesday, and i understood 0% of the damn paper.&lt;br /&gt;i am not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;its even fail-er than my bahasa sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;DIAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. Trying to wax my own leg&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i put the wax strip on my hairy leg (i know, too much information. you fans of my muscly legs can go rest easy knowing that i still veet and my legs are silky smooth at the moment) and i pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT CB HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;so i try peeling it off SLOOOOWLY.&lt;br /&gt;problem is i was very smart and i had stuck on like all 10 strips on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to peel everything SLOOOOOOWLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my leg was coated with wax and it is damn hard to get off let me tell you that i had to put talcum powder, milk, soap, tissue, sunblock, lotion, baby oil and all sorts of things before it came off. half of those things weren't effective at all and just made it worse =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maid came in was like&lt;br /&gt;WTF THATS NOT HOW YOU DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;then she sat down next to me and started ripping everything off.&lt;br /&gt;like very fun like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. Bario motorbike incident&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way back in 05 /06, emma and i were in bario.&lt;br /&gt;i had already known how to ride a bike, cos daddy dearest taught me in kch.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to share my knowledge and teach cousin dearest, emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going at the amazing speed of 15 km/h, i "crashed" through a patch of serai and managed to hit a papaya tree (you know how small a papaya tree's trunk is right? yup i still managed to hit that) and get (very dramatically) "pinned" under the motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;emma and uncle jack were spazzing their eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. Wardrobe distraction incident&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k since i just told about major Fail that i committed where emma laughed, i shall now share emma's Fail where i laughed :D&lt;br /&gt;(i like these stories best) (cept they're rarer. DAMN YOU RURAN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were sitting in a room having this veryVERY topsecret conversation when my aunt suddenly burst through the unlocked (yes very smart of us right) door and was like EH WHAT ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT I THINK I HEARD SOME OF THAT FALALALALa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so emma decided to distract her (least that's what she later told me =_=)&lt;br /&gt;she stood up,&lt;br /&gt;turned to her left,&lt;br /&gt;and walked&lt;br /&gt;full-speed&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into a wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was in PAIN. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;apparently it had seemed like a good idea at the time.&lt;br /&gt;my aunt and i were laughing til i cried hahah.&lt;br /&gt;well it was a very effective distraction, i'll give you that la emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;10. THIS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SQFluKEnOaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/e9IWuU0Dg6o/s1600-h/epic_fail_tattoo_demotivational-poster.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260597683397540258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SQFluKEnOaI/AAAAAAAAAbs/e9IWuU0Dg6o/s400/epic_fail_tattoo_demotivational-poster.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel better about my Fails every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-8591941538215850672?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/8591941538215850672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=8591941538215850672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/8591941538215850672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/8591941538215850672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/10/epic-fail.html' title='epic fail.'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SQFndGszxCI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gnROOCueMVI/s72-c/Sxc0026.a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-4578477604560960776</id><published>2008-10-22T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:38:50.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh.</title><content type='html'>i've been meaning to update for ages.. but my blog feels so lonely... no one's making it feel loved.... so i dont :(&lt;br /&gt;updates sometime soon, i promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-4578477604560960776?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/4578477604560960776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=4578477604560960776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/4578477604560960776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/4578477604560960776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/10/meh.html' title='meh.'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-1602495621118488742</id><published>2008-10-09T08:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:13:15.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally got sthn to post</title><content type='html'>finally a post dude this is quite sad ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOSHOP!&lt;br /&gt;an endless source of vanity, picture perfection and crappy cheapy heart things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much much earlier on in the year, during one of the more boring math classes, i drew THIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SO1Yf9bw-eI/AAAAAAAAAbk/alyOqGQIpxM/s1600-h/bekahheart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SO1Yf9bw-eI/AAAAAAAAAbk/alyOqGQIpxM/s200/bekahheart.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254953646301444578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like all my drawings, it is quite Fail. with capital F.&lt;br /&gt;symmetry especially FAIL. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i didnt go to school. (with good reason k stop telling me i bunk =_=)&lt;br /&gt;then my phone buddy decided to go to sleep, leaving me to go on living my life of boredom and emptiness etcetc. i decided to upload pictures from my new phone, a sEXY SEXY AWESOME samsung. (i'll blog about this some other time lol i need stng else to blog about, keep my blog alive sikit la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went through my old photos... and i found the Failure mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;since i, as usual, have nothing better to do, i decided EH WHY NOT GO PHOTOSHOP THIS SEE WHAT I CAN DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never ever drawn anything more than cars and stick people in Paint on a computer (anyone remember form two computer classes with me ? ahaha) and i have never used photoshop for anything other than making myself look less hideous so i had no idea what i was doing half the time. therefore, i think it is understandable that i'm damn proud how this turned out hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME A FOR EFFORT K IT TOOK LIKE 45 MINUTES OF MY LIFE =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SO1YLEgmlaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/d1YEUqVledc/s1600-h/Sxc0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SO1YLEgmlaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/d1YEUqVledc/s200/Sxc0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254953287423530402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadahhh click to enlarge. starts from top left ends bottom right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SO1YLGMeLfI/AAAAAAAAAbc/QeJ8bz2bVgw/s1600-h/bekahdawnxo+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SO1YLGMeLfI/AAAAAAAAAbc/QeJ8bz2bVgw/s200/bekahdawnxo+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254953287875964402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FINAL RESULT.&lt;br /&gt;yes i know looks quite cheapy especially cos i put my name there in cheapy font with cheapy xo but what to do.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER PROUD OF MYSELF I DESERVE A COOKIE :D&lt;br /&gt;anyone else love it ? say yes.&lt;br /&gt;XO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-1602495621118488742?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/1602495621118488742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=1602495621118488742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/1602495621118488742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/1602495621118488742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-got-sthn-to-post.html' title='finally got sthn to post'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SO1Yf9bw-eI/AAAAAAAAAbk/alyOqGQIpxM/s72-c/bekahheart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-8673615875024435113</id><published>2008-09-24T16:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:29:00.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a hundred harrowing tales of my shower.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A HUNDRED HARROWING TALES OF THE FAUCET OF DOOM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. which is probably the stupidest title possible for this post.&lt;br /&gt;more accurately, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;much less than a hundred things i thought of whilst in the shower that are absolutely essential to maintaining my state of physical well-being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. THE BEST SHAMPOO I HAVE USED ALL YEAR ISS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/159828/200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/159828/200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;clairol's herbal essences dangerously straight!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clairol finally repackaged their ugly old bottles. thank god. this shampoo smells like ABSOLUTE HEAVEN, I DIE, I SWEAR, EVERYTIME I WASH MY HAIR AHHHH. mmmm... and it ACTUALLY WORKS. makes my hair look like i bothered to blow dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is totally awesome seeing as how i couldn't blow dry my hair even if i wanted to, what with having the coordination of a. book. or some other inanimate object =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really sucks is i get allergic to shampoos REALLY REALLY easily, so this is like ahhh relief it doesnt make my scalp sting !! -excited-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you clairols. plus its like less than ten bux neways so its good for my pov self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. MY BIGGEST WASTE OF MONEY EVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SNoDWQde69I/AAAAAAAAAbM/e3cmiUfVFTw/s1600-h/HairToolsPinkFHI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SNoDWQde69I/AAAAAAAAAbM/e3cmiUfVFTw/s200/HairToolsPinkFHI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249511996564368338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a damn &lt;b&gt;hair straightener.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought in POUNDS lagi =_=&lt;br /&gt;wow such a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've used it like 10 times i think since i got it, and none of them seriously. (kinda just like, oh nothing to do lets try this out. and all the times i very fail because i have book coordination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite stupid for azn* people to go around buying straighteners, actually.&lt;br /&gt;majority of azn people who own straighteners already have rebonded, poker-straight hair. white people who get straighteners are actually losers with too much time on their hands who bother to straighten their hair EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. (probably not as difficult as it sounds cos they are grimy and do not bathe everyday, let alone wash their hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what for have already-straight hair and straighten some more? you WANT frizz, kah?&lt;br /&gt;unless you know how to curl hair with straightener, la, like the guy at the store in london (which is why we got the straightener, hes very good promoter ler). but if you are like me, don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should sell my straightener.&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS TO BUY ? :D&lt;br /&gt;-hopeful-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* azn : asian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(where do white people get so much time as to straighten their hair every day ? i barely have time to towel mine off =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. FASTEST WAY TO INSTANT GLAMOUR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyeliner along the lower lid.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. like two seconds and you already look x50 times better.&lt;br /&gt;i've been out to dinners like that and i've looked great aha (if i do say so myself :D )&lt;br /&gt;just go along the entire lower lid and smudge VERY gently or if you wanna look really bright eyed (and for less-dramatic look) just line half the eye, in a clean tidy line, from the outer corner to where you lashes are the thickest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though, this is NOT RECOMMENDED  for 90% of sepet people out there cos i have seen many sepet people who line their lower lids and look like total fags..&lt;br /&gt;HUI MIAN DONT KILL ME T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. MOST IMPORTANT THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT SHAVING THY LEGS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) don't bother with fancy schmancy gilette 40dollar womens razor thats just going to get rusty and waste your cash. you can get same results with one of those packs of 12 watsons razors.&lt;br /&gt;ii) if you don't have shaving cream, you can use conditioner. works perfect.&lt;br /&gt;iii) don't veet unless absolutely dire, you, ecological threats, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaand i think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;wow i feel so diva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-8673615875024435113?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/8673615875024435113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=8673615875024435113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/8673615875024435113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/8673615875024435113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/09/hundred-harrowing-tales-of-my-shower.html' title='a hundred harrowing tales of my shower.'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SNoDWQde69I/AAAAAAAAAbM/e3cmiUfVFTw/s72-c/HairToolsPinkFHI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-777904777524793855</id><published>2008-09-20T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:20:36.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make yerself.</title><content type='html'>i was feeling particularly effamatisquidjitingly bored.&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered something rachel said awhile ago that i thought would make an interesting blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: (after watching me hide xmillion pimples with concealer) ...what the hell do you look like under all that makeup.. -mildly horrified look-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are my before-makeup &amp;amp; after-makeup pictures, so you can see roughly what i do everyday to stop people from running away from me screaming. (not really everyday, i dont usually bother with lipgloss and eyeshadow, but the eyeliner is pretty constant, and, naturally, the coverups aha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PHOTOSHOP DONE ON THE FOLLOWING PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;except a little adjusting of the lighting so that my Before picture didn't look so washed out and my After picture look so dark. (oh and i up-ed the contrast a little so you can notice all my sexy flaws in the first picture and my lack of them in the second :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BEFORE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SNSGJmBTYDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/eyia9n-91vE/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SNSGJmBTYDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/eyia9n-91vE/s320/before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247966965176426546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mental "to correct" list...&lt;br /&gt;1. under eye circles&lt;br /&gt;2. remove left over smudged eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;3. pimples&lt;br /&gt;4. cover up freckles&lt;br /&gt;5. even out skin tone&lt;br /&gt;6. get rid of computer-screen tan&lt;br /&gt;7. hide pimples (though you can't see most of them properly in this picture cos it was pretty washed out. except for that mofo on my nose. interesting story behind that pimple... terry thought it would be fun to bite my nose.. HARD. i almost cried, k. then when i told him it really hurt, he put his ice cream on it. next day, pimple, aha.)&lt;br /&gt;8. pluck eyebrows. haven't done this in ages and i didn't do it today either because i couldn't find my damn tweezers. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;9. curl &amp;amp; mascara eyelashes. except i didn't bother with this for the blog post cos you wouldn't be able to tell either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procedure: cleanse - moisturize - foundation - concealer - blend - face powder -2nd concealer - blend - eyeliner - 2 shades of eyeshadow (matte black &amp;amp; shimmery gray) - blend - face powder 2nd time - blend - opening tube of lipgloss to find the applicator broke off and got stuck on the lid - deciding to use very EW shimmery pink lipstick instead with lipbalm on top - pinning hair back for extra glam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;AFTER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SNSGKXaNxeI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ydMmut0_Yfo/s1600-h/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SNSGKXaNxeI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ydMmut0_Yfo/s320/after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247966978434254306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENG JENG JENG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-777904777524793855?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/777904777524793855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=777904777524793855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/777904777524793855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/777904777524793855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/09/make-yerself.html' title='make yerself.'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SNSGJmBTYDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/eyia9n-91vE/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-4728827770667342437</id><published>2008-09-20T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:43:06.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omgs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;explanation as to why i haven't updated in ages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a myspace addiction.&lt;br /&gt;oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOIN ME IN ADDING RANDOM FAMOUS PEOPLE, SPAMMING GROUP BOARDS, AND TRYING TO LOOK XINFINITY BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, i got v bored during my chemistry class (excusable, because i understand about 3% of what is being said. and only phrases such as "open your books to page alafalashamabala" &amp;amp; "rebekah &amp;amp; rachel, stop talking") so i started using my mobile WAP browser.&lt;br /&gt;God that sounded like an advertisement&lt;br /&gt;FB mobile was aight but i got bored fast... so i opened my long-neglected myspace account..&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm absolutely hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k enough of blogging, BACK TO MYSPACE :D&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/x_beks"&gt;ADD ME!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such a myspace 'ho =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-4728827770667342437?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/4728827770667342437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=4728827770667342437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/4728827770667342437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/4728827770667342437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/09/omgs.html' title='omgs.'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-8180135422025909337</id><published>2008-09-14T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:46:27.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't love my ipod anymore.</title><content type='html'>i don't love my ipod anymore.&lt;div&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;BECAUSE APPLE IS THE BIGGEST BITCH EVER, THAT'S WHY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it hasn't been a YEAR yet and they've already come up with a NEW LINE of ipods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CANNOT WAIT ANOTHER 3 MONTHS ISIT AND MAKE A GIRL'S LIFE THAT MUCH HAPPIER?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apple makes me so angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the new ipod touch has external volume buttons and an external speaker. damn you apple. damn you to heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also saw the new gen. ipod nanos and they are probably the most awesome ipod i have ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to anyone who is out ipod hunting at the moment, don't get the touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because history always repeats itself, and like my ipod, yours will lose its &lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/b&gt;-factor before the year is up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mine awesome until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) apple screwed me over and released the 32 GB version 3 months after i bought mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) apple threw me in the garbage and released a completely new version before the year was up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) i realized malaysian internet sucks anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d.1) i did not have a credit card to order the software upgrade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d.2) the new gen ipods don't NEED to go through the hassle of getting credit cards for the software upgrade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e) i found that i barely use the rest of the ipod features except for music and video &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the video is superb though, i have to say. really excellent. but since the only thing on my ipod are podcast-quality vids, it is quite wasted as well. converting videos takes up too much time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;f) i find it is very bulky for my tight jean pockets so i always have to carry a handbag, which marks me as a very likely victim of snatch theft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;h) the new gen ipod nano is what i want and am desperate to be able to trade in your touch for the new nano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do i want the new nano so badly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) i dont have to look at the screen to change songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) it is tiny and slick and definately sexy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) it comes in PINK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d) it has all the features i really need and has completely owned my touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, the nano even has that genius feature, which sounds really cool. what did mine have ? well, for awhile, i had mine jailbroken, then i realized it just lagged my ipod to the max. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh what a failure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the nano has nice clear screen for photo and video, it has SPORE THE GAME, (T_T why me) shake feature, and cover flow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my ipod - not so special anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well except that it has net, but then so does my laptop. and malaysian net sucks anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH WAIT AND MY IPOD HAS A CALCULATOR. i rejoice =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/features.html"&gt;see why i hate apple&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-8180135422025909337?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/8180135422025909337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=8180135422025909337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/8180135422025909337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/8180135422025909337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-love-my-ipod-anymore.html' title='i don&apos;t love my ipod anymore.'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-6757735443178924053</id><published>2008-09-09T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:23:59.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dedicate this post to... SHARON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SMYjI8jvtJI/AAAAAAAAAa0/sCxIobPX6Uw/s1600-h/l_2d84670a1c4b95916000e3cc74bf99ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SMYjI8jvtJI/AAAAAAAAAa0/sCxIobPX6Uw/s200/l_2d84670a1c4b95916000e3cc74bf99ab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243917452721501330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is sharon, the very pretty.&lt;div&gt;i am very lazy to write alot as i still have writers block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in one line, here is what i want to say but am to lazy to elaborate on. Sharon is very pretty, sharon sings very nice and sharon appeared on a website. (read it &lt;a href="http://ilovekuching.com/blog/2008/09/kanidthe-interview/#comment-392"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, sharon will be releasing an album soon which i cannot wait to buy ! if you are like me and you cannot wait for sharon's album, you should go and buy kanid's cd first. (&lt;a href="http://www.kanid-kelabit.com/"&gt;kanid's website&lt;/a&gt;) because its pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a sharon publicity post and i doubt as many people read my new blog as they did my old blog, so its probably not doing a very good job. but i try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sharon rawks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-6757735443178924053?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/6757735443178924053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=6757735443178924053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/6757735443178924053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/6757735443178924053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dedicate-this-post-to-sharon.html' title='i dedicate this post to... SHARON'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SMYjI8jvtJI/AAAAAAAAAa0/sCxIobPX6Uw/s72-c/l_2d84670a1c4b95916000e3cc74bf99ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-5242915795562486383</id><published>2008-09-07T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:23:08.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why am i blogging again?</title><content type='html'>i don't know why i bothered making a new blog because i have been having such awful writer's block lately that its a miracle i am still able to write my name. &lt;div&gt;but here it is, complete with sexy little penguins at the top. if you're wondering why penguins, that's because penguins were the biggest contrast there could possibly be with my gloomy victorian vine wallpaper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, with this blog i solemnly swear to &lt;b&gt;try&lt;/b&gt; to update (meaningfully ?) as much as often and not to get all diary &amp;amp; emotional on this. i'll put all the boring, emotional, diary entries on my live space. yes, i started using my live space as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is not cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-5242915795562486383?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/5242915795562486383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=5242915795562486383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/5242915795562486383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/5242915795562486383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-am-i-blogging-again.html' title='why am i blogging again?'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296182264619273516.post-2697803284647261317</id><published>2008-08-21T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:25:01.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>when i get bored of blogging, i make a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;nuff' said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296182264619273516-2697803284647261317?l=b-ritchie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/feeds/2697803284647261317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296182264619273516&amp;postID=2697803284647261317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/2697803284647261317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296182264619273516/posts/default/2697803284647261317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b-ritchie.blogspot.com/2008/08/shalala.html' title='??'/><author><name>kill%bek_ah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05447413391352104387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akdVFnVP6a4/SSkw1KVbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAcg/yw6WXFYnIXQ/S220/after.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
