<?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-3675886470084787046</id><updated>2011-05-03T01:09:08.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfamiliar Ceilings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675886470084787046/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yi Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04757908338172568607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675886470084787046.post-4239875971661309885</id><published>2011-03-10T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:34:27.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Pavements.</title><content type='html'>Am I upset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly. Maybe. Just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big deal. It's not important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675886470084787046-4239875971661309885?l=unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/feeds/4239875971661309885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/2011/03/chasing-pavements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675886470084787046/posts/default/4239875971661309885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675886470084787046/posts/default/4239875971661309885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/2011/03/chasing-pavements.html' title='Chasing Pavements.'/><author><name>Yi Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04757908338172568607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675886470084787046.post-4038090514298390945</id><published>2011-03-10T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:55:45.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling In The Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't like socializing very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm trying to be a pompous asshole or whatever, I just don't like having to deal with people. The whole process of keeping up facades with people you hardly even know is just a little tiring. It doesn't help the situation even more when some can't even remember your name in the first place. I would also like to contribute the whole "not socializing" thing to (as Boo calls it), "Selective Shyness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;I reckon he's somewhat right. I do tend to be extremely selective about what and how much I say to a certain person based on first impressions. Yes, I know, I'm a dick. First impressions do matter to me. So, if you're going to be the kind of asshole who prances around just talking about yourself and not bothering to ask me about how I am, I'm not even going to stop you. I'll just nod politely to what you're saying and &amp;nbsp;am just going to avoid you the next time I see you. Which is hopefully never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a pretty good defense mechanism, "Selective Shyness." You never let your guard down while scoping out the territory. But when the walls come down, my closest friends are usually prepared for a talkative loudmouth to come crawling out of the woodworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;I like forging relations that are ironclad in its nature. Where you know that you can rely on that person come hell or high water. It sounds completely like supremacy&amp;nbsp;when I say it, but it's true. Being selective and having maybe a few close friends is a lot more satisfying in a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify;"&gt;Way better than having a hundred acquaintances who can't even get your name right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675886470084787046-4038090514298390945?l=unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/feeds/4038090514298390945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/2011/03/rolling-in-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675886470084787046/posts/default/4038090514298390945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675886470084787046/posts/default/4038090514298390945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/2011/03/rolling-in-deep.html' title='Rolling In The Deep'/><author><name>Yi Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04757908338172568607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675886470084787046.post-1532157241243760384</id><published>2011-03-08T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:51:47.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light me up.</title><content type='html'>I have only one thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University of Auckland's Student Services Online site thingamajig, is a piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upgrade from NDeva? Surely not. It functions about the same and is just as slow. And they told us it would make our lives easier... Poppycock! All a bunch of lies, lies and more lies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SSO&lt;/b&gt; can suck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675886470084787046-1532157241243760384?l=unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/feeds/1532157241243760384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/2011/03/light-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675886470084787046/posts/default/1532157241243760384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675886470084787046/posts/default/1532157241243760384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/2011/03/light-me-up.html' title='Light me up.'/><author><name>Yi Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04757908338172568607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3675886470084787046.post-1992148117978080499</id><published>2011-03-07T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T01:45:46.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Space Between.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This place has been calling out to me for awhile now. I just haven't had much to say. I'm boring. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't been in this space for awhile now. Have I grown up? Maybe. Most probably. Where am I now? What am I doing with my life? Did I fall off the face of the earth because no one has seen me lurking around PJ/KL over the last year?! Is Lindsay Lohan ever going to stop snorting Coke and will Justin Bieber hit puberty?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, that was a lame attempt at a joke... Let's just move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I'm now in my 2nd year of university life at the University of Auckland. I've been with my significant other for 18 months, most of that time long distance, but I still love the boy despite all we've been through. I've made friends from all different walks of life. I've lived in a foreign country on my own. I've been in a stage production with my university's Glee Club. I've jammed with a couple of old friends and released cover videos on Youtube (Not many hits yet, but we're getting there!). I've reignited my love for classical piano again. I'm a hell of a lot more girlier now (Oh, the shock and horror! Me in a dress?). And if you're familiar with Pokemon terminology, the Boyfriend (whom I shall now refer to as Boo, although a myriad of nicknames will probably pop up here and there) says that Flail is now my signature move. It's like I'm Magikarp. Except a lot less useless. Because my flailing is somewhat entertaining. Embarrassing... but entertaining nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also look like this now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gmckaHcS0DI/TXSgA7ILmxI/AAAAAAAAA4g/5EztGyd7K2I/s1600/17122009035.png.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gmckaHcS0DI/TXSgA7ILmxI/AAAAAAAAA4g/5EztGyd7K2I/s1600/17122009035.png.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah. I turned pink and grew a snout. But look at my pretty pink bow!!! Kawaii desu ne ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha chokes~ No. I don't actually look like that, but it is a rather accurate representation -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, let's give this another try, shall we? This whole documenting my thoughts thing. I'll try my bet to say something substantial on a less-than-regular-but-often-enough-basis depending on if I have anything to say in the first place. Haha.... fail. =.= Hopefully, I don't lose interest again. I can't say. No promises as of now, but I'll try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unfamiliar Ceilings 2.0&lt;/b&gt;? Recharged and reloaded? Ready for action?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe. :) Only time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3675886470084787046-1992148117978080499?l=unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/feeds/1992148117978080499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/2011/03/space-between.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675886470084787046/posts/default/1992148117978080499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3675886470084787046/posts/default/1992148117978080499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unfamiliar-ceilings.blogspot.com/2011/03/space-between.html' title='The Space Between.'/><author><name>Yi Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04757908338172568607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gmckaHcS0DI/TXSgA7ILmxI/AAAAAAAAA4g/5EztGyd7K2I/s72-c/17122009035.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
