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  <updated>2004-08-16T01:05:26Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:piccilipuff:1400</id>
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    <title>kwjshm pnxxnsl</title>
    <published>2004-08-16T01:05:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-16T01:05:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*You might think the subject is random, but it serves a purpose later on &amp;gt;.0*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BEFORE YOU GO, YOU BETTER CLEAN YOUR ROOM, AND PRACTISE PIANO. WHEN YOU GET BACK, YOU'D BETTER MOW THE LAWN OR YOU'RE NEVER GOING OUT AGAIN. EVER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a typical asian mother would say when she finds out her son is going to pacific mall once again. Oh well, at least I could say it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having woken up early to finish everything so that I could go today, I was totally unexpected for what happened today. Praying that I wouldn't make a fool of myself in front of her &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~furai"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;, I waited at the bus stop. ^^; She was right there, on time. We were anxious to get to Pacific Mall as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a place so many times that you'd just say *blah* if you had to go there again? I did, and Pacific Mall was that place. Thankfully, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~furai"&gt;she&lt;/a&gt; was with me, who made everything so much more enjoyable. We enjoyed a few laughs, a few *cough*, and bubble tea as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could anyone go to a mall without stopping at an arcade? ^^ ParaParaParadise is fun when someone is there cheering you on. After a few humiliating defeats in SCII (and after some shopping around) we decided to head for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate sunday bus services. However, this time it wasn't so bad. Why you say? Is it because I caught every single bus on time? Nooooooo. This was the first time I'd done *kwjshm pnxxnsl* and it was on the subway (mwahahahah you'll have to decode what that is first). Well, if you ever figure it out, leave a comment. Signing off cause I'm tired after mowing the lawn ^^;;; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hopefully, this entry is shorter than last times entry) xD</content>
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    <title>time passes so fast --;</title>
    <published>2004-08-12T03:34:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-12T03:34:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow, it's funny how time passes so fast when ur with the ones you love, yet so slow when they're not with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a chance to see &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~furai"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; again, at Fairview mall ^^. We got to the library at 12, and it took us around 20 minutes to decide on a book to borrow (but it only felt like 1 minute had passed). Also, there was this really mean fat chubby security guard there, telling us to be quiet or he'll throw us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, lunch time! Arby's seemed like a good choice. However, since it was around the lunch hour, there were no empty seats. We politely asked this guy sitting alone in a four seat table if we can sit beside him (later, when he left, some guy kept tapping me and asked if he could have that seat). Lunch was... well... slow, but fun nonetheless and although we took like 45 minutes to eat, it really felt like 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I suppose the best part was going home. ^^; it's so cute when someone sleeps on you in the subway station, and I'm just glad that I wasn't the one that was tired. We waited for the Leslie bus, the one that travelled north (I think) and there we had a really really fun time ;). We skipped a few buses so that we could spend more time with each other. When we arrived at &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~furai"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; house, a final kiss and wave, and I was off to my own house. All this took around 75 minutes, yet felt like 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, off to my house, all alone today. The surprising thing was that although it only took me 45 minutes to get home, it felt like DAYS without &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~furai"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson today, go everywhere with the ones you love. That way, time passes quickly and we don't need to rely on alcohol to get through our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pssst, meteor shower at 2, and I really want to watch it with &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~furai"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;, but, as we're not together, I have to watch it alone T_T. Oh well, if I see it, I'll wish that we can spend more time together)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:piccilipuff:535</id>
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    <title>piccilipuff @ 2004-08-10T12:49:00</title>
    <published>2004-08-10T16:45:45Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Hmmmm, maybe Bell's services isn't so bad. They sent a technician over a day early, which means one less day of modem usage. The best part is, it made my Wednesday free, so that (maybe?) I could go out with &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~furai"&gt;  her&lt;/a&gt; a day earlier ^^, which can never be a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, piano exam coming up in just 1 and a half hours. If I fail, I'll have to listen to my parents bitch at me for hours everyday. "I TOLD YOU TO PRACTISE, WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN. YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ANYTHING WE SAY, etc etc." *runs off to practise*</content>
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    <title>modems --;</title>
    <published>2004-08-08T22:59:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-08T22:59:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Rant time: (probably no one reads it anyway)&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Bell Sympatico sent me a faulty modem (which left me no internet connection and no msn for the last 5 days), I've had to rely on my 56k modem for internet access. Now:&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;bold&gt; HATE &lt;/bold&gt; modems. Loading up a webpage takes forever, and especially the Bell Sympatico troubleshooting page (how ironic). Also, loading up a 3mb flash presentation was... let's see... *takes a shower, eats lunch, practises piano* o yay, it's 10% done&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* not the best first update... but then again... it'll probably take me a year to update this entry so f*** the good first entry</content>
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