<?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-7196158891695576496</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:08:48.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>` ` dAiiSuKKii _`</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7196158891695576496.post-3000906774192976334</id><published>2007-03-31T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T08:54:34.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SToRY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I just read a very heartwarming story of a kid raising a few other kids.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is..::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hero of the 'Hood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"When you have to cope with a lot of problems, you're either going to sink or you're going to swim." - Tom Cruise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;By all odds, Mike Powell should never have survived. Addiction, drug pushing, prison or early death are the most likely cards dealt to street kids growing up in the "jungle" of South-Central Los Angelas - a violent combat zone of drug wars, gang slaying, prostitution and crime. But Mike's young life had a special purpose. For eight years, he braved terror and brutalization to keep the family of seven kids together. Incredibly, during that time, no one ever discovered that the only real parent the family had was just another kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;When Mike was born, his father, Fonso was in prison for drug dealing. Mike's fifteen-year-old-mother, Cheryl dropped out of school to support the baby. "Without you, my life could have been different," she later told Mike over and over. It was the guilty glue that would make Mike stick with her through the coming years of horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Fonso was released from prison when Mike was four, but instead of security, the six-foot-five, 300-pound Vietnam vet bought a new kind of fear into Mike's life. Fonso had severe psychological problems, and his discipline was harrowing. For minor infractions, such as slamming the door, he forced Mike to do pushups for hours. If the little boy collapsed, his father beat him. So fanatical was Fonso's insistence on school attendance that Cheryl had to hide Mike in a closet when he was sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Perhaps it was some dark premonition that drove Fonso to toughen up his young son and teach him self-reliance far beyond his years. Mike was barely eight when his father was murdered in a run-in with drug dealers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Overnight, the protection and income Fonso had provided were gone. It was back to the streets for twenty-four-year-old Cheryl, who now had three kids: Mike;Raf, age four; and Amber, one year. Life was bitterly hard, and another baby was on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It wasn't long before Cheryl brought home Marcel, a cocaine addict who terrorized the family even more than Fonso had. When Mike innocently questioned what Marcel had done with Cheryl's wages as a transit worker, Marcel broke the little boy's jaw so badly it had to be wired into place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Marcel soon got Cheryl hooked on cocaine, and the two would disappear on drug binges, at first leaving the children locked in the closet but eventually just leaving them alone for weeks at a time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cheryl had convinced Mike that if anyone found out what was happening, the children would be seperated and sent to foster homes. Remembering his father's fierce admonitions to "be a man," the eight-year-old became consumed by the need to keep his family together, no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;To make sure no one suspected anything, Mike began cleaning the apartment himself, doing laundry by hand and keeping his sisters fed, diapered and immaculate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He scavenged junk shops for hairbrushes, bottles and clothes, whatever they could affor, and covered up for his mother's absences with an endless litany of excuses. Cheryl and Marcel were soon burning through everything the family had in order to buy crack - even money for rent and the children's food. When their money situation became desperate. Mike quietly quit elementary school at nine to support the family himself. He cleaned yards, unloaded trucks and stocked liquor stores, always working before dawn or late at night so the smaller children wouldn't be alone while awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;As Cheryl and Marcel's drug binges and absences became longer and more frequent, their brief returns became more violent. Sinking deeper into addiction, Cheryl would simply abandon Marcel when his drugs ran out and hook up with someone who was better supplied. A crazed Marcel would then rampage through the slum appartment, torturing and terrorizing the children for information about where more money was hidden or where he could find their mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;One night, Marcel put Mike's two-year-old sister in a plastic bag and held it close. Without air. the toddler's eyes were bulging and she was turning blue. "Where's your mother?" the addict screamed. Sobbing, Mike and little five-year-old Raf threw themselves at Marcel again and again, beating on his back with small, ineffectual fists. In desperation, Mike finally sank his teeth into Marcel's neck, praying the savage tormentor would drop the plastic bad and pick on him instead. It worked. Marcel wheeled and threw Mike through the window, cutting him with shattered glass and breaking his arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cheryl's parent, Mabel and Otis Bradley, loved their grandchildren deeply, but they worked long hours and lived a difficult multiple-bus commute away, and could see them only rarely. Sensing the family was struggling, Mabel sent toys, clothes and diapers, never dreaming even the diapers were being sold by Cheryl for drug money. Although Mabel's constant phone calls and unconditional love became Mike's only anchor and support, he didn't dare tell her that anything was wrong. He feared his gentle grandmother would have a heart attack if she learned the truth - or worse, a violent confrontation with Marcel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The family was foced to move constantly, sleeping in movie theaters, abandoned cars and even fresh crime scences at times. Mike washed their clothes in public restrooms and cooked on a single-burner hot plate. Eventually, Cheryl and Marcel always caught up with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Despite the moves, Mike insisted the younger kids attend school, get grades and be model citizens. To classmates, teachers and even their grandmother, the children always seemed normal, well-groomed and happy. No one could have imagined how they lived or that they were being raised by another child. Somehow Mike had managed to sort through the good intentions but brutal methods of his father, and blend them with the loving example of his grandmother, to form a unique value system. He loved his family deeply, and in return, the children loved, trusted and believed in him. "You don't have to end up on the street," he told them. "See what Mamma is like? Stay off drugs!" Secretly he was terrified that his mother would one day O.D. in front of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Over the next few years, Cheryl was jailed repedly for possession and sale of narcotics and other crimes, and was gone for up to a year at a time. Our of jail, she continued to have more children, making the family's financial situation increasingly critical. Hard as Mike tried, it was becoming impossible for him to care for three new babies and support a family of seven kids at the same time. One Christmas there was only a can of corn and a box of macaroni and cheese for all of them to share. Their only toys for the past year had been a single McDonald's Happy Meal figurine for each child. For present, Mike had the children wrap the figurines in newspaper and exchange them. It was one of ther better Christmases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The young teenager now lived in constant anxiety, but still refused to fallinto the easier would of drug dealing and crime. Instead, he braved the dangerous streets late at night selling doctored macadamia nuts, which, to half crazed addicts, looked like thirty-dollar crack-cocaine "rocks." He knew he risked his life every time he took such chanced, but he felt he had few choices. In the nightly siege of gang and drug warfare, the odds were against him, though. By age fifteen, Mike had been shot eight times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Worse, his reserves of strength and hope were running dangerously low. For as long as he could remember, he had lived with relentless daily fears: &lt;em&gt;Will we be able to eat today? Will we all be on the street tonight? Will Marcel show up tomorrow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And after more than forty moves, it seemed they finally hit rock bottom. "Home" was now the Frontier Hotel, a filthy dive on Skid Row where pimps and prostitutes stalked the halls and drug deals went down on the stairways. The kids had watched a murder in the lobbt, and Mike was now afraid to leave them alone or to sleep. For the few night they had been there, he had stayed up with a baseball bat to kill rats as they crawled under the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Sleep-deprived and overwhelmed by stress, Mike felt crushed by the responsibilities of his life. It was 2:00 A.M. His brothers and sisters were huddled under a single blanket on the floor. Michelle, the youngest baby, was crying, but he had no food for her. They boy who had shouldered his secret burden for so many years suddenly lost hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Stumbling to the window in despair,Mike stood at the edge, steeling himself to jump. Silently asking his family to forgive him, he closed his eyes and took a last deep breath. Just then, a woman across the street spotted him and began screaming away. Mike reeled back from the edge and fell into a corner, sobbing. For the rest of the night, he rocked the hungry baby and prayed for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It came a few days later on the eve of Thanksgiving 1993, shortly before Mike's sixteenth birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A church outreach group had set up a sidewalk kitchen nearby to feed the hungry, and Mike took the children there for free sandwiches. So impressed were the volunteers with him and the polite youngsters that they began asking gentle questions. A dam deep inside Mike finally broke, and his story spilled out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Within days, the church group was at work trying to find the family permanent shelter, but no single foster home could take all seven children. Advised that the family would have to be separated "for their own good," Mike adamantly refused, threatening to disappear back into the jungle with the kids. The only person he trusted to keep the family together was his grandmother. Reluctantly, he finally told her of their life for the past eight years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Stunned and horrified, Mabel Bradley immediately agreed to take the children, but Los Angeles County social welfare system balked. Mabel was sixty-six, retired, adn the children's grandfather was diabetic. How could the Bradleys possibly cope with seven youngsters? But Mike knew better. He hid the children and refused to negotiate any alternative except his grandparents. Finally the social workers and courts agreed, and an ecstatic Mabel and Otis Bradley were granted permanent legal custody of the children. Somehow every child had survived unscathed. Nothing short of miracles, it seemed - and Mike's unfathomable strength and love - had kept them together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Mabel has sinced returned to work and now willingly commutes more than one hundred miles a dat, while Otis cares for the children. Mike works as many jobs as he can to help support the family, but smart, willing and honest as he is, only minimum-wage jobs are available. More than anyone, he realizes the value of education and is working on his GED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;His dream is to someday start a small company that can simultaneously employ and counsel street kids like himself who are without the traditional education and skills to make it in the normal work world, but who don't want to be forced back to street life because they can't find work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Mike is also dedicated to reaching other inner-city kids through his music. A talented singer and songwriter, he writes inspirational rap with his own unique message of hope. Having seen so many kis die in his young life, he wants desperately to reach those who might live. "Surviving is against the odds, but it happens, and we have to get that message out. If a thousnad people hear me and two kids don't get shot, don't deal, don't die, then we've done something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;There is little time to sing right now, though, for Mike and his family are still struggling themselves. But Raf, Amber and Chloe are now stepping proudly into Mike's big shoes to do their part at home. They are the three oldest street babies he raised - and taught to live with courage and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;They remember well all of Mike's words, whispered fiercely to them over and over during the bad times, during the many moves when, each time, they had to leave everything behind: "Whatever you have, be grateful for it! Even if you have nothing, be grateful you're alive! Believe in youself. Nobody is stopping you. Have a goal. Survive!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mike Powell will have his company for street kids some day. And there will be time, later, for the rest of his dreams, too. Mike is, after all, only nineteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Paula McDonald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Adopted from, "Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul II"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jack Canfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Mark Victor Hansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Kimberly Kirberger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;END ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Nice right?.. Very touching worhh.. ((x&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/7196158891695576496-3000906774192976334?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/3000906774192976334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=3000906774192976334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/3000906774192976334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/3000906774192976334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2007/03/story.html' title='SToRY!!!'/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-1113637998166096121</id><published>2007-03-31T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T21:11:04.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blogging again ! ~ ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got the sudden interest to learn DRUMS ! WOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the 'Arts Nite' is on 9June. ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..I have nothing to blog about ! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claire likes Sean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or vice-versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol. What am I talking about -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOTHING TO BLOG ABOUT !~ ));&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who is willing to teach me piano or drums ));&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or type..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm just being lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-1113637998166096121?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/1113637998166096121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=1113637998166096121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/1113637998166096121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/1113637998166096121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogging-again-i-got-sudden-interest-to.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-7736684331249299236</id><published>2007-03-28T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:30:52.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sddsdasdasda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wahh, my blog dying liao eh? ... QUICK ! CPR ! Lol. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;23 March 2007 Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unlucky cans. Fell and sprain my leg at the bus stop while waiting for bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So many people look at me )); So embarress neh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then I found out later that my leg bone was out of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was swollen leh. O: Then ... pain lor . Lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;25 March 2007 Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WEEE ! Grandma's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Went to Kbox for celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Woah, buffet. O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But the food look so fattening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[[ buffet&gt; in chinese&gt; not fat. ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lol. Then all sing like mad people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My cousins and even my uncle sorta did a few dances when the other people were singing =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How embarressing... but lucky not public =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[[Wow, I'm getting sucky at blogging. I don't know what to write ));]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;26 March 2007 Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Because of my swollen foot, I could not have P.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Quite happy that I didn't have to suffer like the other guys^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wow, we were brought to the GYM for the first time in GMSS ==''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And, as expected, NOISE POLUTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The ear-numbing sound of the metals knocking against each other were like, EEK &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then the D.M. could not bear with it any longer and reprimanded us=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How dumb. Faith1-1 students getting scolded for noise level.-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We didn't have Miss Lam's science lesson ! HOORAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No science ! [[ For your information, Miss Lam is a terrible teacher, she takes up our after school and recess time. She said we always chatted about nonsense in class. How ironic, she goes off-topic most of the time. Yes, she made us stay back to listen to her crap. =x ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We then went to the hall during her period for some performance by 'Pastance',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a musical group that specializes in music of the Medieval times. They showed us the old instruments, like the harp and the crumhorn e.g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After their amazing performance, we had to go for lunch and meet again in the hall for a chinese talk on history or something. But, luckily, YongLiang and I got to skip the excruciating boredness and instead, go for Band, our CCA. What fun I thought it was to practise my instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;For the people who don't read my old posts [RawR] , I play the flute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I love the sophistication and the challenge of playing my 'holed-metal'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I thought to myself, if I mastered the complicated flute, what honour I would receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;To my horror, the band instuctor actually thought us about how to fix and clean our instruments. Ohh, the boredom, how terrifying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[Okay, I read too much novels and now I'm writing like it=='']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;In the end, I got to learn 2 new notes ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm begining to be fond of reading. Oh no! O: I'm becoming nerd !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lol. Reading is fun. I also realised that I love using complicated words ! WAHAHHAHA! ;DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh yeah, anyone interested to go to my school's ''Art's Nite'' known to be held on the end of June? At 7pm~9pm. Please tell me if interested ! ^^ Thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-7736684331249299236?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/7736684331249299236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=7736684331249299236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/7736684331249299236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/7736684331249299236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2007/03/sddsdasdasda_28.html' title='sddsdasdasda'/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-2363919399332686895</id><published>2007-03-10T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:31:55.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WEEEE ! ~ I'm in again ! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday very sad leh ! Miss Soh leaving us lerhz. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So fast . Go EastSpring .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EAST SPRING FASTER BREAK DOWN ! LOL xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then the Miss Lam is so dammit !@ Take our time leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep talking rubbish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teach Science become talking about toothbrush =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What the hell.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Say we very noisy somemore ! RAWR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wahh , holiday alot homework leh .. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;English one whole stack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and I failed my D&amp;amp;T ! LOL !! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Can't expect much from a noob ~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then don't know which idiot anyhow say I like Jasmine Kee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What the hell !?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't like her okay .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That time say I like Kelly now say I like Jasmine .zz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eh, don't know if I should join CampusSuperstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My friend ask me join o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But boy and girl different days .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Any guys want join with me ? O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MAPLE PATCH SO LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG !!! ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then got error =.= .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Currently downloading manual patch =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I know you hate seeing me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'll try my best not to let you see me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yes I love you , but love is not being with you love one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It is making your love one happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I will try my best to make you happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-2363919399332686895?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/2363919399332686895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=2363919399332686895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/2363919399332686895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/2363919399332686895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2007/03/lol.html' title='LOL~'/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-1764166016300182420</id><published>2007-03-05T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T16:54:42.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdasd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finally I can login to the stupid blogger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;TODAY ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cross Country worhh , at Bedok reservoir ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I went downstairs and saw Regina ! ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We went together to the bus stop near GMS(P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We were waiting for Shawn Tan ~ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Regina called Shawn .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;--Conversation--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Regina : Shawn , where are you ? Faster come leh ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MingLi : Ya lor , we wait until so sian liao leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shawn : I'm coming la , so impatient =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MingLi : Faster hor , Regina want to 'da bian'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Regina : I didn't say lor ! *denies she wants to 'da bian'*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me : MingLi , how can you anyhow say , slap you arhz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MingLi : *Ignores ME* 'Kuai dian' Regina 'ren bu zhu le' ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Regina : Don't listen to MingLi talk rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shawn : Okay , I'm coming ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                   --END--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After that , we laughed like mad ! LOL! It was so funny lar . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;MingLi keep teasing her , say : 'Yao ren zhu'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lol...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Finally , Shawn came ! Woah , rich leh got family car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When we go in , woah silence. Lol. So unlike US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then Regina like keep saying I like Wanting. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyhow say , you like Shawn ar =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We finally reached ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When MingLi saw LiJun she immediately say : 'Ke ai de' LiJun ! Jovian got 'zai ni lai ma' ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We were like , diaoz .. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And when we were seated , Shawn said he want go 'da bian' =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Regina 's fault ! Haha ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then we were like 'guai'-ing Regina .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After 30 minutes of sitting on hard rock , the girls get to go first ==''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then next where the guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me and Willie decided to walk slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We saw lots of people run past us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then , we saw LOADS of people at one place , not running..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The race haven't started ! LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All the people run for nothing ! HAHA ! =x ( I so 'xing zai le huo' )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then the race finally started , me and Willie got sweets from Keefe ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks ! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then we were tired , we walked quickly to reach the water point where they gave out water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But , there was no more water left ! RAWR ! 'bai fei li qi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then , we decided to chiong for the next water point ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NO WATER AGAIN ! ARGHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then we so sian diao that we walked slowly ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then , the  sweet that Keefe gave us suddenly gave us POWER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then , CHIONG AR ! Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But after awhile , no more sweet =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Walk slowly lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the end , me and Willie got after 140 ! Lol. no sticker .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It was fun tough , and we will have free pizza tomorrow ! YEAHH!  xD Cool huh? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[ Kindly sponsered by PSG (Parent Support Group)] THANKS ! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After the walk , Me , Regina , Shawn , MingLi , YongLiang , Willie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;decided to go to Paya Lebar McDonald's , the post office there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It was a hard time hailing for cabs =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Regina 'stole' our cab ! AHHH!!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Slap you arhz !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Finally , a cab came and it was irony that we reached the place first =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MingLi could not come with us as she got a dental appointment. T-T Sad . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I won't miss you ! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shawn and Regina finally bade MingLi farewell and came ! WEEEEE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After eating , us guys went to play playground ! (I know we're lame xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We walked there ! O: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was a great time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now go tag blog lerhz ! BYE ~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I gave her up , I wish her happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-1764166016300182420?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/1764166016300182420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=1764166016300182420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/1764166016300182420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/1764166016300182420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2007/03/asdasd.html' title='asdasd'/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-8952269760903838853</id><published>2007-02-11T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T08:44:26.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah .</title><content type='html'>WEEKEND AGAIN !! Posting time ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Monday 5 February 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Argh . Stupid band instructor mr ng... He say my lips cannot play flute , want me play trombone . What the hell lor!? Didn't even let me try! I bet he just showing off =x ... The trombone very terrible 1 ! So hard to blow and so , smelly =x I was training on the outer part of the band room . The trombone so heavy lor ! Must put on my shoulder , siao ar? I just had P.E. in the morning leh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Disgusting fella =x After a LOOOONG while , we finally could go in to the air-conditioned inner part of the band room . YongLiang was playing the flute , I was like , why he can play I cannot ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Luckily , a guy who was playing the flute saw my 'cool' trombone and felt like trading , so , WE TRADED ! YAY FLUTE ! ^^b . I tried the flute , but I didn't make any good sounds , after all , I'm a greenhorn in that area . YongLiang can make sound leh ! *Applause* The person I traded with could play the trombone and produce a good sound ! YAY ! Good for you ! Then , I went home with YongLiang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tuesday 6 February 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went to the 'Drop In Centre' after school with YongLiang and a new-made friend , Willie Ong , met him through YongLiang . When we reached , we saw the 'terrible' Felicia , Jelene , Shu Ting and 1 more guy which I don't know the name . Felicia and the boy was playing some wierd game on the pool table. Looks fun tough wierd . I went to see Jelene playing the piano , she was playing a song we were going to sing in chapel . Felicia was singing . Then Jelene and I started talking to each other for the first time ! o_O YAY ! New friend !! Again ! 2 in one day ! Then , ya ... ^^ Zhu qin yi . Lol .. Willie teach me 1 =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thursday 8 February 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Went eating with YongLiang after school , Willie , Casandra Ai Zhu , Joy , Kelly and Germin suddenly come O_O . After eating VERY SLOWLY , Joy and I played the 'arena' . LOL , and I won ! Not surprised =x Then after MUCH persuasion , we all went to the 'Drop In Centre' ! Then play play whatever , then Jelene not coming , she got piano practise . Aww ... ain't it sad .. Then all of them go except YongLiang and Willie. Play play play , and go home with another new friend ! ShuTing and Sean (not Sean Wong).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Friday 9 February 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;IT lesson today .. Joy , Germin , Gladys , Zion , Charles and Alson play truant ! ORHOR ! Who cares . Jelene wanted to go DropIn de leh.. Then you all don't want . Humph. I also want go DropIn de lor ... Then Joy promise me to ask them come back to go DropIn . So , I went for IT lesson .. I learnt about how to move objects and duplicating .. Me and YongLiang also had fun . We opened alot of loud music =x After IT , me and YongLiang went to the DropIn Centre ! When we reached , Shu Ting going le . T-T Then me and YongLiang only .. Suddenly , when YongLiang was at the toilet , XiuPing came ! So sudden right? .. 'Yuan Lai' she got Chior then come down awhile . She play the drum quite good worhhs . After she left , a guy came . He played the pool . He throw the ball into the ball leh! Then when Elaine (Christian Ministry Staff) came in , she scold me and YongLiang for being noisy ! And say can only play the piano if you know how to play . What larh! Anyhow jump to conclusions , so terrible , you cannot judge a book by its cover hor !... In the end , it was 5pm , so we left . Jelene they all didn't come back for us ! So me and YongLiang got very 'pekcekted' and we went home. Just to find that Willie is at MacDonald's . So we decided to go meet him . When we reached 'Ho Ki Pao' , we saw Jelene ! And I 'scolded' her for pansehing us . Lol. =x Then go Mac , talk talk and go home . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PS: Someone please tell me if I spell Jelene's name wrongly.&gt;&lt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do I like J or T ? &gt;&lt;' All mixed up ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-8952269760903838853?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/8952269760903838853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=8952269760903838853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/8952269760903838853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/8952269760903838853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2007/02/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah .'/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-1277705215109639318</id><published>2007-01-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:35:37.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WEEE~~~ Weekend again , time to blog ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tuesday 16Jan2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great ! Except for geography ! BORING ! Can really sleep 1 neh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Stayed back after school , for doing the wall. And, you should have seen my desk , so nice worhh . Lol. Bhb . XiuPing came to help us decorate the class . She say I cute =.= Keep pinching my cheeks ... She keep singing songs and telling us stories , entertain us =.= She twist the Disney stories ... Lol... She hugged me , first time I got hug by a friend ^^ Thank You !~. She signed on my desk and ONLY my desk neh! =P Germin went mad today , again =.= Scary &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Alson didn't stay back to help us , RAWR ! Joy was , vulgar =.= . Kelly Racheal Ai-Chen Palmer TangXiuPing 's cousin !. Lol.~ XiuPing actually saw my class blog before , she say its nice leh ... (Of course ! I make de ma .. Lol . BHB ) . WOOOOO~ Love the S1 Pals ~ ^^ ALSON ANG ! You lucky today worhh , didn't do Maths W/S huh? Lucky today don't have Maths =P.XiuPing, come our class more often ! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Wednesday 17Jan2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;YongLiang like not get angry 1 lorhs ... =.='' He happy all the time 1... Stayed back again to do the class 'wall' . I go find XiuPing help us , but she say cannot ... then I saw her going home =.='' SO BAD NEH ! T-T jk ! xD. JOY AND GLADYS LIKE ZION ! WOOOOOOO~ Lol. WenHui jie keep flirting with Cha-les(Charles) Horhor ! Jie ~ Cannot worhh , Darrel angry le ... Lol. ~ In the end , left Germin , YongLiang and me =.= WE ALL WANT EXTRA CIP POINTS ! LOL xD The other group didn't finish the board , tomorrow is deadline leh ! HELLO!?!? =x The mahjong drop down somemore =.= At least Ivonna got help us today ! ^^ Thank You ~ . Wonder if Keith or Joel will come tomorrow ... Lol. ~ So many quarrels today... Angel , Jasmine and Joy cried ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I see girl cry will make me cry de neh ! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not much to blog about le , didn't write down xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Right now , I'd really like to say something to someone , I know you will understand . I won't hate you no matter what you do , I hope its the same for you to me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Message for [her](You will know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorry that I blamed you for something you have not done. I'm sorry that I wrote your name , I'm sorry for all the bad things I've done to you , I'm sorry , please forgive me , I admit that I jumped to conclusions , I admit that I'm irritating , I admit that I'm not fun to talk to anymore ... I admit I'm not worthy to talk to you ... I admit I broke my promise , I admit I'm gaining sympathy . Please put back your posts , everyone misses them , it brings back all the good memories , even tough some are bad... I don't know why you did that , but , please put it back... I hope not to upset you ever again ... Accept my apologies ... Adam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-1277705215109639318?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/1277705215109639318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=1277705215109639318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/1277705215109639318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/1277705215109639318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='a post'/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-5572563895348132198</id><published>2007-01-14T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:34:05.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you for reading My blog ~ ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You asked me to ask you whether I can copy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but when I asked last time , you said I can't ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but I still wanted to copy , so you said that its not your business whether I copy or not .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, If I asked you , this whole thing would repeat again, what's the point? If I ask you , You won't let me , But I still can copy !because you said Its not copyrighted and whatever , but now you want me to ask you , I know I'm being rude and all, but , whatever .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I didn't want to say his name , I really don't . I just forgot about the promise and said it , Sorry ... I know you're blocking me , if you think you're doing the right thing , then go ahead block me... As what my msn nick said , Hate me. I hope you will choose the right decision. I won't hate you in whatever you do , even if you say you hate me.I'm at fault , sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-5572563895348132198?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/5572563895348132198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=5572563895348132198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/5572563895348132198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/5572563895348132198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-you-for-reading-my-blog-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-5790294685505337452</id><published>2007-01-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:07:03.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~ Another week ((: Seems like I'll only post on weekends .. But NEVERMIND! =x Actually hor , I forgotten about most of the things that happened =x I will write journal to remind me of what to write on weekends from ... Monday onwards ? =x&lt;br /&gt;So... Now I'll just write about the things I ... remember? =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Okay ... I forgotton to call Alson Robin.. LOL! We had to discuss about the class deco today ... My group and Alson group do the back wall together . Then Germin angry so funny ! LOL ! Alson was like hiding behind me =.= She got so scary ma ...O: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lau po Lao gong shouldn't fight worhh.. LOL. ! Then on wednesday got IT lesson after school , in the com lab . Aircon so nice ((x . We learn about 'Macromedia Fireworks'. So cool ! Its like , I finally get to learn some software to make pics/siggy. And its not so 'chim' like Adobe Photoshop . =x I love the IT lesson ! ((x I just found out that the fireworks need $ ... =.= So I dl trailer ... =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hehe . On Tuesday hor ... I at bus stop with Ryan , wait for 5th bus? =='' Then saw Triscilla, WeiXin and YunCui ... Taking same bus as us ... When on the bus hor , WeiXin is like purposely make [her] stand beside me ... zz . Nothing better to do =/Then, when [she] move in hor , I also need to move in because people come up the bus ... =='' When reached , I was like in front of them =.= It was raining ... quite heavily... Then , I keep looking back at [her] .. xD When I reach a shelter , I took out my umbrella ( I was too lazy to do so before ((x). I thought to myself : " Should I shelter [her] home with my umbrella? Or should I give [her] my umbrella and run off ? Or should I ... not ... "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I paced around and finally decided on the 2nd option . But , when I looked back , she was gone . Like she disappeared or something ... I walked home in the rain ... I regretted not approaching her earlier ... I felt like hitting myself ... I cried ... Walked home, slowly ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haha ... enough of the sad stuff... I made friends with YongLiang ^^ He really should join drama lors =.= So good at it... LOL. He damn funny lor ... And... Germin's sccary &gt;&lt;'&lt;br /&gt;haha ... I go tag on Clauddia blog le ((: Bye~!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;adam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-5790294685505337452?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/5790294685505337452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=5790294685505337452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/5790294685505337452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/5790294685505337452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2007/01/weeeeeeeeeeeeeee-another-week-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-4037163206447902027</id><published>2007-01-07T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:41:12.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sorry people! Didn't post for so long ... Can't use com cause school start le ma ...  xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Alot to post leh ... But forgot =.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So... Tell you about S1CampDay bar ... It can't be really counted as a camp, because we didn't stay in the school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up . blah blah blah. Go school. Alot of talks ... then... We stay in hall with S1Pals for practising cheer and skit~. Then we do the cheer , the other class keep boo-ing us.. zz... So evil ...&lt;br /&gt;Then we see the script of the skit and Alson is Robin. Germin is Cinderella. Kelly is Goldilocks. The 2 girls will be fighting for robin's love!. I'm one of the extra customers =x. Then , we go for break. Come back then go to class... Play group work game. stupid pingpong thing . Put our bag then go the damn hall again =='' Go for games briefing. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Then go games... Play 1st game. is the web thing ...Its like the p5 camp that time. We need to go through the "web" to the other side... At first it was like very hard. But when we can't do it anymore, the person let us sort of . cheat =x. we all go through by the bottom 1 xD Then we go play the float pebbles thing. We are given straws(2kinds),Ice-Cream Sticks and tape. Then [her] class was like beside ours. I no group then join 1 girl's group =/ I was like looking at [her] all the time xDDDD Hahas ... We were given 15mins only =.= Then of cause we failed ((: Lol . Then next go to hall for plate game. [her] class beside ours again . Looking at [her] most of the time ... Then Alson was blindfolded and need to walk around the place and step the alphabets in order. Our points not very good so the prefec let us do our class cheer to bring up our points. We have to shout louder and better than the other class. Of cause, we won ((x. Then we go to play the next game , the memorise school core values thing . THEN! go play the cross river thing , which last time p5 camp also have before . Finally, the last game ! ... The "Make your class name with your butts, Making a butt dance" game. It was dumb.. And the stupid prefect go video the whole thing ... zz Idiot. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Finally go back to hall for dumb talks again =.= And after that go for TREASURE HUNT!  We thought it was going to be fun. But , it sux. So don't talk about it =/ We then go for Lunch . After lunch , we practise our skit ! The part when Germin and Kelly argue very funny.. It goes...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Germin : Did you know that I went out with Robin last night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kelly : No you didn't , Robin is MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Germin : Did you really think that Robin will choose you over me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kelly : What makes you so special besides you dropped your shoe? *laughes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Germin : Then what makes you so special that you eat porridge and have blonde hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAHA ! If you really see them say that really damn funny xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then they fight!  Lol. Then dumb things happen ... Lol .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We go to hall after that , Again!!. Rawr . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;THEN BLAH BLAH BLAH ! I shall skip the talks and go on to dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nothing much. Dinner is. Eat norhhs =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Go hall again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;For mini-concert .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;First, we perform our skit. I , as customer , sit on the chair at the stage and act natural. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then , we do class cheer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Of cause, Result . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;We didn't win anything .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;But, it was fun ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;THEN ! We do the dance thingy ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Okay lar . I like the song ((x .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THEN GO HOME with Ryan, Sam , Tim .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They were all like saying " Adam , just now you at stage sit opposite the girl hor , [she] see le very jealous leh." =='' -_-ll -.- =.=  =.='' &gt;&lt;" IDIOT !.. Then they also keep saying "Triscilla &lt;b&gt;LAU&lt;/b&gt; looking for you leh!" AS IF SHE WILL LOOK FOR ME! .. Don't Trash! =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then go home. sleep ... That's all =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now I go see My meis' blogs le ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;adam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-4037163206447902027?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/4037163206447902027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=4037163206447902027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/4037163206447902027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/4037163206447902027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-people-didnt-post-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-7419274643702358160</id><published>2006-12-30T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:26:20.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry people didn't post for so long ... Busy with class blog stuf =PP&lt;br /&gt;And also nothing to post about.... Nothing interesting happening lehhh ....&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'll just post about WanTing ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was in p1 and p2.. She seemed "gonggong". I don't wish to insult you xD&lt;br /&gt;Then, now , she seemed so.. Mature and "dongshi" . And... seeing her blog posts , makes me want to cry ... They're all so sad .. I don't want her to be like this ...Sad all the time . Be happy always .. Don't become like me .Done with WanTing... Not much huh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always . When some people do some things to make me angry , they know I will get angry , but they still do it in spite of knowing I'm going to be angry. Not that I won't get angry canns? Is I "ren zhu" 1 hor. When in p1 and p2 , I always get angry very easily . Then I found out that its not good to get angry. So I tried to cool myself down . Now , I learn to cool myself down easily.&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE. Its not that I won't get angry or sad or whatever . Is that I don't show my feelings to you all. I always show a happy face and attitude even tough I am very angry inside. I may not be happy all the time . Only sometimes I will show my anger or sadness when I'm really not in a good mood and I don't feel like keeping it all inside me . Its not I bhb or what, I think I'm like that. Whether you like me or not. You may thinkI'm irritating and all ... I'm just trying to gain attention, I don't want to be alone. I want people around me who show me they care. When I try to be irritating, I am just gaining your attention. Like me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam. hate me for all I care , because I'm already hated .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-7419274643702358160?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/7419274643702358160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=7419274643702358160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/7419274643702358160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/7419274643702358160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorry-people-didnt-post-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-9086175371373850170</id><published>2006-12-26T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:25:22.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYHEYHEY!!&lt;br /&gt;BAD WEATHER TODAY ! RAWR! B(&lt;br /&gt;Haha . I'm totally influenced =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....................... I maybe won't be online because school is starting!&lt;br /&gt;MUST WAKE UP EARLY! =x&lt;br /&gt;Stop this crap.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.( Copy from WanTing (x )&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH tomorrow buy boooks~ Hehe . Then. BUSY BUSY BUSY! Don't know with what =.=&lt;br /&gt;LALALA ! I'VE GONE MAD LIAO!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;xD I should really stop this crap =x&lt;br /&gt;I quite nervous leh . First day of Secondary School Life =/&lt;br /&gt;LALALA ! I'm doing this to calm myself down =x&lt;br /&gt;I'm crapping again .&lt;br /&gt;CRAP CRAP CRAP !=DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Okay I REALLY MUST STOP THIS !&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;LALALA ! There I go again =.=&lt;br /&gt;Haiis. Nothing much to write about today . So.. I'll just end here~&lt;br /&gt;I go read TiingS Post le xD See you ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-9086175371373850170?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/9086175371373850170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=9086175371373850170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/9086175371373850170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/9086175371373850170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/heyheyhey-bad-weather-today-rawr-b-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-6306457422430640496</id><published>2006-12-26T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:36:54.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I actually didn't post on Christmas OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Heh, gone siao again =x&lt;br /&gt;Well...I didn't do much yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;PLAY PLAY PLAY!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Must play more! If not School reopen very hard to play again xD&lt;br /&gt;I play until forgot to countdown with my friends T-T&lt;br /&gt;I regret missing it ... Once in a year neh! . Haiis....&lt;br /&gt;Then my HP confiscated le ... RAWR! My father say I call too much xD&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT!  =X&lt;br /&gt;RAWR! BAD WEATHER TODAY! B(&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll buy books tomorrow. =x&lt;br /&gt;And cut hair ....&lt;br /&gt;And buy bag...&lt;br /&gt;And buy shoes ...&lt;br /&gt;And buy stationary ...&lt;br /&gt;=.= so many things need to buy...&lt;br /&gt;zz... I go TAG LE! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-6306457422430640496?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/6306457422430640496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=6306457422430640496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/6306457422430640496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/6306457422430640496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-1655511472203169099</id><published>2006-12-24T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:38:11.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Christmas eve~! Merry Christmas! I want a White Christmas!T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe today will be the worst day of all...&lt;br /&gt;First , me , Tiings and claudia quarreled , all because I overeacted .&lt;br /&gt;Its all my fault ! I don't know what came over me ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Tiings and Claudia... Its the 2nd fight I had with Tiings now ...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want that to happen either. Don't ignore me pls...I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I played a shooting game that I played evryday .&lt;br /&gt;It is a german game but all the SGs played another server, different from the german.&lt;br /&gt;There is a few hackers in the game and they are sg people.&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday , they were only rank 1 , now? They are almost the highest rank! They hacked.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell!? Then a fight started . We were quarreling about not to hack.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 of them said that they did the hack only because they wanted the high rank clothes.&lt;br /&gt;But have they spared a thought for the other people playing?&lt;br /&gt;They played evryday just to try and get to that rank and to wear those clothes.&lt;br /&gt;And now? 1 day they are almost the highest rank le. And if the germans find out they hack , they might ban all of us SGs or maybe close down the game like the SG 1.&lt;br /&gt;(The SG version of the game closed down . I don't know the reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I'm a freak?&lt;br /&gt;Today is christmas eve,&lt;br /&gt;and it had to happened , these kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Tiings and Claudia,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me please, you must!&lt;br /&gt;I hope the game doesn't close down,&lt;br /&gt;like the SG version, its sad just to remember it now.&lt;br /&gt;I wish [she] will not hate me,&lt;br /&gt;but I know that will not happen, even if I plead.&lt;br /&gt;It seems this christmas will be like the past two years'&lt;br /&gt;not much to do, but can only think of [her].&lt;br /&gt;A white christmas I wished for so long,&lt;br /&gt;haven't come true even after singing so many songs.&lt;br /&gt;Again now I'm pleading,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me please, Claudia and WanTing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-1655511472203169099?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/1655511472203169099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=1655511472203169099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/1655511472203169099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/1655511472203169099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/todays-christmas-eve-merry-christmas-i.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-2452996333681037872</id><published>2006-12-23T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T14:25:05.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry people... so long didn't post. GOMEHNASAI!! =x&lt;br /&gt;Not my fault.. the stupid com won't let me login. siao liao =.=&lt;br /&gt;Well.. i finally login! RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR! Great Weather Today BD!&lt;br /&gt;Im influenced by wanting who was influenced by ben, her friend =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21dec :&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and went to school to get posting results...&lt;br /&gt;Well... before that, my friends go mac I can't go T_T&lt;br /&gt;Then Ryan call me, he say [she] is there , ask me whether want go or not =.=&lt;br /&gt;You think i don't want?... I can't la... Well... Then I met with them at school...&lt;br /&gt;I saw [her] =x [She] looked ok that day... Unlike the other girls, all the hair like sh!t =.=&lt;br /&gt;Before going in, I saw wanting worhh! I smsed her, "Hi ..."&lt;br /&gt;Then she was like, Silence her HP or something =/&lt;br /&gt;I went and sat with my friends , Ryan , Keefe , Samuel , Joey .&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Keefe , keep making me very . PEK CHEK! RAWR! KEEFE!grr...&lt;br /&gt;Eh, In the end , I didn't bring the chocolate... Because I thought [her] mom will be there then if I give her will be like so... awkward.&lt;br /&gt;Then they all like keep saying "Why you didn't go Mac!? [She] there leh!" or  " You stupid la , why didn't bring the chocolate? NOOB! "&lt;br /&gt;Then I very like fed up.. RAWR!! I HAVE MY REASONS LA ! HOW I KNOW WHETHER HER MOM GOING OR NOT?! SO MANY PARENTS GOING. Idiotz.&lt;br /&gt;Then the principal blabber alot rubbish then finally we go get out posting results.&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that our whole class going to GMSS! YAY! But tiings go CedarGirls T_T&lt;br /&gt;And Eiiko go Manjusri =.=&lt;br /&gt;T-T Nevermind , can still chat in msn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22dec:&lt;br /&gt;Went to my secondary school for what orientation thing .I think =x&lt;br /&gt;Go there le hor, saw Amelia =/&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad very funny , the prefect come and ask whether we got the number le then my dad say "Wheres the breakfast?" Then I was like , LOL! HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;The prefect answered "Er... I'm sorry but we don't have breakfast ..."&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LAUGHING LIKE SIAO LE ! actually not so kwa zhang =x&lt;br /&gt;My dad said "Why no breakfast for parents ?"&lt;br /&gt;The prefect was like  what the hell? this guy siao . she then say "We don't have breakfast but we have vending machines in the canteen , you can buy drinks there."&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! SO FUNNY =x&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Shen Tel =/&lt;br /&gt;We then go up to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Germin o.O (Tiings friend)&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she know me =.= But I somehow got her name from Tiings blog the photos =.=&lt;br /&gt;Then the principal blabber nonsense again then we go class! See form teacher :D&lt;br /&gt;Too bad form teacher didn't come , only saw 2nd form teacher, whatever that is =.=&lt;br /&gt;THEN! Fill in some stupid form, (didn't know GMSS so strict on hair =.= need P.Sign on the form of approval of like "My son/daughter  will only have these hairstyles or may the discipline misstress cut their hair." I was like , what the hell? =.= Siao liao.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Sean , Ling Xin , Amelia and Chang Er there ( Cheong Min)&lt;br /&gt;THEN! Was going to buy books de , but so many people =.= So Gai Tian barh.&lt;br /&gt;Heh , thats about all =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today :&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING MUCH! Just that go change uniform `cause it to big =.=&lt;br /&gt;Then later going Barbecue/Steamboat at cousin house :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem I found on the net :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a lump of gold,&lt;br /&gt;Hard to get, and hard to hold.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the girls I've ever met,&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that God above,&lt;br /&gt;Created you for me to love.&lt;br /&gt;He chose you from all the rest,&lt;br /&gt;Because he knew I would love you best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was good =/ Anyways , Thank You ! Whoever you are =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all... Didn't saw [her] in GMSS Yesterday T-T&lt;br /&gt;At least I can still see [her] during recess... Heard that [she] go Faith 1-4 o.O&lt;br /&gt;Anyways , going end here :D Now go tag on Tiings blog le =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-2452996333681037872?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/2452996333681037872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=2452996333681037872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/2452996333681037872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/2452996333681037872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorry-people.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-2148785858550658035</id><published>2006-12-20T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T19:06:55.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this poem from Tiings blog,&lt;br /&gt;its very touching, I cried reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy and a girl,the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;From elementary to high school from beginning to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all those years their friendship grew.&lt;br /&gt;They both felt the same&lt;br /&gt;but neither knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each waking moment since the day they met.&lt;br /&gt;They both loved each other sunrise to sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was all she had in her terrible life.&lt;br /&gt;He was the one who kept her from her knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was his angel,she made him smile.&lt;br /&gt;Though life threw him curves,she made it all worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day things went terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The next few weeks&lt;br /&gt;were like a very sad song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made her jealous on purpose he tried.&lt;br /&gt;When the girl asked, "Do you love her?"on purpose he lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played with jealousy like it was a game&lt;br /&gt;Little did he know&lt;br /&gt;Things would never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His plan was working but he had no clue&lt;br /&gt;How wrong things would go ,&lt;br /&gt;the damage he would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night she broke down,feeling very alone.&lt;br /&gt;Just her and the blade,no one else home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dialed his number,he answered, "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;She told him she loved him and hung up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raced to her house just a minute too late.&lt;br /&gt;Found her lying in blood,her heart had no rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside her was a note,in it her confession.&lt;br /&gt;Her love for this boy,her only obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he read the note&lt;br /&gt;he knelt down and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed her knife,that night they both died.&lt;br /&gt;She was found in his arms,both of them dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under her note his handwriting said:"I loved her so,she never knew.&lt;br /&gt;All this time I loved her too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-2148785858550658035?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/2148785858550658035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=2148785858550658035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/2148785858550658035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/2148785858550658035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-got-this-poem-from-tiings-blog-its.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-3371824495436057483</id><published>2006-12-20T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:53:29.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Ayumi Hamasaki - Jewel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;灰色の四角い　空の下 を今日も haiiro no shikakui sora no shiita wo kyou mo&lt;br /&gt;あらゆる欲望が　埋め 尽くす arayuru yokubou ga ume tsukusu&lt;br /&gt;その中で光を　見失わず　前を sono naka de hikari wo miushina wazu mae wo&lt;br /&gt;向いて歩けるのは　い つも　君が muite arukeru no wa itsumo kimi ga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この街の片隅にも　汚れのない kono machi no katasumi ni mo kegarenonai&lt;br /&gt;ものが残っている事　 教えてくれるから mono ga nokotte iru koto oshietekureru kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;疲れ果てた体で　眠りについた君を tsukare hateta karada de nemuri ni tsuita kimi ga&lt;br /&gt;僕は息をひそめて　見 ていた boku wa iki wo hisomete miteita&lt;br /&gt;世界中でただひとり　僕だけが知っている sekaijyuu de tada hitori boku dake ga shiite iru&lt;br /&gt;無防備で愛しい　横顔 muboubi de itoshii yokogao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当たり前のように　陽 射しが降り注ぎ atarimae no you ni hizashi ga furi sosogi&lt;br /&gt;優しい風揺れたある日 のこと yasashii kaze yureta aru hi no koto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;僕の中で　何かが　そ っと強く boku no naka de nani ka ga sotto tsuyoku&lt;br /&gt;確かに変わって行くの をひとり感じていた tashika ni kawatte iku no wo hitori kanjiteita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;悲しくなんかないのに 　涙がこぼれたのは kanashiku nanka nai no ni namida ka koboreta no wa&lt;br /&gt;君の思いが　痛いくら いに kimi no omoi ga itai kurai ni&lt;br /&gt;僕の胸の奥の　キズ跡 に染み込んで boku no mune no oku no KIZU ato ni shimikonde&lt;br /&gt;優しさに　変えたくれ たから yasashisa ni kaete kureta kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もしも　君が深い　悲 しみに　出会ったら moshimo kimi ga fukai kanashimi ni deattaro&lt;br /&gt;僕にも　わけてくれる といいな boku ni mo wakete kureru to ii na&lt;br /&gt;その笑顔のためなら　 なんだって出来るだろう sono egao no tame nara nan datte dekiru darou&lt;br /&gt;僕の大切な　宝物 boku no taisetsu na takaramono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;僕の大切な　宝物 boku no taisetsu na takaramono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-3371824495436057483?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/3371824495436057483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=3371824495436057483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/3371824495436057483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/3371824495436057483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/lyrics-ayumi-hamasaki-jewel-haiiro-no.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-5170712160388727777</id><published>2006-12-19T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T16:46:33.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Only if you keep it going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you die for your lover&lt;br /&gt;It will not be called eternal love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you died for her so your love is not eternal&lt;br /&gt;But you show that your love for her is far greater than a volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hold her hand , she feels your warmth&lt;br /&gt;When you let go of it , she feels the frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving her a box of chocolate , that is a sweet thing to do&lt;br /&gt;But if she thinks you want to make her FAT , then good luck to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving her flowers is not bad a choice&lt;br /&gt;But will she remember to keep them moist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling her everyday may show that you think about her&lt;br /&gt;But she may think you are an irritating lamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisper in my ears those three words I long to hear&lt;br /&gt;"I love you" to me , your lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem I made dedicated to love&lt;br /&gt;May your love last forever ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;br /&gt;copyRIGHTed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-5170712160388727777?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/5170712160388727777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7196158891695576496.post-466448612104608427</id><published>2006-12-18T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:56:43.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH! Tiings finally talk to me =D&lt;br /&gt;YAY so happy xD&lt;br /&gt;RAWR! Today's weather is great 8D&lt;br /&gt;oops tiings don't let me copy her "8D" T.T&lt;br /&gt;So many lame emos in msn=.= Lol.&lt;br /&gt;2nd post 2day =P&lt;br /&gt;Short posts tough =/&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to write..&lt;br /&gt;Hope [she] likes the chocolate I'm going to give her 8D&lt;br /&gt;Paiseh too tempting xD&lt;br /&gt;My imoutos all chio ! except for YunCui =P Okay... a little bar .(Later you all say I'm evil T_T)&lt;br /&gt;Tiings don't say you not chio hor! OR KORKOR ANGRY! RAWR! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-466448612104608427?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/466448612104608427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=466448612104608427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/466448612104608427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/466448612104608427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/yeah-tiings-finally-talk-to-me-d-yay-so.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-233985512326063151</id><published>2006-12-18T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T16:19:28.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blogskin .&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it :D&lt;br /&gt;I hope [she] likes the chocolate i'm going to give her...&lt;br /&gt;21 dec.. Last hang out with the people that are leaving gmps...&lt;br /&gt;Will my wish ever come thru? ...&lt;br /&gt;I doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-233985512326063151?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/233985512326063151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=233985512326063151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/233985512326063151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/233985512326063151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-people-i-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-2071700962534015427</id><published>2006-12-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:01:49.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd post of the day! first time xDD&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could chat with Tiings and Claudia like old times.&lt;br /&gt;And i hope that tiings would read this and not avoid me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old times. Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-2071700962534015427?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/2071700962534015427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=2071700962534015427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/2071700962534015427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/2071700962534015427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/2nd-post-of-day-first-time-xdd-i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-3710313445434369064</id><published>2006-12-17T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:52:04.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from HongKong.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, changed, brush teeth blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;Went with my dad to Changi Airport.&lt;br /&gt;Had a small breakfast there n briefing ==''&lt;br /&gt;Then boarded the plane :D&lt;br /&gt;Sat with my dad n a idiot beside me...&lt;br /&gt;Then the plane started n whatever .&lt;br /&gt;When it was lunched , i was served FishNoodles n my dad , Rice n some "toppings" :D&lt;br /&gt;The guy beside me was served rice(which he said he wanted) BUT when he got his food, he said he wanted noodles ! zzz such an idiot.Then, the air stewardess forgot his bun . The idiot shouted "Oie! Wheres my Bun huh?!"The air stewardess seemed angry n sort of threw the bun on his plate. The idiot said " WHAT IS THIS?! WHY DID YOU THROW MY FOOD!? SO RUDE!"&lt;br /&gt;The air stewardess then apologised again n again =.=&lt;br /&gt;I think the air stewardess accidently dropped the bun, BUT i won't mind too even if she did it purposely, because the idiot was rude to her at first .&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Monster House" on the plane. YAY! THE SHOW DAT I WANTED TO WATCH FOR SO LONG ! Hehe. it was nice x)).&lt;br /&gt;The plane landed.&lt;br /&gt;I tooked my bag and went to the arrival hall(i actually wrote dis =x)&lt;br /&gt;THEN ! evry1 (11 people that consist of 2 of my cousins family)&lt;br /&gt;Took taxi to "Hollywood Disneyland Hotel"We splited into 3 taxis&lt;br /&gt;When we reached, it was GREAT! the place is so grand n nice n... full of mickey mouse heads ==''&lt;br /&gt;Then the adults went to check in while the kids check out the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;We SAW GOOFY!! =DDD So cute n ... goofy? =X&lt;br /&gt;Took pics wif him.&lt;br /&gt;Then WENT TO OUR ROOMS!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;The rooms were very nice. GOT LCD LEH! xD&lt;br /&gt;We put down our luggage n prepared to go to DISNEYLAND! =D&lt;br /&gt;When we were there, it was raining! ARGH! we bought raincoats and umbrellas.. then took some pics n when to enjoy the fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks were great . n very bright x.X&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went for dinner! we took the HongKong MTR , which is better known as MRT in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;We went to some wierd place for dinner .&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOLE PLACE WAS AIRCONDITIONED ! EVEN THE STREETS!!! Actually, the temperature was like the aircon, so it seemed that the place was airconed xD&lt;br /&gt;We had STEAMBOAT! it was great~&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went back to the hotel to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;My aunt woke me up at 7am+&lt;br /&gt;All of the people had went down for breakfast, except for me n MY family...&lt;br /&gt;Me n my bro went down together for breakfast at the hotel's lobby&lt;br /&gt;We had BUFFET! Lol.Evry1 went mad and took alot of food ! HAHA! So full =.=&lt;br /&gt;We all went to DISNEYLAND after that(actually we checked out first and left our luggage at the hotel counter xD)&lt;br /&gt;When we were there, it started RAINING!! AGAIN!!! ARGH!!!!! STUPID RAIN~! zz&lt;br /&gt;We all took out our raincoats and umbrellas we bought yesterday and use them o.O&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures with GOOFY!! =DDD and Pluto =D (I find it wierd that a dog, Pluto, can stand up and wave =.=So unrealistic =/ Oh well, its a fantasyland after all xD)&lt;br /&gt;We took the train ride and moved to FantasyLand, where we watched the 4D movie! It was so fun!~ There was really water spraying at us and air blowing at us! HOW COOL IS THAT!?&lt;br /&gt;After that, the rain continued , so we had no choice but to leave T.T We only enjoyed the 4D movie , the train ride and the photos only =.=&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping at Ladies street after that . =/ bought a stupid racer jacket which is so thick =.= After a LOOOOOOOONG time, we went to another hotel and checked in.&lt;br /&gt;Slept with my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;My family woke me up and we went to take FERRY! We went to the departure hall and phoned the others, they were still sleeping=.= So, we went ourselves to ZhuHai.&lt;br /&gt;The ferry was not the kind of ferry i was thinking, i thought it would be some kind of BIG cruise =/ Haiis ... then I slept on the ferry... When we reached we checked in in a super old hotel.&lt;br /&gt;The place was very dark as it was going under renovation.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we walked around the streets and had a small lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my mathernal's parents place. It was a nice place its big even tough its a flat.&lt;br /&gt;My bro and I watched a movie there until we were going off to fetch the others that are coming too , by ferry.&lt;br /&gt;When they reached , we all went to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt said that the hotel was very dark and not good=.=&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the other hotel that was opposite us.&lt;br /&gt;Evry1 else checked in there. The place was, great ! So lively .&lt;br /&gt;I went to see 1 of the rooms, THEY WERE VERY NICE!! Dun want to stay on the other side liao xD&lt;br /&gt;So, we all went to a huge restaurant for lunch because they haven't eat =/&lt;br /&gt;The room was so big! It was a private room for us only =P&lt;br /&gt;The place had a massage chair and a LCD TV! Ahh!! So nice derh xD&lt;br /&gt;We went for shopping after that, at the super big er... Shopping place? =x&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring=/ The females there seemed very happy tough =.=&lt;br /&gt;Didnt buy anything =/&lt;br /&gt;We all went back to the hotel to sleep after the looooong shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;Day4:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late at 10 . No once cared because we were checking out late =/&lt;br /&gt;Went downstairs to have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the "Cheese baked rice with chicken steak"&lt;br /&gt;Did not eat the chicken xD hate it =[ But the rice was.. OMG so nice xDD&lt;br /&gt;We finished breakfast and went Shopping=.= again =.=&lt;br /&gt;I bought a nice shoe!! The design is so nice derh larh! Split leh... half black half white... SO NICE!!! OMGOMGOMG TOO NICE xDD I'm going to put different lace! WAHHAHAHA . Lol. im mad xD&lt;br /&gt;Then after very LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG walk at the place, we went to the chocolate shop! I bought a small box of chocolate for [her] . xDD See I'm so sweet Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to check out and go MACAU~!&lt;br /&gt;My dad called for a mini-bus.&lt;br /&gt;The bus brought us to the most Portugese restaurant there and we had dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;The place was filled with PinnochioS! What The! Stupid Pinnochio! Even the serviete have =.=&lt;br /&gt;(Dunno how spell serviete xD)&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the menu and saw that most of the dishes have CordFish! My fav xD ( I think the people CordFish-Mad le ==" )&lt;br /&gt;I ordered "Arrov flito de bacalhau" in other words , CordFish Fried Rice . (I even memorised the name=.=)&lt;br /&gt;Finished dinner and we went to a Casino where we took a few photos OUTside.&lt;br /&gt;We went to SandS Hotel after that. We went there for the water fountain performance.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the performance! It was great! =D&lt;br /&gt;We then chiong to Macau International Airport.&lt;br /&gt;We sat on Tiger Airways, budget airline because we already spent alot =.=&lt;br /&gt;The plane don't have numbers 1 , so its a "First come , First sit" plane. Lol. what am I saying=.=&lt;br /&gt;We were 2nd in line! YAY! we waited for about 1hour past the expected time ...&lt;br /&gt;Then finally 1 of the air stewardess came and told us that there will be a delay of 30mins or so .&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Evry1 was fuming! Stupid plane ! RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;Then, my cousin took out her SUPPER CUTE PIG! SO CUTE!!! xDD&lt;br /&gt;Finally we boarded the plane at about 2am.&lt;br /&gt;Then had noodles on the plane and sleep for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Then reached Singapore at about 6am.&lt;br /&gt;We took another mini-bus back home. I went to my cousin's place =D&lt;br /&gt;And I showered and slept... Until 4pm plus 2day.Then 5pm++ go ahma house for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;N so here i am now, writing my blog...&lt;br /&gt;THE END!Hehe i very lame.xD&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i still think of [her] even when i am overseas xD.Hope [she] will like the chocolate I'm going to give her :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-3710313445434369064?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/3710313445434369064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=3710313445434369064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/3710313445434369064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/3710313445434369064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-hongkong.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-1951722710096609278</id><published>2006-12-11T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:33:11.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I juz wanna say. im an idiot&lt;br /&gt;im juz trying to act cool&lt;br /&gt;im juz trying to gain attention when i sit alone in class during free time&lt;br /&gt;i love to kbkp&lt;br /&gt;i love to invite ppl in msn n irritate dem even tough i know their busy&lt;br /&gt;i love to insult ppl even tough i know its hurting&lt;br /&gt;i love quarreling wif frenz&lt;br /&gt;im de most irritating n f***ing person on earth&lt;br /&gt;i sux&lt;br /&gt;evry1 pls hate me&lt;br /&gt;bcoz im already hated by tris n tiings&lt;br /&gt;hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hated,&lt;br /&gt;adam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-1951722710096609278?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/1951722710096609278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=1951722710096609278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/1951722710096609278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/1951722710096609278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-juz-wanna-say.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-5993165035335617471</id><published>2006-12-08T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T16:17:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haiis... i relly wanna hav de feeling of having a REAL! gf ... but to do so i hav to giv up tris... but i still love her ... haiis .. having mixed feelings... i hate her... but i love her so much more... i dunno y she wud like dat stupid gerald. its not dat im jealous .its juz dat gerald... is a good fren... (well sorta) but he sux at relationships. he's a flirt. de oni serious relationship he had was wif amabel... wich he actually cried over her. (its de oni gurl he done dat for)N! he likes to snatch other ppls gfs... he still does it even if he knows dat his fren likes her... n waited so long for her... i dunno if i shud wait for tris or find myself another gf ? ==" ... i relly dunno... as i said. i hate her. but i love her so much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-5993165035335617471?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/5993165035335617471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=5993165035335617471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/5993165035335617471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/5993165035335617471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/haiis_08.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-6018405633716910570</id><published>2006-12-07T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T09:50:46.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPAM&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a conversation... ignore de "SPAMS" pls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SPAM&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ME:Er...M i still ur fren?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAM&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tris:stop disturbing me... dun sms me i very fed up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAM &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ME: dat is a no...u hate me... i sms u oni once u angry...how bout other ppl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAM&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...u oso not angry!nvm... u know i still like u but u purposely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAM&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;u say im crazy... ya i m , u drove me crazy...n u say we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SPAM&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can still b frenz...but...wad m i to u!? some idiot?!!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAM&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;u act asif u dunno me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAM&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im trying my BEST not to like u... u tink i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wanna like u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAM&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hate u...but.... i love u so much more... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAM&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CYC:adam... tris ask u dun DISTURB HER!pls , tnx for ur co-op &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAM&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n dun call or sms her. pls hor...ME: den asif no 1 message her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SPAM&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 sms say i irritating le... wad is dis?!is not my fault...its not fair to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SPAM&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; CYC:wadeva...juz dun sms her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF SPAMAGE&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wadde? dats obviously dat she is avoiding me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-6018405633716910570?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/6018405633716910570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=6018405633716910570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/6018405633716910570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/6018405633716910570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/spam-conversation_07.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-5793726556188455712</id><published>2006-12-04T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T10:59:31.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOMG!! juz woke up. from a dream. of HER. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was on an island den blahblahblah ... its sorta like ep18 of dnangel...(how riku n daisuke started de relationship...)go n see n u'll understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEtF3RyJ9bA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEtF3RyJ9bA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz keep dreaming of her...&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-5793726556188455712?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/5793726556188455712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=5793726556188455712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/5793726556188455712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/5793726556188455712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/omgomg-juz-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-8230489905023092277</id><published>2006-12-03T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:24:40.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all~ 2day im gonna start a survey =P&lt;br /&gt;(coz i've nth to post bout 2day ==")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1.Craziest thing u've said.&lt;br /&gt;Er... "i love my boyfren?"juz for fun nia. not dat im gay =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Kissed sum1.&lt;br /&gt;Er... no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Slapped a fren? name his/her name.&lt;br /&gt;Er... once, amelia . Coz Tim provoke me =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Craziest thing u've done.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Cried while sleeping o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Person u had a crush on.&lt;br /&gt;Triscilla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Latest time u went bak when u were out wif ur frenz.&lt;br /&gt;Er... 10:30pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Ever stayed overnight wif ur frenz?Name de place n de frenz u were wif.&lt;br /&gt;Yea... Chalet; Keefe , Cyc &amp; Tris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Silliest thing u've done.&lt;br /&gt;Sung for my fren xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Ever out alone wif a fren of de other sex?&lt;br /&gt;No...i want tough =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Said "i love u" to ur crush?&lt;br /&gt;Yea... xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dats it =D Hope u had fun doing it=D&lt;br /&gt;Evry1 pls do dis survey =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hope 7s reads dis post... 7s 5 2 0 1 3 1 4 !! im still writing even tough i know sShes not reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ... tink i gonna end le...bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-8230489905023092277?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/8230489905023092277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=8230489905023092277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/8230489905023092277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/8230489905023092277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/hi-all-2day-im-gonna-start-survey-p-coz.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-1582010817540293056</id><published>2006-12-02T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:44:42.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2day:&lt;br /&gt;woke up.did evrything needed (wash face e.g.)&lt;br /&gt;chiong com .&lt;br /&gt;saw cousin wearing going-out-clothes.&lt;br /&gt;wonderred if he was going out .&lt;br /&gt;saw him play dota.&lt;br /&gt;turned on com.&lt;br /&gt;opened warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--heiser closes all windows n goes out of de room--&lt;br /&gt;me:where r we going?&lt;br /&gt;--silence--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked again.me: where r we going?&lt;br /&gt;--silence--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was tinking... wadde!?&lt;br /&gt;nande?!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherwin: go le!&lt;br /&gt;adam:where r we going!??!?!?&lt;br /&gt;--silence--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i followed dem downstairs n got in their father's car.&lt;br /&gt;i can guess now dat we were gonna buy heiser's sch books .&lt;br /&gt;drove awhile ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their dad: sherwin u yesterday sick ar?&lt;br /&gt;sherwin: ya . i feel like vomitting...&lt;br /&gt;their dad: aiya u shud go see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;sherwin: har? . dunnid larh.&lt;br /&gt;their dad: must!&lt;br /&gt;sherwin: ok ...&lt;br /&gt;their dad: go bak n take some money n go to de polyclinic. ltr we go find u.&lt;br /&gt;sherwin: ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--sherwin gets out of de car n walks bak--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while. we reached.MAHA BHODI SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;now im sure we're gonna buy books .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--heiser gets out of de car n looks at sch bookshop--&lt;br /&gt;its closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--heiser comes bak , got in de car n tells us dat its probably at de holding site--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so his dad drove us to de holding site.&lt;br /&gt;yay we were rite.&lt;br /&gt;bought de books.&lt;br /&gt;went to find sherwin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few minutes,&lt;br /&gt;we were bak wif sherwin.&lt;br /&gt;we all went n had our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;b4 dat, i THOUGHT I SAW 7s! OMG!! MY HEART SKIPPED A BEAT!! OMG! but it wasnt her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;den, their dad went to work. while de 3 of us went to wait for sherwins turn at de polyclinic 2gether...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it was a LOOOOOONG wait...&lt;br /&gt;finally it was her turn! she went in n blahblahblah( u know wad happens )&lt;br /&gt;when we were out, sherwin told us dat de doctor like so "bu shuang". i agreed.&lt;br /&gt;we den went down n waited for sherwin to take n pay for her medicine.&lt;br /&gt;after dat, we went bak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;we watched de movie "CL!CK"&lt;br /&gt;it is a comedy! it was so funny. but de last part is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;tears rolled down my cheecks at dat point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dat.&lt;br /&gt;me n my cousin played com awhile den went out 2gether...&lt;br /&gt;we were going to meet wif my aunt n den go eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to bugis to hav "sake sushi" yay~ my fav~ l0lx.&lt;br /&gt;during dinner, heiser started scratching all over. my aunt asked n found out dat he got "feng wo"&lt;br /&gt;(an illness dat makes ur whole body itch, condition could get worse if in contact wif wind)&lt;br /&gt;haiis another sick 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt: Aiya cannot go shopping le.&lt;br /&gt;sherwin: ya lor.&lt;br /&gt;--i gav dem a lame look--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking out of de bugis junction, i saw amabel (in fact she saw me n called me de) haha...she was wearing... freaky clothes-.-&lt;br /&gt;soon after finishing our dinner, we took cab home,again, coz of de "VIP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiis bak again.&lt;br /&gt;chat wif tiings n eiko.&lt;br /&gt;chat until now den post xD&lt;br /&gt;psps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7s 5 2 0 1 3 1 4!!! i wished i saw u instead... T.T i relly wanted to see u... T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;haiis... tink i'll end here. kayys bye~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-1582010817540293056?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/1582010817540293056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=1582010817540293056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/1582010817540293056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/1582010817540293056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/2day-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-8577513010991701259</id><published>2006-12-01T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:25:56.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh sorta miss my frenz . I WAN GATHERING! AGAIN! xDD i din get to see samz, timz n lots more frenz leh!! argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day :&lt;br /&gt;went to SMU 2day .(if u dunno y i go there , my aunts shop is there)&lt;br /&gt;wif my 2 cousins . haiis... &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;still tinking of her... i miss her! i lurve her!! T.T i wanna see her! i wanna talk to her!! i wanna go out wif her!!7s 5 2 0 !T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cousin 1 : female ; sherwin ; 14 ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin 2 : male ; heiser ; 11 ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate SUBWAY for lunch ! yay~ . but i bought wrong =.= i bought de xtra long 1 n worst still... wif MUSTARD!! EEEEWWWW IT SUX!!! i swear im neva gonna touch mustard eva again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherwin . felt like puking ! lols... me n heiser keep trying to comfort her saying&lt;br /&gt;Me:Aiya, U wun puke 1 larh.&lt;br /&gt;Heiser:Ya lor, U puke i eat ur vomit arhs.&lt;br /&gt;Me:*stunned a while* lol... U puke i lick ur vomit arhhs.&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin:*lame look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in de end... she din puke! yays!&lt;br /&gt;i tink coz she din wan us to lick her vomit -_-ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took cab bak! coz of de "VIP".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to grandma's place for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porridge ! haha ! Its quite okay larhhs.i like =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we play MAHJONG! haha quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;(PS:We dun play $$ de . we play for de fun of de game =DD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; den . my other aunt brought us out for...er ... supper? =.=&lt;br /&gt;my aunts love eating btw xDD&lt;br /&gt;din eat. juz had a can drink .&lt;br /&gt;shopped wif cousins n aunt at guardian awhile. den went bak to my cousin house!&lt;br /&gt;(PS: i staying at my cousin house coz its de hols!wake up n straight chiong com!xDD)&lt;br /&gt;so now im chatting wif my meiis n gonna help ryan wif his blog ltr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7s 5 2 0 ii lurrbb euu sho much!! my oni wiish iish datt euu l0ve me agaiin...7s 5 2 0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-8577513010991701259?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/8577513010991701259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=8577513010991701259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/8577513010991701259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/8577513010991701259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/heh-sorta-miss-my-frenz.html' title=''/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-3491414798566796574</id><published>2006-12-01T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:06:52.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wAnTiiNgS mEii</title><content type='html'>Aiyo . after er.(wait... lemme count... 1,2,3,4) ok 4 yrs! she'd actually remember me !!hehe ! actually i tot all my p1 p2 frenz dun remember me liaos.. oni i remember dem.. but! knowing dat some of my old frenz remember me too , haiis SO HAPPY!! =DD hehe its s0rta like a reunii0n wiif wantiing =D now im her br0 w0rhhs =D hehe feel sh0 g00d claud call me k0rk0r ! wahahhaha xD im ebil! bleah xDD btw tiings... ur blog hor... y so sad 1 ? ... dun see urself as sum freak larhhs ... ur n0rt ! =D i bet HE thiinkgs sh0 t00 xDD g00d lark wiib euu n hiim arhhs =D i'll remember euu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-3491414798566796574?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/3491414798566796574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=3491414798566796574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/3491414798566796574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/3491414798566796574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/12/wantiings-meii.html' title='wAnTiiNgS mEii'/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-7707263472359991457</id><published>2006-11-30T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:05:47.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i...</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday ... we were 2gether ... holding hands... walking on e street ... sweet =D N we were a couple . will my dream come thru? or isit juz a dream ? i wish it was real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-7707263472359991457?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/7707263472359991457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=7707263472359991457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/7707263472359991457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/7707263472359991457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/11/i.html' title='i...'/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-368523483809761098</id><published>2006-11-29T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:45:45.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY b!rThDaYY~</title><content type='html'>Happy b'day tuhh keefe =D greatt dayy 2dayy =) Too badd CYC dinn come . lol . bet ur sad bout dat . anyways . when is de "replacement" day? i wanna go oso =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-368523483809761098?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/368523483809761098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=368523483809761098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/368523483809761098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/368523483809761098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-brthdayy.html' title='HaPpY b!rThDaYY~'/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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-7196158891695576496.post-378304209645580779</id><published>2006-11-27T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:35:30.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog~</title><content type='html'>Hi ! dis is de new blog dat i made . my old blog is myspace! its still available .                      my old blog's site =D  pls link me@! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://live4euu.spaces.live.com"&gt;http://live4euu.spaces.live.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7196158891695576496-378304209645580779?l=live4euu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/feeds/378304209645580779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7196158891695576496&amp;postID=378304209645580779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/378304209645580779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7196158891695576496/posts/default/378304209645580779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live4euu.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-blog.html' title='New Blog~'/><author><name>DaRkkFeAttHeRRx_ `</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04670388432701739648</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></feed>
