<?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-6841070108393074862</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:10:25.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-1370216147368088760</id><published>2008-07-16T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:34:53.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More interesting apps from the App Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SH36cDCddWI/AAAAAAAAABg/c91gxCF1SVE/s1600-h/4+Apps.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SH36cDCddWI/AAAAAAAAABg/c91gxCF1SVE/s320/4+Apps.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223606502578550114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. WritingPad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This supposedly helps you to type faster on the soft keyboard, and it allows you to send e-mail from your notes. The way to type is to "draw" on the letters of the keyboard without lifting up your finger. The software recognises this input and predicts a commonly used word. But if that's not the word you're looking for, a list of other matching words appears in a bar just above the keyboard. The concept is pretty good, except that I don't particularly like it that they moved some of the keys and changed the entire look of the keyboard. Perhaps Apple could take a look at this method of entering words as well. I'll explore it a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SH350kVrsvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zhCIRGtaInk/s1600-h/IMG_0006.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SH350kVrsvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zhCIRGtaInk/s320/IMG_0006.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223605824322777842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SH356k6clXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Ty75pgZ9Gh4/s1600-h/IMG_0007.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SH356k6clXI/AAAAAAAAABY/Ty75pgZ9Gh4/s320/IMG_0007.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223605927556191602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SH35rM2Uk7I/AAAAAAAAABI/W80Qft31YBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0005.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SH35rM2Uk7I/AAAAAAAAABI/W80Qft31YBQ/s320/IMG_0005.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223605663398400946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Scribble&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketches without the price tag and most of the extra features. Just a barebones drawing app with only 4 colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. NetNewsWire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most popular desktop RSS feed readers, packed into an iPod Touch app. Short excerpts of feeds are displayed and you can read the entire article by clicking on the link (opens in its own browser). It also allows you to view the article in Safari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Evernote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really nice concept, and executed quite well in my opinion. The service stores notes that you make in their server, and this app allows you to retrieve your notes. You can compose notes from pictures, text, audio (only on the desktop version I think) and web clippings. There is also a handy web clipper that you can bookmark in Safari to take clippings of a webpage and place it in your notes. The desktop app (available for Mac and Windows) will sync your notes with the server so whatever notes you have (on your mobile device or PC) stay in sync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SH4GLPXzFYI/AAAAAAAAABo/qoRetjmgHUo/s1600-h/IMG_0009.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SH4GLPXzFYI/AAAAAAAAABo/qoRetjmgHUo/s320/IMG_0009.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223619407971030402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SH4GSZfOhbI/AAAAAAAAABw/pNZe6BQQCSU/s1600-h/IMG_0008.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SH4GSZfOhbI/AAAAAAAAABw/pNZe6BQQCSU/s320/IMG_0008.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223619530945627570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-1370216147368088760?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1370216147368088760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=1370216147368088760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/1370216147368088760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/1370216147368088760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-interesting-apps-from-app-store.html' title='More interesting apps from the App Store'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SH36cDCddWI/AAAAAAAAABg/c91gxCF1SVE/s72-c/4+Apps.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-2641948149911715985</id><published>2008-07-16T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:16:22.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand. How can I be taking life TOO seriously? There is only ONE life. And we should make the best of it. Isn't it so? Maybe I'm just a pessimist. I can never be happy. I thought I was happy single. Now I feel awful and I don't know why. I do hope Ubin will help me let go of this feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-2641948149911715985?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2641948149911715985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=2641948149911715985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/2641948149911715985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/2641948149911715985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-4996256946889609209</id><published>2008-07-15T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T03:27:35.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To David:</title><content type='html'>I'm really sorry I missed your graduation. You should stop being so nice to me, because I'll just take advantage of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-4996256946889609209?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4996256946889609209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=4996256946889609209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/4996256946889609209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/4996256946889609209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-david.html' title='To David:'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-8004391962714090238</id><published>2008-07-15T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T03:31:14.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I suddenly feel so helpless and lost all of a sudden. I was looking at one of my ex's Facebook pictures, and I felt sad without knowing why. What IS wrong with me? I thought I got over that relationship long ago. I HAD to initiate some contact with him, so I lamely sent him an SMS to ask why the sudden decision to add me to Facebook. But you know what? I don't even think he thought twice about it. It's just stupid me feeling stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I'm pathetic! I don't even know why I'm searching for his blog, or why I'm watching his YouTube video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I was doing something I really like. Like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-8004391962714090238?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8004391962714090238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=8004391962714090238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/8004391962714090238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/8004391962714090238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-1570762444054020190</id><published>2008-07-14T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:43:33.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on iPod Touch 2.0</title><content type='html'>Some gripes I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Stability&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After opening and closing apps for, maybe 10 times, the entire device suddenly drops everything and restarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Scientific calculator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really working the way I want it to. The way you enter functions is like the way you use a normal calculator. Not a scientific one. I can't seem to enter a string of numbers that make up functions. For example, you don't enter "√2" to calculate the square root of 2. Instead you enter "2", then "√".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Still no cut and paste&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Lack of really great native apps on launch day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really need a: &lt;br /&gt;Multi-messenger client! Something I can use for MSN. There are a few betas floating around, but none have been officially released at the App Store yet.&lt;br /&gt;VoIP client like Skype (for the iPhone) Maybe fring (still in beta)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Features I really like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. App Store&lt;br /&gt;2. Multiple Calendar Support&lt;br /&gt;3. Support for links to Youtube videos in Safari&lt;br /&gt;4. Contact Search&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-1570762444054020190?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1570762444054020190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=1570762444054020190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/1570762444054020190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/1570762444054020190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-on-ipod-touch-20.html' title='More on iPod Touch 2.0'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-644402318087390274</id><published>2008-07-13T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T04:12:20.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top Free Apps from the App Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SHyGDOYiGRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h8Y42Lv97_U/s1600-h/iPod+Touch+Home+Screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SHyGDOYiGRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h8Y42Lv97_U/s320/iPod+Touch+Home+Screen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223197057801656594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Remote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Native app by Apple. Allows you to remotely control iTunes on your PC via WiFi (on iPod Touch).&lt;br /&gt;Works really well - pairs your device with your computer using a randomly generated passcode.&lt;br /&gt;Would be good if they expanded the capabilities of this app by allowing it to control your computer's volume (not the volume in iTunes) and FrontRow. Perhaps even Microsoft PowerPoint and Keynote support? That way, I don't have to use my Apple remote. I'm not counting on Apple to do it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Instapaper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saves webpages for offline viewing. Great for reading my favourite sites when WiFi is absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. ShoZu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;App for uploading pictures and videos to popular social networking and blogging sites like Facebook and Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Could be improved but thumbs up for supporting multiple websites.&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've only used it with Facebook and Blogger. ShoZu does not seem to allow stand-alone blogging without posting a picture first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Aurora Feint&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, best free game for the iPod Touch. However, I can only play it once before it gets cranky and refuses to load. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Facebook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Function is similar to the Facebook web app for iPhone. &lt;br /&gt;Extras: Supports comments, Facebook chat, changing of profile picture&lt;br /&gt;However, this native app does not allow you to view your own photos easily. It would be nice if it allowed uploading of photos too.&lt;br /&gt;Edit: It does allow uploading of photos, but not to your profile pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. To Do (By Erica Sadun)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best GTD app out there, but it's free. I would prefer checkboxes to greyed out text, and the ability to categorise your tasks. E.g. Rent Movies&gt;Shooter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Apps that I tried out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currency&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currency conversion app.&lt;br /&gt;Not as good as the currency widget. Only allows changing values of the master currency, and not any currency you have added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Bible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't retrieve the Bible text if you're not online. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;eBay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;App that watches bids on items, allows searching and bidding on items.&lt;br /&gt;Refining of searches could do with more options, such as by country. Now I just get a mass of entries that ship to the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;eReader&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reader to read eBooks.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't downloaded any eBooks, but the demo ones work fine. Page flipping is cute - nice sliding animation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Epocrates Rx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drug database, complete with pictures and descriptions (e.g. contraindications). Allows for searching of drug interactions, specific drugs (by name, shape, colour etc.).&lt;br /&gt;Works rather well, and updating the database is easy. But I suspect it won't be too useful for me as some of the descriptions are a little too technical for the layman to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tap Tap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A game like Dance Dance Revolution, except that you tap the little dots on the screen according to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;Moderately fun, but not a very impressive game. Maybe I just don't like DDR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morocco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Othello fans. Works well, but I suck at it. Option to show you your possible moves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-644402318087390274?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/644402318087390274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=644402318087390274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/644402318087390274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/644402318087390274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-top-free-apps-from-app-store.html' title='My Top Free Apps from the App Store'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/SHyGDOYiGRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/h8Y42Lv97_U/s72-c/iPod+Touch+Home+Screen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-8284926509300716076</id><published>2008-07-13T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:32:04.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Touch 2.0  </title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://media2.shozu.com/cache/portal/media/51468a0/16777223'&gt;&lt;img src='http://media2.shozu.com/cache/portal/media/51468a0/16777223_journal'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just updated my iPod touch to the 2.0 software. I really like it now that there are stable, not beta-ish, apps that I can download easily. The calendar finally supports multiple calendars!! And I love it. The new apps are okay, mainly because I haven't paid for one yet. I've only been trying the free ones. Remote is supposed to be good though. I haven't got around to trying it yet.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh by the way, I'm blogging this using an app called ShoZu. It definitely has some potential. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt;I've been trying out the new MobileMe service from Apple. One of the gripes that I have is that it's not exactly push. My mac syncs with the server only every 5 minutes, and changes in the MobileMe apps are not reflected in my mac apps immediately. However, between MobileMe apps and my iPod, it's a different story. Changes are pushed to my iPod in seconds.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm going to write more tomorrow, coz it's late and I'm tired.  &lt;p align='right'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.shozu.com/portal/?utm_source=upload&amp;amp;utm_medium=graphic&amp;amp;utm_campaign=upload_graphic/'&gt;&lt;img border='0' alt='Posted by ShoZu' src='http://www.shozu.com/resources/messages/logo_blog.gif'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-8284926509300716076?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8284926509300716076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=8284926509300716076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/8284926509300716076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/8284926509300716076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/07/ipod-touch-20.html' title='iPod Touch 2.0  '/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-351699688702397580</id><published>2008-07-12T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:56:50.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh in a hat. </title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://media2.shozu.com/cache/portal/media/51468a0/16777221'&gt;&lt;img src='http://media2.shozu.com/cache/portal/media/51468a0/16777221_journal'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p align='right'&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.shozu.com/portal/?utm_source=upload&amp;amp;utm_medium=graphic&amp;amp;utm_campaign=upload_graphic/'&gt;&lt;img border='0' alt='Posted by ShoZu' src='http://www.shozu.com/resources/messages/logo_blog.gif'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-351699688702397580?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/351699688702397580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=351699688702397580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/351699688702397580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/351699688702397580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/07/meh-in-hat.html' title='Meh in a hat. '/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-2288823257214419592</id><published>2008-07-01T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:58:04.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post.</title><content type='html'>Oh my god. It really feels good being single. Soo good. I plan to keep it this way for a while. :) And I can't believe it, another friend just confessed today that he liked me! :S At least now I feel I'm wanted. Haha. But well, we don't know each other that well and he's leaving for Australia in February. So we'll just leave it like it is. It's more comfortable that way too. Speaking of Wanted, it was quite a good show. Angelina Jolie is hot. But she lost some weight, her cheeks are kind of sunken now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-2288823257214419592?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2288823257214419592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=2288823257214419592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/2288823257214419592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/2288823257214419592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-post.html' title='Random post.'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-1652427278743334064</id><published>2008-05-31T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T05:20:38.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it. I've finally detached myself from that relationship, but I feel worse right now. I'm even having thoughts like, why was I even born? My brother's having problems, I can't get to know someone new without getting shit from other people, and my grades suck like hell. I'm 21, but I'm still a kid. I feel like I can't do anything right! Seriously. God should just let me die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-1652427278743334064?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1652427278743334064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=1652427278743334064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/1652427278743334064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/1652427278743334064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/05/useless.html' title='Useless.'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-3276247084106291464</id><published>2008-03-24T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:14:47.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So close...</title><content type='html'>This is scary... To have something happen to a friend all of a sudden. Kelwin, my group mate, is in hospital from a head injury sustained while playing soccer. He had a concussion and he's still in the ICA, which, according to David, is less serious than being in the ICU. Still, it's bad enough. Ivy and I are planning to visit him during the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-3276247084106291464?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3276247084106291464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=3276247084106291464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/3276247084106291464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/3276247084106291464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-close.html' title='So close...'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-4470201760588074150</id><published>2008-02-24T21:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:30:19.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/R-dyv6WE03I/AAAAAAAAAAo/9OHN3SxyJrU/s1600-h/Juno.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/R-dyv6WE03I/AAAAAAAAAAo/9OHN3SxyJrU/s320/Juno.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181236063754310514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched &lt;i&gt;Juno&lt;/i&gt;, and I kept on crying during the second half of the movie. Couldn't stop. I'm so glad that nothing of this sort happened to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-4470201760588074150?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/4470201760588074150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=4470201760588074150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/4470201760588074150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/4470201760588074150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/02/juno.html' title='Juno'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/R-dyv6WE03I/AAAAAAAAAAo/9OHN3SxyJrU/s72-c/Juno.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-2480330896011384873</id><published>2008-02-23T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T07:18:10.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling rather unwell lately. I don't know if it's the effects of the antibiotics, stress and loneliness combined. I realised that I may just start crying all of a sudden these days, when I'm alone. I don't know why either. My head's spinning as I write this, and I'm crying for God-knows-what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-2480330896011384873?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/2480330896011384873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=2480330896011384873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/2480330896011384873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/2480330896011384873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/02/sick.html' title='Sick.'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-7528798457911427043</id><published>2008-02-05T01:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:52:14.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please.</title><content type='html'>Please. Anyone who's reading this. Stop me from going back. Stop me from relenting. Stop me believing every word he says. I wish to get out. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-7528798457911427043?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/7528798457911427043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=7528798457911427043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/7528798457911427043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/7528798457911427043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/02/please.html' title='Please.'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-8619387189080309971</id><published>2008-02-04T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:47:30.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme sian-ness.</title><content type='html'>I was so afraid that he would stop treating me right, that it was just a move to get me back. Then he'd revert to his old self. Well, he did. He did. What's all the talk about no more games? Here he is, playing DotA three weeks in a row. What's all the talk about controlling his temper? Here he is, getting annoyed because I confronted him about things he did wrong. Where have all those promises of being a new man gone? He still treats me the same, before he tried to get me back. I have been treating him more than decently. I prevented myself from getting upset about most things that he would consider little. I showered love on him. Did he reciprocate? Only occasionally. I just feel more and more sian with each passing incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for not having the courage to climb out of this cesspit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-8619387189080309971?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/8619387189080309971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=8619387189080309971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/8619387189080309971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/8619387189080309971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/02/extreme-sian-ness.html' title='Extreme sian-ness.'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-6457476894221888599</id><published>2008-01-07T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T02:50:17.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggles...</title><content type='html'>I love Piggles. Piggles, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/R4ID1JsvkQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JGCUVRjyoCI/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/R4ID1JsvkQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JGCUVRjyoCI/s320/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152685135336804610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-6457476894221888599?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/6457476894221888599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=6457476894221888599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/6457476894221888599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/6457476894221888599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2008/01/piggles.html' title='Piggles...'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/R4ID1JsvkQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JGCUVRjyoCI/s72-c/DSC00075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-836190279597499038</id><published>2007-12-25T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T07:20:19.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone</title><content type='html'>Someone gave me a Piggles last night. Someone helped me find my poor bun. Someone said, "Merry christmas eve, and a happy 1 and a half years" to me. Someone who hurt me told me he was sorry. Someone who seemed to regret his actions told me to wait after 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't cry for that someone. I just didn't feel enough. But I really wish he'd mend his ways. For his own good, and not mine. That someone cried, for the first time. I'd never seen or heard him cry before. He sounded just like a sad, little boy over the phone. He said he felt extremely lost. I think that even when I was around, he was wandering with little sense of direction, in his own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggles is really cute. I don't know why, but I love him. He doesn't have that classic pig snout. Instead, he merely possesses a pink snub for a nose. I thought of throwing him into the white box immediately after I got him, but the thought vanished when I held him in my hands, with his wide innocent eyes staring up at me. The price I paid for him is 1 and a half years of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-836190279597499038?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/836190279597499038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=836190279597499038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/836190279597499038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/836190279597499038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2007/12/someone.html' title='Someone'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-3265597360533587709</id><published>2007-12-19T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T06:08:34.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's empty</title><content type='html'>Tried to take a picture&lt;br /&gt;Of love&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd miss her&lt;br /&gt;That much&lt;br /&gt;I want to fill this new frame&lt;br /&gt;But it's empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to write a letter&lt;br /&gt;In ink&lt;br /&gt;It's been getting better&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;But its empty&lt;br /&gt;Its empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Empty" by Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it. And I feel empty. There's not much feeling left anymore. Even my sadness seems so hollow. My tears don't know why they're falling out. For love, given too freely? For the care and concern that they missed sorely? Or for the time wasted, only to experience sorrow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may tell me, it's about time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel sadness when I hear that. Where's the relief? I need it, but I don't see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-3265597360533587709?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3265597360533587709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=3265597360533587709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/3265597360533587709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/3265597360533587709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-empty.html' title='It&apos;s empty'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-5619567708620283647</id><published>2007-11-29T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T17:33:39.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So worried...</title><content type='html'>He didn't go home last night. There was no one at his place. And his handphone is still off. I managed to get through at 3 AM, but after that he turned it off again. I didn't really sleep much. I went to bed at 12, woke up at 2+, slept at 5+, and woke at 9. I talked to David for those 3 hours, and he made me feel better. But this morning I can't stop the tears from flowing again. Where is he? His friends have no idea where he is, nor did he contact them at all. I really am at a loss. I sent him so many messages but he never replied to a single message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-5619567708620283647?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5619567708620283647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=5619567708620283647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/5619567708620283647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/5619567708620283647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-worried.html' title='So worried...'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-1927568354519063305</id><published>2007-11-29T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T03:33:29.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had no idea it would feel this bad.</title><content type='html'>I think I just broke up with him. For real. And all of a sudden, I don't want to. I've been crying my eyes out for more than 3 hours now, although it really feels much longer. I suddenly feel that I can't do without him. And there's this pain in my chest that won't go away.He just left my house and didn't come back.  I don't know where he is. I can't contact him, and I feel terrible. I miss him like crazy, and I'm very sorry I brought it up, and asked him to leave. I ran out to check the bus stop, but he wasn't there. I've called up or messaged all his friends, and they haven't seen him or heard from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't leave just like that in the past. He must really have given up. Right before he left, he told me, "You've changed." I don't know about me, but I guess his feelings for me also has changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go and look for him right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know why, but I actually contemplated suicide just now. It was so sweet, and tempting. Just to be selfish and ignore everyone else's feelings for my own suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I to study for my exams? My head's so messed up right now, I can't think of anything else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-1927568354519063305?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1927568354519063305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=1927568354519063305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/1927568354519063305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/1927568354519063305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-no-idea-it-would-feel-this-bad.html' title='I had no idea it would feel this bad.'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-3954532169522261435</id><published>2007-05-01T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:04:45.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's this flicker of doubt?</title><content type='html'>Why do I feel so empty all of a sudden? Am I really blinded, as he said? Is my sense of judgment really warped by love? I don't want to be wrong. I don't want to wake up one morning and see a person I can't spend the rest of my life with lying beside me. My dear friends, do you see what he sees? Do you agree? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think it would be so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-3954532169522261435?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3954532169522261435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=3954532169522261435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/3954532169522261435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/3954532169522261435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-this-flicker-of-doubt.html' title='What&apos;s this flicker of doubt?'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-266608310595644167</id><published>2007-04-23T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:54:00.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of the quarrelling that never ceases, The Attitude (sometimes), and lack of energy (or drive). Is this a universal couple thing? I know at least one friend who can relate with me. Am I waiting too long, or harbouring false hopes that will never be realised? Only God knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-266608310595644167?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/266608310595644167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=266608310595644167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/266608310595644167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/266608310595644167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2007/04/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-1378359575659008148</id><published>2007-04-19T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T01:15:14.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/7_4/if8148_925070e8327264012jod48" width="202" height="454" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-1378359575659008148?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/1378359575659008148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=1378359575659008148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/1378359575659008148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/1378359575659008148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2007/04/lol.html' title='Lol.'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-3704068217021741960</id><published>2007-04-19T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:30:58.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Wiggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/RicW70EmwCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rkS7_r6v45g/s1600-h/SP_A0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/RicW70EmwCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rkS7_r6v45g/s320/SP_A0310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055034323592724514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is Mr. Wiggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other pictures of mine can be found at http://gohruyin.spaces.live.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-3704068217021741960?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/3704068217021741960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=3704068217021741960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/3704068217021741960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/3704068217021741960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2007/04/mr-wiggles.html' title='Mr. Wiggles'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_i5kwhtLDcGo/RicW70EmwCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rkS7_r6v45g/s72-c/SP_A0310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841070108393074862.post-5324838500753383854</id><published>2007-04-19T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:10:15.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left in Pandora's Box, was Hope.</title><content type='html'>The distant future seems even farther away. Prospects appear bleak. Differences become even more significant. Initially, it was Hope which sustained me. And Trust, and Promise. Now these have fallen away, leaving naked Hope. Hope seems small and tinny without its guardians, utterly insignificant and abandoned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so stubborn? I used to think that low educational qualifications were alright, as long as my partner worked hard to climb up. Where did all those promises of reform go to? I like to think that you'll make it in the end, and that I wasn't wrong about you. However, as time passes, my patience grows thin. You want, and need money. You need better job prospects, and a better future resume. So work your way up. Start from the bottom if you can't cut the queue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sober up. Be realistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6841070108393074862-5324838500753383854?l=razzberrie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/feeds/5324838500753383854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6841070108393074862&amp;postID=5324838500753383854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/5324838500753383854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6841070108393074862/posts/default/5324838500753383854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://razzberrie.blogspot.com/2007/04/left-in-pandoras-box-was-hope.html' title='Left in Pandora&apos;s Box, was Hope.'/><author><name>Ruyin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
