<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461</id><updated>2009-02-21T19:40:00.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LuRVe maKEs e WorLD gO rOUnd</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Moronic 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back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next 2 yrs will be diff&lt;br /&gt;very diff from the first 2&lt;br /&gt;not only the extra pressure&lt;br /&gt;but alot of social stuff as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things will change, nth is forever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year diff cls&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a new enviroment&lt;br /&gt;totally new enviroment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the lanscape is ever changing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll jus have to change some of my minset&lt;br /&gt;to realli enjoy my time in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last post here le.&lt;br /&gt;gonna sae gdbye&lt;br /&gt;it'll be gone in 2 daes.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to&lt;br /&gt;yet i dont have a choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-113603992263129236?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-113543630496703980</id><published>2005-12-24T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:58:25.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;so yah,&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas&lt;br /&gt;to whoever who wants to be wished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those lonely souls out there&lt;br /&gt;and those who are feeling down and unhappy&lt;br /&gt;cheer up and forget everything&lt;br /&gt;plae some music&lt;br /&gt;watch some tv&lt;br /&gt;talk to a fren&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;cos we shouldnt realli be unhappy&lt;br /&gt;but the unhappy feeling always come sometime in life&lt;br /&gt;so yah,&lt;br /&gt;at least for 2nite&lt;br /&gt;lets all be happy&lt;br /&gt;and realli have fun&lt;br /&gt;it can be done, even if u're alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink this might be the last post of my blog&lt;br /&gt;or at least the 2nd last post&lt;br /&gt;before this blog comes to a close&lt;br /&gt;we'll see how things turn out&lt;br /&gt;this blog..&lt;br /&gt;is for frens i cant talk to or meet often to see whats gng on in my life&lt;br /&gt;its for ppl who jus wants to noe wad im about&lt;br /&gt;its where i write wad i feel in words&lt;br /&gt;its where i jus sometimes write to vent fustration&lt;br /&gt;where i write in the midst of happiness&lt;br /&gt;n where i write abt my life&lt;br /&gt;but for some reason,&lt;br /&gt;i believe it has to go&lt;br /&gt;if its not now, its soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's abt all bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-113543630496703980?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/113543630496703980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-113508982227695456</id><published>2005-12-20T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:43:43.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 more week+ b4 sch starts&lt;br /&gt;im sort of like looking forward to school&lt;br /&gt;though i want holidays to continue&lt;br /&gt;wad do i want?&lt;br /&gt;nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sort of had fun at trng 2dae.&lt;br /&gt;been some time since i had such fun&lt;br /&gt;but yeah,&lt;br /&gt;it couldnt been possible without the company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cls outing postponed =(&lt;br /&gt;hopefully more ppl can go next week lah&lt;br /&gt;i relli want to get tgt again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna try and finish as much hwk as possible&lt;br /&gt;hopefully cant pia by this week&lt;br /&gt;yea, i'll be able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hongjie&lt;div 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Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-113474617328209430</id><published>2005-12-16T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:16:13.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally decide to post after a long abscence. yeah, sch's starting soon. real soon. 2 more weeks only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some stuff i wanna do in these 2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) finish homework&lt;br /&gt;2) pack my room&lt;br /&gt;3) have a realli realli good rest&lt;br /&gt;4) get my life back in order&lt;br /&gt;5) clear everything on my mind before school starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been feeling really tired lately. but yet i refuse to rest. i dunno wad is getting into me le. some kind of mindset shift. shant reveal too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. shall blog more another dae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-113474617328209430?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/113474617328209430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=113474617328209430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113474617328209430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113474617328209430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-decide-to-post-after-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-113315658703849183</id><published>2005-11-28T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:43:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>having trng tmr.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;or not i die liao&lt;br /&gt;den have bbal chalet after tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a pretty busy week&lt;br /&gt;2dae's the onli free dae&lt;br /&gt;after tt..&lt;br /&gt;d entire week is filled le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combi results out&lt;br /&gt;got my first choice&lt;br /&gt;but now knowing wad im up against&lt;br /&gt;i sort of regret chosing tt&lt;br /&gt;hiya.&lt;br /&gt;but jus have to live with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-113315658703849183?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/113315658703849183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=113315658703849183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113315658703849183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113315658703849183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/11/having-trng-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-113283772088924862</id><published>2005-11-24T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T21:08:40.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had basketball trng todae.&lt;br /&gt;wad can i sae?&lt;br /&gt;was still okae&lt;br /&gt;at least i didnt feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;it was tough&lt;br /&gt;but it always is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after trng went to je n eat&lt;br /&gt;had pizza&lt;br /&gt;we like sat in pizza hut for 40 mins b4 placing order&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;jus to wait for 130 where we can all get $2 our meals.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm&lt;br /&gt;at least we sat and talk alot&lt;br /&gt;and yah, had fun cheese-ing with sec2s.&lt;br /&gt;ate like..so much so much of tt cheese.&lt;br /&gt;it was a full bottle when we went there&lt;br /&gt;and it barely had anything left when we left&lt;br /&gt;tt's all for 2dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing&lt;br /&gt;i remember sth SOMEONE said.&lt;br /&gt;this SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;asked us sec2s to continue working hard&lt;br /&gt;and tt we wad still have chance.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and i was laughing away when he said tt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-113283772088924862?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/113283772088924862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-113274896748710459</id><published>2005-11-23T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T20:29:27.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. these few daes have been cold. no sun. i like it. n hopefully it continues this way. hah. (got deeper meaning de). its like raining n raining n raining. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okae. so its the end of the mechatronics thing. tried my hand at programming a robot. first time doing so. n it was pretty cheem i have to sae. at least to me . most of it dont make any sense to me at all. n after hours n hours of staring at the computer trying to make the robot work..in the end, wasnt really that ideal, at least comparing to the champs' standard. they were good. but nvm, it was a gd experience lah. learnt new stuff, though it can be quite sian at times. n altho i have absolutely zero intrest in robots n stuff..i managed to go thru the whole thing. n yah, it was more for the experience and knowing what a robot is. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is 4th week of hols le. so fast. soon, november will be over le. n yah, veh soon, hols will be over le. n i will be a sec3 student. tt's weird. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-113274896748710459?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/113274896748710459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=113274896748710459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113274896748710459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113274896748710459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-113215072668470040</id><published>2005-11-16T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:18:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes d greatest and most valuable stuff in life are jus staring at us right in the face, but yet somehow it just eludes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again sometimes, the greatest and most valuable things in life ar hidden in tiny corners in our life, making us so hard to be able to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think hard, look hard at ur life. cos that's where u find happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-113215072668470040?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/113215072668470040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=113215072668470040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113215072668470040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113215072668470040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-d-greatest-and-most-valuable.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-113206625766380244</id><published>2005-11-15T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:50:57.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had dis great crapping session with alex n zr at je 2dae afternoon. WOW. i havent laughed tt much in a long long time le. was really great loh. can just forget about everything n anything..seeing them laugh jus makes me laugh as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..for more serious stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a vow to myself, at the end of the year, never to not treasure stuff in my life again and only regret after its over. but this is coming back to haunt me now. let call this thing Z. the way im facing Z, the attitude im having towards Z, is nothing but idealistic. so yah, since i have such a attitude towards Z, will i regret not appreciating and treasuring it when its all over? will i onli see its true value only after its taken away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want the same kind of agony to take place again. ive had enough of it. i dont wanna have that kind of feeling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis isnt meant to be a sad post..its jus..mind-boggling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-113206625766380244?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/113206625766380244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=113206625766380244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113206625766380244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113206625766380244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/11/had-dis-great-crapping-session-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-113194807641240491</id><published>2005-11-14T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:44:52.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everyone Needs Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People need people and freinds need friends&lt;br /&gt;And we all need love for a full life depends&lt;br /&gt;Not on vast riches or great acclaim&lt;br /&gt;Not on success or on worldly fame&lt;br /&gt;But in just knowing that someone cares&lt;br /&gt;And holds us close in their thoughts and prayers&lt;br /&gt;For only the knowledge that we're understood&lt;br /&gt;Makes everyday living feel wonderfully good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we rob ourselves of life's greatest need&lt;br /&gt;When we lock up our hearts and fail to heed&lt;br /&gt;The outstreched hand reaching to find&lt;br /&gt;A kindred spirit whose heart and mind&lt;br /&gt;Are lonely and longing to somehow share&lt;br /&gt;Our joys and sorrows and to make us aware&lt;br /&gt;That life's completeness and richness depends&lt;br /&gt;On the things we share with our loved ones and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Helen Stelner Rice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-113194807641240491?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/113194807641240491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-113171971680007672</id><published>2005-11-11T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:02:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>came back from class chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n without saying, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;of cos it is, its JAWDROP u're talking abt.&lt;br /&gt;cycling, bowling, night movie, great company.&lt;br /&gt;on word.&lt;br /&gt;FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den there was dai-dee.&lt;br /&gt;self proclaimed dai-dee queen DAWN&lt;br /&gt;Joker NORINE&lt;br /&gt;skilled+experienced JJ&lt;br /&gt;n of cos the times we jus played n played late into d night&lt;br /&gt;n early into the morning.&lt;br /&gt;then there were those who onli learnt the game&lt;br /&gt;n fall in love with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalet's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now thinking of it..&lt;br /&gt;these 3 daes&lt;br /&gt;show wad we have gone through in 2 yrs&lt;br /&gt;in mini form.&lt;br /&gt;in this chalet,&lt;br /&gt;we had fun together.&lt;br /&gt;laugher together.&lt;br /&gt;faced obstacles together...&lt;br /&gt;like d rain during barbecuen&lt;br /&gt;n being there for each other&lt;br /&gt;to stick together as one when probs arise.&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalet's over.&lt;br /&gt;might jus be the last time we are together&lt;br /&gt;n realli have tt "2J feeling"&lt;br /&gt;so yah, its over..&lt;br /&gt;all the best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-113171971680007672?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/113171971680007672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=113171971680007672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113171971680007672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113171971680007672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/11/came-back-from-class-chalet-n-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-113110811453310687</id><published>2005-11-04T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:41:54.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had trng 2dae. was okae bah. rain..rain..rain..did gym work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;submitted my combination on Wed. Now thinking, i dunno if i made the right choice not. But nvm, ive submitted it. shant think bout it anymore le. shall just accept wad i get loh. n hopefully i'll enjoy the subjects i get bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realli looking forward to class chalet. It'll be fun bah. It's the only thing i will realli look forward to in the entire hols loh. being able to spend time with the class again. Just cant imagine the kind of fun we will have during it. majority of the class there, it has to be fun rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-113110811453310687?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/113110811453310687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=113110811453310687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113110811453310687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113110811453310687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/11/had-trng-2dae.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-113052172858481683</id><published>2005-10-28T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T01:54:41.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its gonna be a long long post. You might get bored, but its what i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a great 2 days. It was an ending to our class, a closure to us, at least physically. These 2 days have been one of the more memorable times for our class I guess. It was where everyone of us got together, really shared their love for it. There were touching speeches, speeches of love, tears of joy, tears of sorrow. And more importantly, the spirit of togetherness that I guess all of us could feel at that time. Words just don’t explain how I felt these 2 daes. And onli Jawdroppeans will experience that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, would like to thank zhixin for all that she has done for the class. Her music video reminded us of the happy times we had, the conflicts, the issues and our smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“On 2nd Jan 2004, the lives of 38 individuals crossed each other and became entangled as one.” Now, the doors are open, yet its so hard for me to untangle myself. Thanks again zhixin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the speeches. Emotions ran wild, tears started flowing and soon, it was sadness all around. Even sadness could be seen in the eyes of the people who were always smiling away and enjoying life. That is the spirit of 2J. Where we feel for each other, just love each other, and sad to see the class gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some speeches, of course, were more memorable and touching than others. But of course, we all know that most of us love our class, and that’s all that matters. That we will be sad to leave our class, that we will be unwilling to let go. Of course, it was great hearing some people who were normally so heck-y and cheerful, to come out and say something real nice about the class. People like minghao, keith. Zhihui. To at least show that the class means something to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang too.And yah, ive promised someone that I will try and accomplish that person’s wish, and it happned todae. How often to you see the class gets together that fast during community singing. Normally it takes encouragement, pushing to get the class together. Todae, it jus all happened fast. The singing too, brought out tears, and of course some fun from the guys. I felt that it was a nice thought from xiaolaoshi to get us to go round hugging those that meant sth to u, shaking hands. With Tong Hua playing in the background, it was defeinetly a scence I would remember. It was where you just could hide your emotions no more, it just all came naturally. Wishing each other all the best, and thank them for all that they have done for you. It doesent get much better than that in the class, especially our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink xiaolaoshi has was nice to present us with that song. Though we could not understand the language and the I don’t tink many of us were interested in the lyrics, it was still a thought from her. Something from her to us. Something she wanted us to learn. A value that she wanted to transfer to us. And yeah, it’s the thought that counts. It’s the effort she took in preparing it for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t cry or really break down in class. I still had to talk. But dunno y, in macdonalds, it just all came. I really dunno how it happened. It was all well, talking away. But then, suddenly, scences of the happy moments flashed through my mind. And tears just dropped. I dun really want to talk bout much that, just that it was great really thinking bout the times we had have. I haven’t cried in public for so long, and now, I really cannot explain how I truly felt that time. Thanks Aubrey and Eileen for being there, just being there was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separation is tough. It sure is. Was pretty evident todae. But I guess its onli separation that makes u realize what u have around you, how happy you should be everydae. But as tough as it is, we would have to move on. And I really have to pick myself up from here. Living in memories for too long would not be a really good thing to do. But that’s what im doing now. And I would really have to try and accept the fact we’re separating, and it would be tough to be together as ONE again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all separating, hopefully for the better. Its so hard to let go, yet its for the benefit of all to do so. So yah, shall take this opportunity to thank all of 2J, who have given a period of time I will treasure for the rest of my life, a really memorable experience. And also all the best to each and everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did postcards todae. We had to write a postcard on what we just love so much about the class..and following are some of my favourites bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The joy and tears I’ve shared over the 2 years is indescribable. 2J will always be etched in my heart, 2J will always stay”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you for leaving your footprints on my beach. You know, each set of footprints are unique and so 38 people with different feet make up something really special”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The people here has given me support and love when I needed them most. They were there for me when I needed them. I really want to take the opportunity, to thank you, 2J, for all that you have given me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I guess after what we have gone through, we have all learnt to hate the word Jealousy. Lets stop all the hatred and treasure the very last moment fate has given us”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Physically we end here. Spiritually – u decide”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We started out as ripples, insignificant and vulnerable. We scattered in circles, but we gave others signal of a strong bonding. We toyed with time but our unknowingness led to a wholesome eternal friendship that is interwoven with priceless memories and enshrined with invaluable emotions shared together”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s be bold. Let’s be strong. Let’s remember. Let’s go on”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the spirit of 2J burn ever so brightly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-113052172858481683?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/113052172858481683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=113052172858481683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113052172858481683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/113052172858481683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-gonna-be-long-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-112998645027436459</id><published>2005-10-22T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:14:12.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2dae stayed at home and sleep. realli enjoyed it. been sort of deprived of it this week. Woke up at 9. slept again at 10. woke up again at 11 sth. den slept again at 12 plus. till arnd 4. This week been busy with like tt Be yourself day, that Bizworld comp and also tt chinese compo. I think we did a great job with be yourself dae. considering we planned it on tuesdae and everything was up the next day. Guess that is the diff between a team and an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also tried diving this week. fun. before the jump was a little scared. but still jumped. and yeah. it was fun. U jus needa pluck up the courage to step off and the next moment u noe u're in the pool. u dont realli get to enjoy the moment in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let see what else happened this week. wrote this chinese compo for xiao laoshi. i now see why she made me write it. If she didnt, i could have just left this year not knowing what i hv done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also went for this comp on firdae. happy with our performance lah. especially considering the rush timing and also the amount of effort we put into it. great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nth much happened this week bah. passed just like that. like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-112998645027436459?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/112998645027436459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=112998645027436459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112998645027436459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112998645027436459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/10/2dae-stayed-at-home-and-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-112990438705777969</id><published>2005-10-21T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:19:47.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its down to the last week le. last week as us. yeah, us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really surprising how time realli passes. day after day, week after week, year after year, and its already 2 years. one more week. how fast will that pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it will in a blink of an eye bah. sooner than u noe, tt one week will be over. and so will we be. at least physically. talk bout treasuring tt one week, d last week we will be together, tt week out of so mani mani mani weeks we hv had together. yet its this last week we all want so to cling on and not let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad happened to all the other weeks? If i could treat every week like d way im feeling bout tt last week, i guess i would leave without regrets. I would not leave happily, but at least i noe i would leave more satisfied. But too bad, those weeks hv already passed, and all we are left with is one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, one. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-112990438705777969?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/112990438705777969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=112990438705777969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112990438705777969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112990438705777969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-down-to-last-week-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-112973049505679373</id><published>2005-10-19T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:18:40.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been two years, since we were together. I guess it was fate, though i nv believe in it, that brought us together. Or maybe it was results in primary school. I walked into school at the start of last year, thinking like...its 2 years, two long years before we will be seperated. No need to realli spend time and treasure our moments together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its 2 years already. It's real fast. I could still remember the breathe of freshness and excitement when we jus became 2j. That image is still so vivid in my mind. Now that its almost the end of us..i kinda regret not treasuring the times. and i guess its already too late to enjoy each other's company, even being in a grp will be tough. 2j..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i realli treaure the time i had in class and realli savour every moment we have together. Why didnt i do so? I feel so sick to think that even though i know that i should treasure us long long ago, i didnt do so. why didnt i treasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only..5-6 days we will be together as one. after that, what can i say? A group of people i got so familiar to seeing everyday. moving around as a class..thinking that our time would nv come to an end. Now its almost the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will regret. not treasuring the times. for the opportunity like this will never come again in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-112973049505679373?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/112973049505679373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=112973049505679373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112973049505679373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112973049505679373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-been-two-years-since-we-were_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-112973038303834566</id><published>2005-10-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:59:43.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been two years, since we were together. I guess it was fate, though i nv believe in it, that brought us together. Or maybe it was results in primary school. I walked into school at the start of last year, thinking like...its 2 years, two long years before we will be seperated. No need to realli spend time and treasure our moments together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its 2 years already. It's real fast. I could still remember the breathe of freshness and excitement when we jus became 2j. That image is still so vivid in my mind. Now that its almost the end of us..i kinda regret not treasuring the times. and i guess its already too late to enjoy each other's company, even being in a grp will be tough. 2j..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i realli treaure the time i had in class and realli savour every moment we have together. Why didnt i do so? I feel so sick to think that even though i know that i should treasure us long long ago, i didnt do so. why didnt i treasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only..5-6 days we will be together as one. after that, what can i say? A group of people i got so familiar to seeing everyday. moving around as a class..thinking that our time would nv come to an end. Now its almost the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-112973038303834566?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/112973038303834566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=112973038303834566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112973038303834566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112973038303834566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-been-two-years-since-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-112964022975803505</id><published>2005-10-18T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T20:57:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gonna make dis post short. got to go do some impt stuff later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah, todae finally was able to get a great load off my mind - BE YOURSELF DAY. finally was able to discuss the stuff with d cls and got them to do the stuff. thanx to art lesson. so much free time. so yah, its more or less prepared, just hoping that the class brings the stuff tmr bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far results, okae bah. not realli tt happi. fell below expectations for 4 subjects. hah...quite alot. but nvm. we'll see how it turns out in d end. cant really do anything bout it, except to prepare for a lashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okae. gtg le..&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-112964022975803505?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/112964022975803505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=112964022975803505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112964022975803505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112964022975803505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/10/gonna-make-dis-post-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-112938502688843511</id><published>2005-10-15T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T13:52:52.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u and ur family lived on this island where u could not leave?&lt;br /&gt;Water will be limited, resources will be limited..&lt;br /&gt;And you would have to plan the use of the resources carefully too..&lt;br /&gt;But what if ur family gets bigger..and bigger..and bigger..&lt;br /&gt;You might think..it will never happen to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does..we all are staying on a island we cant leave&lt;br /&gt;the island called Earth&lt;br /&gt;where we have limited water,&lt;br /&gt;and limited resouces.&lt;br /&gt;So conserve, and use the resources wisely..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-112938502688843511?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/112938502688843511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=112938502688843511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112938502688843511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112938502688843511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/10/imagine.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-112929784944172146</id><published>2005-10-14T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:50:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna talk bout chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae xiao laoshi directly told me my chinese lousy. hah. n i was damm su-siaoed. first was when she told me to write a 500 word essay on sth. den i was like trying to sae i dun want. den she told me. "ur chinese so lousy, write a little more will do u gd." tt one i realli got no argument. den 2nd time was like when she asked d cls who wanna take C lit next year. den chang lok jus shout my name out of fun. den she went, "hongjie u take arh, u will find urself in deep trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. but on d brighter side, she told me i passed my compo. ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-112929784944172146?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/112929784944172146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=112929784944172146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112929784944172146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112929784944172146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-wanna-talk-bout-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-112920163264480417</id><published>2005-10-13T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T19:07:12.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so todae's marking dae. yeah, veh slack. can afford to sleep n sleep n sleep. wad a pleasure. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...most likely we getting back chinese tmr. scared, i dun wanna fail. but too bad, fate is sealed le. hiya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i played four games of chinese chess yesterdae. been like ages n ages since i last palyed. now nobody plae with me..until ytd. and now..my ex-intrest coming back. if onli tt will happen to bbal. hah. it will take time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trng is starting next tues..i wanna plae more...i dun wanna go back to my normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n there is this be yourself dae thing..i dunno where to start n how to start..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-112920163264480417?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/112920163264480417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=112920163264480417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112920163264480417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112920163264480417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-todaes-marking-dae.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-112903536974278666</id><published>2005-10-11T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T20:56:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am i realli hu i am to u??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are u realli hu u r? or is this jus a case of misconception??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-112903536974278666?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/112903536974278666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=112903536974278666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112903536974278666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112903536974278666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/10/am-i-realli-hu-i-am-to-u-are-u-realli.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-112877871163481077</id><published>2005-10-08T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T21:38:32.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okae. so exams are mostly over. got english and art left. N im havng a terrible nightmare with art. think and think and think. but cannot come up with anything, i realli dunno how. i like spent hours in the morning surfing the net in hope of some inspiration, but too bad, none. Den after tt oso spent time sitting down n trying to generate ideas. oso none. sad..i dunno how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiya. im leading a fked up life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-112877871163481077?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/112877871163481077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=112877871163481077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112877871163481077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112877871163481077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/10/okae.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-112850136580646961</id><published>2005-10-05T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:57:50.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. today marks the end of my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;LIT &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;studies. i doubt i will be taking lit next year lah. So yah, todae will most likely be d last dae i ever do lit bah. 2 years le, since i started to do lit. n how fast it had passed. i seriously dont tink i will do it next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tmr's math. And i seriously wanna do well in it. cos hopefully tt will bring my average up, sth tt i desprately need..but's its so hard to do well for it. always got a few weird weird questions de..we'll see tmr bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou everyone. its gonnna end soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-112850136580646961?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/112850136580646961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=112850136580646961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112850136580646961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112850136580646961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7894461.post-112823979241294700</id><published>2005-10-02T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T15:56:32.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a pretty dead online world these few days. Guess everyone's busy studying bah. Tmr's Geog le. Hopefully it'll be okay and the ques will be the direct type and not those weird weird kind. I havent touched anthing except for geog this weekend, cos i guess there is just so much and so much to memorise in geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sneezing very badly todae. dunno y. It's always like that before exams and i hate it. It takes away your mood to study, all you feel like doing is sleeping. But yet i have to force myself so hard to study. Argh, i just hate it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7894461-112823979241294700?l=my_life_live_it.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/feeds/112823979241294700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7894461&amp;postID=112823979241294700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112823979241294700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7894461/posts/default/112823979241294700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my_life_live_it.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-been-pretty-dead-online-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Moronic Moron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02077163048074449661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08879000409417183132'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>